danced lightly,
sometimes lift it up,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Turned over and fell into the water again,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
There is a bridge over the creek,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
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The grass that just sticks its head out,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
spring,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
The fish swam to the surface in groups,
into the stream,
Watching the outside world carefully,
A breeze blows,
Knead out some fine murmurs,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
lush water plants,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
The flowers follow the breeze,
water waves on the creek,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
Bend it now and then,
Arouse circles of ripples,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,