Looking for a mountain stream

On the National Day, my parents and I came to the mountains of Changde. It is said that there is a clear stream here. I started a "stream-seeking" journey along the steep mountain road.

Time goes by bit by bit, and I don't know how many roads I have traveled, but the stream is chasing me like a naughty child. I began to retreat: Is there a stream in this mountain? Should I choose to give up or keep looking? At this point, my feet are as heavy as lead.

Persistence and giving up are just an idea. I have been looking forward to finding a stream and tasting its sweetness. Thinking about it, I made up my mind to move forward.

Walking, we met an old farmer who was going down the mountain. I asked him where the stream was before I ran. "Follow my finger and you'll find it!" My heart jumped with joy and ran in the direction of the old farmer. Sure enough, in the depths of the mountains, several shady trees surround this clear stream, and the sun shines on the sparkling water. The stream looks particularly shiny and smart. The fish in the stream are swimming gently and constantly rippling. I took a sip of the stream in my hand, which was cool and refreshing.

This is really a beautiful picture, and the author of this picture is nature.

The sweet stream makes me think a lot. If I had chosen to give up, I might have lost a beautiful scenery in my life.

In the process of searching, I learned to stick to life.