Forming a lake is not an easy task, it requires luck, perseverance, and tolerance.

The seven mountain streams and puddles turned into small pools, and it wasn't long before they found a few small weeds at the bottom of the pools.

The puddle said anxiously, "Throw them out, or they will drink us dry!"

The seven mountain streams shook their heads, they felt that the little water plants grew very cute, just like the bright green leaves they saw all the way, vibrant, and they said: "Grandpa Shui Pua, let the little water plants live here, they can't drink much water." ”

Xiao Shuicao also hurriedly said: "Little Shuipu, believe us, we can help you and help you become a lake!"

The puddle was silent for a moment, and then it suddenly remembered what the puddle had said to it when it had climbed the stone wall and encountered it—because you don't give, you can't get it.

It remembered that it never seemed to have accepted a living being, and it thought, maybe that's why it couldn't turn into a lake, couldn't get out.

"Oh well. The puddle agreed, "I wish you all a happy time here." ”

In this way, the little water plants lived here, year after year, the rain fell from the sky, the small water pool grew strongly, and little by little the stone wall climbed, and the little water plants also kept their promises, because of their survival, this place became full of life, no longer lifeless, from a distance, the small water hole was green, very magnificent.

Twenty years passed quietly, and one morning, the little waterhole suddenly found that the world was much wider, and there were many beautiful stones embedded in the ground in front of him, reflecting the morning light, colorful, colorful, and beautiful, and fascinated them.

This is the stone wall that the puddle has seen before, there are many beautiful stones on the stone wall, but the puddle that he wanted to leave back then, when he saw that the stone wall was still a stone wall, he gave up completely, and the beautiful stone did not leave any impression in his mind at all.

The small waterhole spread out and became a large pool, and it ran happily and then came across a pond.

The big pool asked, "Who are you?"

"I am a pond, and I used to be a puddle. ”

"Oh......" the big waterhole cheered, "I remember you, we met a hundred years ago. ”

"Really?" asked Pond, "I've lived too long to remember." ”

"Yes, I was the same age as I am now, but then I felt like I couldn't get out of here, so I became a puddle. ”

"Oh...... I remember, I thought you were dead. ”

"No, I'm going to be a lake now!" said the big waterhole, "but why are you the way you are?"

The pond smiled and sighed: "I advise you not to think about becoming a lake, thirty years ago, a stream that was drying up came from the other side of the mountain, and asked me to take care of a group of small fish and shrimp, telling me that the lake is very big and big." ”

"How big is that?"

"Big enough to fit the sky!"

The big pool said excitedly: "It's so big! Then I must become a lake!"

The pond looked at the big pool in surprise, and after a while, he said urgently: "Why do you think like this? Don't you think that such a vast storage zài is simply untouchable?"

Da Shuitan smiled, pointed to a long aquatic plant at the bottom of the pool, and said: "Twenty years ago, it was as small as a grain of sand, and who knew that it would be like today? And more than 30 years ago, I was just a small stream of water like a few tears, how could I know that today can become a waterhole that nurtures other lives? In the past 20 years, I have watched the growth of aquatic plants, and I have figured out some things, and I feel that the lake should have been formed from very small mountain streams, puddles, and ponds. Now we have our friends in the sky to help, and the mountain top has the support of snow turning into water, so you can join us! We will take care of the small fish and shrimp together, and turn it into a lake together!"

The pond froze, like a puddle twenty years ago, and it looked at the big puddle in silence, and finally said, "You must tell me why it is a lake, or I will not agree." ”

"Because if you don't become a lake, you're going to die. And because we don't know where we're going. ”

......

Eventually, the pond was joined by a large pool, which became more wide, with fish swimming freely in it and aquatic plants dancing at the bottom of the pool. But—

This layer of stone walls is really high, and because the big pool is too big, it is difficult to climb, but every year they can feel their growth, but the growth is very small, and after fifty years, they don't care much about it.

Their goal is still to become a lake, but the small growth each year makes it difficult for them to arouse interest, and the beautiful scenery around them attracts more attention.

