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