There i the creek that a the four eaon often hed before my door, it wa brought to u a lot of joy and convenient, we can like it. Spring, the willow of brook edge prouted, peach bloom i red, thee beautiful cenery dre up thi brook beautifully, tranient peron cannot help topping ee much eye. Summer, thi brook became the child' paradie, natant wim, make the fight hitting water of water battle, extremely happy. Some girl till are picking the wild flower of brook edge, halcyon ummer and move a vibrant picture, really extremely beautiful. The autumn, the fruiter reult of brook edge, people i picking fruit, it i the picture of a bumper harvet really. In the winter, brook froze, children are in ice kate, the winter that their mirth i huh i not doleful. I love you, brook!