1. The stream along the beach jumps forward like a silver line, stitching up the beach and the river bank.

2. Time jingled on the ancient black city wall, scattered on the moldy blue slate, turned into glass and disappeared; Leaving only a faint glow like firefly, revealing a small memory footer, it soon became a colorful memory hall, like a spell in an ancient book, with a long history.

Springs tinkle, just like music played by musicians.