In the southern Xinjiang, where the mountains are rugged and the majestic peaks are continuous, there is a mountain called Tianshan Mountain standing majestically.

The top of the mountain is covered with snow and ice all year round. Thousands of miles away, no one is seen, no birdsong is heard, only cold and dead silence.

It is here that seven small streams of water are slowly brewed out of the thick snow by the years. They are so small and small, they are not a stream, they are not a ditch, they are nothing, like a few lines of tears from a mountain, and it only takes one finger to cut them off.

Fortunately, seven small streams of water passed through the wind and snow, and gradually flowed from the severe cold to the warmth, and saw life.

The dangerous and beautiful Tianshan Mountain, majestic atmosphere, contains many living beings, the lush trees are in full bloom all year round, and the mountains and fields full of flowers and trees are full of refreshing fragrance in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Seven small streams of water thought, this place is so beautiful!

As they walked, they looked around, and gradually dispersed, becoming lonely travelers, but they did not notice this, until one day a huge rock stopped in front of them.

Seven small streams of water could not move forward any longer, and this boulder stood tall and hard, compared to it, the small stream of water was like a small earthworm in front of a tiger.

The little water stream was afraid, they stopped, wanted to turn back, but found that they had long forgotten the way they came, and then looked around, and found that the friend who was born with them was gone, and it was lonely in this mountain forest, lonely by a boulder blocking the way.

The little water didn't know what to do, and suddenly, the scenery in front of him changed greatly, the floating leaves were no longer quiet and soft, but full of dead silence, and the woods without the moon were also full of desolation, and gradually small animals came to gnaw at their bodies!

The seven streams of water were desperate, and they thought that they must die here.

Close your eyes sadly, sad and don't look at the world.

Slowly, seven small streams fell asleep.

The days walked quietly, and in the vast mountains, the changes of a few small streams of water were as inconspicuous as a leaf withered in the forest. And then, one day-

The little stream was suddenly awakened by a cacophony of noises, and it opened its eyes in confusion, only to see something fall from the dim sky, crackling, hitting the leaves, ticking, splashing in puddles.

What is it?

Xiao Shui felt a burst of joy inexplicably, it liked to bring the coolness of this sound, it felt like itself, but it didn't understand why it fell from the sky.

Xiao Shui closed his eyes happily, and fell asleep again in the graceful rustle.

I don't know how long it took, but the rustling stopped.

Xiao Shui Liu opened his eyes again, and suddenly, he saw a very beautiful thing in the west sky far ahead, crooked, colorful, and beautiful!

What is that?

Xiao Shui involuntarily walked forward, and when it took a few steps, it suddenly remembered that it had been blocked by a big rock, and it should not be able to move forward.

The small water flow, no, the mountain stream looked back, only to see that the boulder that was originally insurmountable in its eyes was just a faint bulge in its water waves, and at this time it also found that its strength had become stronger, and its voice was even louder!

The warm sun shone on it, and it laughed.

It turns out that you can become stronger, you can become stronger!

The seven mountain streams ran happily, and suddenly a cliff appeared in front of them, but they did not stop, they believed in their way of moving forward like this, and the power of moving forward like this!

Boulders are submerged!

Gullies have been filled!

I've seen it every spring, summer, autumn and winter every year!

On a sunny morning, there was a "bang", a hundred feet of steady steps, and the sound shook the sky! Seven mountain streams met in a concave place!

They converge together, and each mountain stream is imposing and ambitious. And they rushed forward in a majestic stride, as each time they stepped over boulders and ravines, but—

This time they failed!

The place was deeply sunken, surrounded by high stone walls, so high that the boulders they first encountered could not be compared to them, like ants and giant elephants.

The Seven Mountain Streams were not discouraged, and they believed that their heavenly friends would help them and leave this place.

A year has passed, and another year has passed.

The heavenly friends came many times, and they clearly felt that they were getting stronger, and in the tenth year, the seven mountain streams finally crossed the stone wall, but before they had time to cheer, they found that in front of them, there was a higher and higher stone wall!

They walked dazedly and came across a puddle of water.

The puddle said, "Who are you, where do you come from, where are you going?"

The seven mountain streams replied: "We are mountain streams, coming up from the top of the heavenly mountains, we want to go, we want to go...... Where to go is not yet known. ”

The puddle asked, "So what are you doing now?"

"We don't know, we just want to go further. ”

"Oh......" Suma laughed, "you're going to die like this!"

Qidao Mountain Stream exclaimed: "Why?"

The puddle smiled again: "Do you know how old I am?"

"How much?"

"One hundred and twenty years old!"

Shui Pu said proudly, but his voice quickly lowered again: "Originally, I was bigger and younger than you, but now, I am going to die. ”

"Why?" the seven mountain streams didn't understand.

The puddle looked at the seemingly endless stone wall around him and said, "Do you know what this stone wall is on top?"

"What?"

"It's still a stone wall!"

The seven mountain streams were speechless. The puddle said slowly: "I was disheartened to become like this." It's so high that you can't get out. ”

The seven mountain streams were silent, they looked at the sky hard, and after a while, they asked, "May I ask Grandpa Shuipu, is it possible to go out here?"

The puddle shook his head: "I don't know, but I once climbed that stone wall and encountered another puddle, and it told me that if I want to go out, I must first turn into a lake." ”

"What's that?"

"It's a big, deep store, it can fill this place and climb all the stone walls!"

Qidao Mountain Stream said very sincerely: "Grandpa Shuipu, then let's turn it into a lake together!"

The puddle was stunned: "Why do you want to become a lake, do you really want to go out?"

Qidao Mountain Stream nodded: "We still don't know where we're going, but we know what to do." If it doesn't become a lake, we're all going to die here, we can't do anything, so we're going to become a lake. ”

The puddle looked at the seven mountain streams in a daze, and was speechless for a long time.

A wild goose flew over it, and its soft figure was reflected in the eyes of the puddle, and the puddle suddenly cried, and it roared loudly: "Good!"