for folk heard it ambition forget the labor and sorrow.

Yan Wenjing
small streams have a anthem, never Changbu Wan's.
A merry singing and humming a small stream, rushing amenable day and night. Valley constantly ringing echoes of his singing. the sun came out, he smiled towards the sun. The moon came out, the moon toward his laugh. clearest in his eyes, the world everything as fresh as his own, elated. He keeps the asset he encountered, to say hi said to them: One moment he let those drifting leaves to make a switch to a small baby, while those chasing him scratch the itch of small tadpoles. not terrified of small leaves, gently turn the two circle to float further along. tadpoles may be some precarious to Sign swim towards the coast; long thigh frog tadpoles likewise learned her mom opened a flurry of hitting legs.
small stream with a smile to escape. has a huge stone stopped his way, he would light Light jump or two, one maladroit punch it down. nothing can stop him rushing. He sings with the clearest voice, constantly ringing echo valley is fragile, as people heard it ambition forget the fatigue and sorrow.
small flow flowing in the restricted ravine for a long time, then came apt a rotating location. where there namely a length of stump, there is a small piece of brown grass. stump was very antique, brown grass namely not young. Every day they are keep attach, is complaining. They meditation nobody inappropriate, naught interesting. Later ashore, even no current complaints, and left only weep. They saw active and pleasant mini stream streaming over, base it curious queried him:
br> stump sighed:
was not a joke, right down to stay here, here, though not very good, tin be also bad. can not stop! so tirelessly to muddy waters and gradually and some small streams to next meet with him together, grown up a small stream.
So long from the small stream into a river, sound of singing dirt was not minutes sooner alternatively afterward, rushing forward. he was mentally strong, full of energy, toward the vast fields on both sides cheered. He tossed the sand sediment from the bottom, roll up movable dead twigs, violently swirling the label behind. He enthusiastically pushed sent to the raft, hold up the heavy wooden navigating ahead. nothing could not stop his forward. rocky obstacles in front of him, he hurrahed out loud rush. river flowing this direction, the constant rushing.
There is a lone crow flying with him idly for a when. crow saw the river forever athletic, in such a hurry, I feel very strange, could not assist yet ask:
Hey, river! so busy, to where to work ? it, no amusement in front of Italy. had gas, what could not talk to equitable call:
the door, waiting for him to steer generators. river happily did everything he should do. and then emerged in front of the metropolis.
tirelessly river flowing, flowing, and accordingly has premier and then some afterward to the creek come together with him, grown up creek.
Thus, a important cheap voice singing, rushing forward, regardless of time. He became very strong, very great stamina savings. He looked has far more secret in the smokes in the mountains, to noisy and deep breast voice to greet them. He did not distress to set off waves of surging waves, and he calmly lifted the huge waves that were rolled up, emulate the river road in the dirt Sand was tired and asked:
;
exhausted of sediment was breathless said angrily:

river has a good memory, he has not forgotten that he was indeed a small stream, gently smiled:
sink, but still kept on flowing river. many days favor the day, many months if a month afterward his numerous prosperous cities and innumerable ample village, for human to do many things, and finally came to the sea end.
river still do not understand how tired is 1 thing; he was rushing forward, rushing forward, always toward the front.
Thus, the endless blue ocean in turmoil with delight. billow from the white sea bubble, a strong toward the Quartet singing. He is so intricate and so easy; is so ferocious, and so soft. He does not stop for a second action of their own.
in the sea, covered with a shell, decay leaving only a membrane of rusty steel hull of the canoe, he had this infinite ocean impatient quake, and whispered:

Ocean remember everything, he and the small streams the same crystal-clear voice answer:
pate, no tail. The moon came out, he smiled towards the moon. The sun came out, toward the sun smiled by him. Marine feel the entire world, everything seems to near in beside him. Marine more roused the eagerness of their . He kept Bay up, up, forward, toward all directions. numerous small round yo drips to jump up and left him, while dancing, while flying to the pure blue sky.
massive ocean sings a little stream of the song: