A happy stream hummed and ran day and night, and the valley always echoed with the echo of his singing. The sun came out and the sun smiled at him. The moon is out. Smile at him. In his clear eyes, everything in the world is as fresh and happy as himself. He kept greeting things he met and said to them, "Hello, hello!" " "

The stream is flowing and playing. He patted the colorful pebbles on the shore, touched the grass sticking out of his head in the sand, turned the floating leaves around, and Doby chased his tadpoles.

The stream ran forward with a smile. Whenever a big stone stands in his way, he jumps twice and rushes down. Nothing can stop him from running. His voice is clear, and the echo that keeps ringing in the valley is clear, which makes people forget fatigue and sadness.

The stream flowed in the narrow valley for a long time and came to a bend. There is a dead stump and a small piece of yellow grass. The dead stump is very old, but the yellow grass is not young. They feel that nothing is appropriate and boring, and they complain together every day. There was no new complaint afterwards, only a sigh. They were surprised to see the lively and pleasant stream flowing by. They asked him, "Hello! Little stream! So happy, where are you going? "

The stream replied, "To the front, of course."

The dead tree stump sighed and said, "alas, what are you busy with?" Have a rest! " "

Huang Cao also sighed and said, "Alas, it's no fun to be exhausted. Stay here. Although it is not very good, it is not bad. "

Xiaoxi looked at them and smiled: "Why? I don't want to stay! "

In a blink of an eye, the stream left them behind and he ran to the village in front. The water mill in the village is waiting for him to push.

The stream flows tirelessly like this. There are some streams to meet him, and the streams have grown up.

A lonely crow followed him lazily for a while. The crow was surprised to see that the river was always so active and in such a hurry. He couldn't help asking, "Hey, river! So busy, where are you going? "

The river replied, "Go to the front."

The crow flew down, approached him and threatened him, saying, "Hey, don't be happy! Think about it, there is nothing interesting ahead. "

The river has not forgotten that it is a small stream. He smiled and said, "Why? I don't want to stay! "

The crow barked angrily. The river soon left the crow behind and continued to run forward. There is a sluice ahead, waiting for him to push the generator.

The river flows tirelessly. Many rivers joined him and they grew up.

From a small river to a big river, singing in a low voice and rushing forward. He became very strong and accumulated great strength. He looked at the peaks hidden in the white clouds in the distance and greeted them with a loud and deep voice. He made waves effortlessly. He calmly lifted the great ship to help them sail quickly. He has a lot to bear, but he doesn't feel tired at all. The river flows like this and keeps running forward.

Those who were swept up by the waves and followed the river felt tired and asked, "Hey, Dajiang! Where are you going if you keep running like this? "

DJI replied: "I still have to go to the front."

The tired and panting sediment said angrily, "there is not so much ahead!" It's almost time to go, let's take a breath! "

DJI has a good memory. He didn't forget that he was a stream. He smiled gently: "No, I can't stay!" " "

The sediment sinks secretly in anger, but the river keeps flowing. He passed through numerous prosperous cities and rich villages, did countless things for people, and finally came to the estuary.

DJI still doesn't know what fatigue is. He ran, ran, and kept going.

Thus, the endless blue ocean surges with joy. The sea churned with white foam and gave a strong song in all directions. He is so complicated and so simple; So fierce and soft. He never stopped exercising for a moment.

At the bottom of the sea, there is a sunken ship, which is covered with shells and has rotted to the point where only a rusty iron shell remains. Tired of the endless shaking of the ocean, he quietly asked, "Can we have a rest?"

The ocean remembers everything, and he answers in a voice as clear as a stream: "Rest? That won't do! "

His endless waves fell together like this, without head or tail. The moon is out. Smile at him. The sun came out and the sun smiled at him. The ocean feels that everything in the whole world seems to be close to him. The ocean aroused his enthusiasm even more. He keeps going up, up, forward, in all directions. Countless round water droplets jumped up and left him, flying to the pure sky.

The huge ocean sings the song of the small stream: "Never stop, never stop!" " "

Xiaoxi's songs can never be sung, and his songs will never be sung.

Yan Wenjing, formerly known as Yan Wenjin. Born in Wuchang, Hubei Province, 19 15. 1934 graduated from Hubei Provincial High School, worked in Beijing Library the following year, and began to publish works under the pseudonym "Yan Wenjing". 1939 teaches in the literature department of Lu Xun Art College in Yan 'an. 1945- 195 1 Deputy Editor-in-Chief of Northeast Daily. After arriving in Beijing, he served as editor-in-chief of People's Literature and president of People's Literature Publishing House.

The first collection of fairy tales Nannan and Uncle Beard was published in 194 1. His main works are: Selected Prose of Yan Wenjing, Recent Works of Yan Wenjing, Fairy Tales of Yan Wenjing, Fairy Tales and Fables of Yan Wenjing, etc. 1958 The novella "The Next Port to Set sail" was translated into many foreign languages and introduced abroad. Selected Prose of Yan Wenjing won the first National Excellent Prose Essay Award of Chinese Writers Association. He won the honorary award of the second national children's literature creation award.