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