春天到了,屋后的小溪突然活泼起来,整夜听着她轻快的脚步声一路跳跃。初搬到山上时,正值严冬,又是风又是雨的。我只好蛰伏在我的小屋里,透过大大的玻璃窗,看云天夕阳的变幻,山间晓雾的弥漫;除此之外,就是这条小溪终日为寂寂深山加添一些生动的音符。我一直没见过小溪的模样,但我和她却是那样熟识。深沉的夜里,当我读累了、写疲了时,我就放下书,搁下笔,静静聆听 The spring came, and the brook behind the house suddenly became lively and all night listening to her brisk footsteps jumping all the way. When I first moved to the mountains, it was winter, and the wind was rain again. I had to hibernate in my hut, through the large windows, watching the changing sky sunset, the misty mountain diffuse; In addition, this is the stream all day long for the quiet mountains add some vivid notes . I have never seen a stream look, but I and she are so familiar. Deep night, when I was tired of reading, writing fatigue, I put down the book, put down the pen, quietly listening