Give my goldfish a 300-word water change diary.

In the clear water, a golden-red fish in a big and thin skirt danced the palace waltz gracefully, and other red carp, Mei Rongjin, also danced with the beat. Sometimes I can dance happily, or I can bow out of the water and draw a beautiful arc in the air, like red lightning shooting into the water. My fish pond has become a palace for fish. I was fascinated by it and couldn't help leaning forward. The clever fish dispersed in a hubbub.

After a while, a little black fish swam out. It must have come to explore the road. Other small fish seem to have a sense of security, slowly and carefully swam out, quietly approaching, as if to say something. I spilled some fish food and a fierce battle began. A big fish sucks food from another fish's mouth. A small fish actually took the food of a big fish. Don't move. The two fish over there rushed towards some fish food. Maybe it was too fast. Bang, two fish heads collided. The waves they set off washed the fish food aside. A chubby goldfish picked it up and swam away happily with fish food. The two fish that hit their heads had to throw themselves into another food fight angrily. The food war is coming to an end. Fish is not as greedy as before. Some pick up a small piece of fish food, and some play with fish food as a ball or spit or suck it.

The big goldfish that is full has become elegant, demure or gentle again. Some of them take a leisurely walk, some close their eyes, but the little fish are restless and chase and play by the pool. I can't help admiring: "What a lovely goldfish!"