What's that noise? Twittering, twittering, oh, that's the bird singing happily. Listen, it seems that I have become a bird myself. I sing, fly and sing with all the birds.
I flew to the stream and suddenly heard a voice more beautiful than our song. I bid farewell to birds, and I changed from a bird to my own river, a musician of nature.
When he knocked on the water, he made a drumming sound; When you hit the rock, it will make a sparse sound.