Morning 02(2/7)

There is a bridge over the creek,

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As if the earth was breathing rhythmically,

The grass that just sticks its head out,

The shimmering light of fireflies shuttled through the grass.

The long branches on the side of the bridge hang in a string,

Watching the outside world carefully,

attracted a dazzling group of butterflies,

danced lightly,

Can't tell which is a flower and which is a butterfly

The flowers follow the breeze,

Like the melody of musical notes beating on Geum-hyun,

The cicadas on the trees and the frogs in the lotus pond,

Compose a&n

into the stream,

The flowers are fragrant, the petals are fluttering,

bsp; it up,