Mountain stream

The water is all clear, and the thousand feet are at the bottom.

You can see the fine fish and look straight.

I am so anxious that I am rushing.

On the shores of the mountains, all of them are cold trees, and they compete on the negative.

Respect each other, compete for high and direct, thousands of peaks.

The spring water trembles and creaks.

- Excerpts from "Zhu Yuansishu"

I heard the beauty of the mountain stream and the beautiful rhyme. I only witnessed it this time.

It appeared very suddenly - just stepping into the hole, there was a clear mountain stream in front of you. It squeezes from the rocks and stones, squirts and sizzles. The water jumped on the stone, turned out the white water, spit out a lot of bubbles, and seemed to welcome us. Its color is like jade, and there are countless drizzles, which moisturize the small gravel and also produce an oasis. Next to the stone, water is oozing down everywhere, and the water pearls are stringed together, like a row of crystal clear bead curtains. Lightly swayed with the breeze of the flowers, the sun shone through the cracks, it was flushed, like a shy girl. The scales of the water are like glittering powder makeup. I can't help but pick up a handful of water and bury my face in the water. The cool stream instantly washed away the dust and heat of the journey, leaving only the cool pleasure.

It still creaked, playing the piano, singing songs, and rushing to the distance. With its footsteps, I also rushed to follow up. It moisturizes the place, the grass is awkward, and a few plants are blooming with pale blue flowers, emitting a burst of fragrance.

When I got to the front, it no longer sang "哗啦啦", but stunned. At this time, the stream is so heavy that it is like a stack of thick glass, and even the fish and gravel at the bottom of the stream are countless. The cherry blossom branches on both sides of the strait are leafy, gently, and the petals fall, and they are very light and extremely squeaky, like accompaniment for the stream. When the wind blew through the woods, it rustled and cheered for it.

Gradually, the creek became a trickle, and the floating water could not be seen. The sound of running water could not be heard. Only when you put your ear close to it, you can hear the thin sly The sound of running water.

“哗啦啦—”, “叮叮咚咚——” “窸窸窣窣——” This is the wonderful aftertaste of Shanxi. Isn’t enough of the grace that nature has given us?

Jinan District, Fuzhou, Fujian Province, Fujian Jinan teacher training with a small sixth grade: Zhang Jiawen