A little brook tumbles down the mountain.
A narrow footpath snakes beside it,
Which I follow, treading on the steps.
The brook's so clear, so cool;
Sometimes it flows smooth.
So I take off my shoes
And dip my feet in the water.
Oh, so delicious on the hot day,
Like eating some ice-cream.
I wish I could turn into a fish
And swim in that lucid stream!
I wish I could turn into a stone
That lies on the bottom
And let the cool current rush over me
And make me intoxicated
Like drinking champagne!

很清凉的小溪，逸士的心很年轻。