Stream Sound Through the Valley 野人谷溪水

Stream Sound Through the Valley​
When the morning mist had not yet dispersed, I walked into the depths of Jiufeng Village on bluestone paths. The stream in Ye Ren Gu was like a silver thread leaking from the clouds, winding through emerald bamboo forests into a flowing jade. When first encountered, it squeezed out from stone crevices, like a group of just-awakened children, chirping as they rushed toward the cobblestone riverbed.​
The stream's temperament changes with the mountain terrain. In gentle stretches, it spreads out like a mirror, slowly 晃动 the sky, clouds, red leaves, and green bamboos all blended into its waters; when meeting steep cliffs, it gathers into snow-white waves to leap downward, shattering against rocks into thousands of pearls, with cool mist carrying the fragrance of plants and trees. Most wonderful is when passing through ancient bridge arches—the water flow is gathered by stone vaults into a slender flute, 呜呜咽咽 playing tunes that mountain winds cannot understand.​
At noon, sunlight 穿透 layers of leaves, weaving a dancing golden net on the water surface. Crouching to look underwater, transparent shrimp hide among rounded pebbles, while emerald-brown small fish vanish with a flick of their tail fins. Reaching out to touch the stream, coolness climbs up from fingertips, startling shore dragonflies to flutter away, yet leaving their shadows forever in the rippling light.