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,
along the white and smooth neck,
slowly lig and rubbing shoulders,
without any excitement,
the man gently slid the tip of his left finger across the woman' s face,
five fingers gently massage the scalp,
thump-thump-thump-thumping heartbeat,
so clear in the still air,
the eyeshes on the woman' s eyes trembled gently in the night wind,
in the open-air hot spring pool of "147 hot spring b&b",
a newlywed couple from vietnam on their honeymoon,
the shadows gradually leaned against each other,
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,
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147 hot spring b&b 02
looking far away, the houses are misty and smoky,
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,
leaning over and secretly blowing in the woman' s ear,
biting the pinna gently,
put the tip of your tongue into your ear,
the apex of the man' s heart also trembled as the flowers and pnts swayed,
silently, slowly approag,
i only feel the quiet moonlight that swaying without waves,
the two stared at each other deeply,
the unexpressed longing in my heart,
unspeakable wisps of ripples rise,
pose a three-dimensional animation that outlines the soul,
saturday night,
the moon shadow casts infinite silver threads,
like a mirage,
the mountains are rolling up and down,
looming, smoky,