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