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