The flat stream will sink,
Only through Pingsha Wan Li-
Free,
Silence,
He has no happy voice.
A small river
The tortuous current will drop,
Only through mountains and valleys—
Danger,
Depressed,
He also has no happy voice.
My friend!
Thank you for your answers.
My long and boring questions,
In the flat and tortuous water,
The happiness of youth
Ripple in it!
Crispy ... rare ... vigorous ...
Water, this is the sound, repeated over and over again, without change. The river seems to be stronger, but it is still the same, repeated and unchanged. We can't see its joys and sorrows, and we can't hear its voice. Things are always like this, moving forward. ...
It doesn't seem to be enough to describe its ordinary. Floating together, we can't predict. Freedom seems to be insufficient to describe its randomness. Running around, we can't keep up. Silence doesn't seem enough to describe its loneliness. Everyone cares, and we can't accompany them. But it brings us a lot, although we can't hear its happy voice.
The author used these words vividly. It's flat ... it's free ... it's silent ... it won't have a happy sound. ........