Sentences describing the sound of streams

How beautiful the stream is in the morning. It reflects the bright morning glow like a floating ribbon. I like reading by the stream. The fresh and moist air moistens my throat, and the running water is accompanied by my reading sound.

-Happy Stream

A breeze blew, and the mirror-like water made waves. Fish swam to the surface in droves, breathing fresh air with their mouths open. Occasionally, the fish jumps out of the water, turns over and falls into the water, causing ripples and rocking the reflection in the water.

-A stream in midsummer

In summer, the stream is full and overflows the grass on the shore. The sun shines on the stream, which is particularly dazzling. The children played in the stream in groups of three and five, naked. They dived into the water for a while, then surfaced from the water and fought fiercely. At this time, shouts and laughter are connected.

-A quiet stream

This stream is very calm. It always flows quietly and slowly. Occasionally, small waves will splash, but it is still quiet and slow. It's not like that naughty little boy jumping around. Unlike that talkative little girl, she talks endlessly. Oh, she is a quiet and shy little girl. She is embarrassed to see us!

-A stream in winter

When winter comes, the stream almost dries up, and the stones at the bottom of the valley are exposed to the warm sunshine. Children jump up and down on the stones, chasing and fighting. Some children like to go to the stream to pick up their favorite pebbles of various shapes washed away by water, and the stream has become a playground for children.

The winding stream is a major feature of my hometown. It twists and turns, just like a slim and elegant lady in plain clothes lying on her side on the grass.

The melting ice water woke up the stream, which rushed forward vigorously and spread the news of spring in all directions.

Ah, the beautiful stream, you are like a silver ribbon, setting beautiful lace for the small mountain village.

The stream flows down the winding valley, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. When the stream flows down from the high slope, clouds of water mist are splashed, and the stream is clear and transparent, and the sand at the bottom of the valley is clearly visible.

A small stream trickles, shining like a silver belt in the moonlight. Perhaps it also felt the quiet beauty of the night, so it silently danced its waist and danced non-stop.

The stream in the mountain is like a silver line first, and then like a jade belt hovering in the green valley.

The stream in the canyon really grew wings and flew to the top of the mountain, turning into thousands of watering pots, watering crops.

The stream runs from the distant mountains, looming, if there is nothing, sometimes rushing down and gurgling; Sometimes quietly licking the cliff, shy and astringent; Sometimes it will rush out of a whirlpool, fly a few times, and then stretch forward, looking so generous and relaxed.

Huang Xiuxian and Wang Xiuxian