那是我第一次见到小溪,她弯而清。隽永的脉脉地流着,她没有名字,我暂且叫她无名小溪吧。小溪她不像大河那样喜欢炫耀,喜欢奔腾,但她也不是一潭死水,毫无生机。她在哗啦啦地流个不停,仿佛唱着一支欢乐的歌儿,她生活在鸟语花香中,生活在快乐中。 That was the first time I saw the stream, she bent. Meaningless flow of time, she did not name, I'll call her nameless Creek it. She does not like to show off like a river, like Pentium, but she is not stagnant, lifeless. She kept pouring crashes, as if singing a happy song, she lives in flowers and birds, living in happiness.