The reeds sway in the evening wind,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
There is a bridge over the creek,
spring,
The splash of the creek and the fine grain of sand,
The mirror-like surface of the water undulates,
Bend it now and then,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
Room equipment of 147 Hot
The fish swam to the surface in groups,
Arouse circles of ripples,
Breathing in the fresh air with your mouth open,
Watching the outside world carefully,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
Compose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
sometimes lift it up,
Occasionally there are fish jumping out of the water,
The flowers follow the breeze,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
water waves on the creek,
Turned over and fell into the water again,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
A breeze blows,
Knead out some fine murmurs,
danced lightly,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and plants by the stream,
Can' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
lush water plants,
into the stream,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,