There is a small stream in the courtyard and garden, and the creek is a kind of water that trickles in the mountain stream and forest, and it is water with tenacious vitality. It can pass through rubble, grass, hidden in jungles, mountain streams, and walk in places where no one can reach, not even birds can fly.
Most of the streams are derived from the springs on the mountain, and the streams can eventually flow all the way into the ocean and lakes.
The creek flows out of the waterfall and falls onto the rocks, making a crisp and pleasant sound. When it splashes on the stones, it looks like a large pool of mercury in the distance, and the stream is extremely cool and endearing.
The stream is idyllic, it always flows quietly and slowly, and it flows. Occasionally, it will splash small waves, but it is still quiet and slow.
The creek is like a lustrous and pleasant song, flowing into the distant sea, flowing leisurely, "ding-dong" sounding, playing and singing cheerful music.
The creek bounces in the rocks, turning out white splashes and popping up moving tunes. The creek by the beach, clanging and jumping forward, like a silver thread, sews the beach and the shores.
The valley stream is like a jade spray bead splash, dripping water hitting the stone, like gently plucking the strings. The streams in the mountains are first like silver threads, and then converge, like jade belts hovering in the verdant valley.
The creek was playing while running, patting the colorful stone pebbles on the shore for a while, and touching the grass on the sand before sticking out its head.