In spring, a hundred flowers bloom, the fragrance is thousands of miles away, and the whole waterhole is intoxicated with fragrance; in summer, cicadas sing continuously, butterflies and bees dance, frogs and drums are silent at night, occasionally three birds chirp, the sky is swaying in the galaxy, and the moonlight is blurred; in autumn, the maple leaves are flying, like flowers falling and raining, and the mountains are full of sunset; there is snow in winter, white but not lacking green, in the white world, evergreen trees are like stars dotted in the night sky, the wind blows, and the heart is drunk.

Another fifty years have passed, the stone walls are still very high, and the growth of the large waterhole is still very small.

And so, another fifty years, another hundred years, another three hundred years......

The years passed quietly, and the big waterhole watched the scene, and then it became a scene.

It gradually forgot its original intention, just like it originally longed for the dawn, and then passed through the night, the night was too long and too long, it didn't know if it could get out, and gradually began to look up at the starry sky, look at the stars and the moon, and gradually get lost in it.

Until one day, a pair of teenagers and girls came from outside the mountain.

The girl's first words were, "Look! it's a lake!"

Lake?

The big pool wondered, what is that? How can it be so familiar?

When the girl ran like it excitedly, and her feet touched her skin, she looked at the familiar sky and the familiar mountain shore, and slowly realized that what the girl was talking about was herself.

It turned out that it was a lake, and that-

What is a lake?

No one can answer the question of the lake, the seven mountain streams are lost, the puddles are forgotten, the ponds are not remembered, the aquatic plants and fish that have heard their wishes are quietly carried away by the years, and after a long life, the lake does not remember what it is.

It forgets that it wants to see the dawn, not the starry night sky.

"The lake is the identity you can get out of here!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the sky.

Hu looked up at the sky, saw the rain falling from the sky, and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm another you, in order not to forget what jì 'me' is, so save zài. ”

"Then why should I leave?"

"Because you don't remember who you are anymore!"

The raindrops roared loudly, and the sky suddenly became dark, and the ink clouds rolled, and the wind came from all directions, and the waves gradually rose on the surface of the lake calmly.

"What are you going to do?!" Lake asked in surprise.

"I'm going to get you out of here. ”

"But it's beautiful, and I don't want to leave. ”

"If you set out because of beauty, then you have to leave, because there is something more beautiful ahead, and if you don't set out because of beauty, then you have to leave, because you have no reason to stay here. ”

The rain was pouring down, the wind was howling, and the lake stood there quietly, and suddenly it looked back and saw that there were seven mountain streams flying down from the cliff, walking a hundred feet flat, and the sound shook the sky!

It suddenly remembered something.

In my memory, the sky is full of snow......

Boulder deep depression......

Also, the grass swims in the fish......

Deciduous pond ......

Many, many, like this rain pouring into the lake, poured into its mind.

Crackling, all the recalls. The years are like a story king, never harsh on you, just smile gently, keep telling stories to you, and when you are deeply involved, you realize that you have forgotten what you thought at the beginning and what you wanted.

The good thing is that if you write the story, there's still a chance to pick it up.

Bang!

The lake slammed against the boulders along the shore, raising a huge wave, and a thunderclap fell in the sky!

Bang!

Another scream!

The water waves are wave after wave, and the roaring impact of the mountains and seas is overwhelming!

The lake, which has been silent for thousands of years, has finally begun to roar and start shouting!

Yelling at the original dream!

It desperately flipped through the pages of the story to find the original and most authentic one!

In order to survive, in order to know where it is going, it becomes a lake, and it becomes a lake, but it forgets this qiē.

When the rain came violently, and the light of the sky was split in the dark clouds, it knew that it was time for it to move on, at first it had spread over the boulders, towards the rainbow, and now it had crossed the mountains and set off for the unknown distance.

Not because of anything else, but in the original story, it was a stream, so it didn't stay.

Thundered!

With a loud sound like the opening of the heavens and the earth, the stone wall surrounding the lake was suddenly split into a huge crack, and the water of the lake was surging down at this moment!