the flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,
attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,
' t tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly
watg the outside world carefully,
there is a bridge over the creek,
the long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,
naughty blowing little bubbles,
the wind caressed all kinds of flowers and pnts by the stream,
bend it now and then,
there is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
the stream is microwaved,
crystal clear,
write a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul...
like a mirage,
the mountains are rolling up and down,
looming, smoky,
the shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.
the cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,
like the melody of musical notes beating on geum-hyun,
into the stream,
the flowers follow the breeze,
danced lightly,
sometimes lift it up,
as if the earth was breathing rhythmically,
the grass that just sticks its head out,
the sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
as if singing the symphony of spring,
uer small fish swaying gracefully,
like a paradise oh,
pieces of green in different shades,
like patches of green misty o,