The stream is microwaved,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
Glittering in the faint starlight,
As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
lush water pnts,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
The flowers follow the breeze,
Bend it now and then,
The reeds sway in the evening wind,
The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
The fish
The mirror-like surface of the water undutes,
A breeze blows,
sometimes lift it up,
The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
danced lightly,
The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
into the stream,
crystal clear,
The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
water waves on the creek,
pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
Naughty blowing little bubbles,
The grass that just sticks its head out,
Watg the outside world carefully,
beside the lotus pond,
There is a bridge over the creek,
The wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream,
Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,
Uer small fish swaying gracefully,