"Little Creek".
Bedtime stories, reading essays at night when the stars and rain light up. The shepherd sings sadly by the brook and laments his misfortune. It turned out that not long ago his beloved little lamb fell into the river and drowned. Hearing the shepherd's cry, the brook said angrily, "The river is in vain in your abundance of water, and you are not doing any good deeds." If the bottom of your river is as clear as mine, won't you be able to find anything you fall into? Look at what you've devoured, you should be ashamed to burrow into the ground.
If I could have your water, I would use it for the benefit of nature. Bringing delicious spring water to the animals, gently and soothingly flowing through the bushes and farmhouses, nourishing the earth. But I won't take even a single leaf with me. All in all, I will do good all the way to the sea, without causing any pain or disaster.
After a week, the hills near the creek were covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and a torrential rain began to fall. The stream swelled and crashed in all directions, and the hundred-year-old oak trees were not spared, and the clatter of the branches was broken. The shepherd, who sang and complained about the river, was washed away with his flock and hut. Many small streams flow soothingly and smoothly simply because its water is still too shallow. Many people seem to be pure and humble, but once they get money and climb to a high position, they will give birth to the best heart.