The crisp sound of bird calls echoed through the forest, and the dense trees rustled in the cool breeze.
A gust of wind blew by, causing the golden leaves to tremble slightly, detach from their branches, and whirl in the air, fluttering.
Swaying, drifting, like a shower of golden rain.
Until the sound of the wind gradually faded, the leaves dancing in the wind slowly lost momentum, gradually gliding down, like children who have had enough fun.
Finally, the leaves fell into the clear stream.
The stream water tinkles as it flows, revealing the round pebbles clearly, and agile little fish darting through the current can be seen.
The leaves falling into the water stirred ripples, attracting several curious trout to swim over.
Suddenly, a pale arm plunged into the water, startling a burst of splashes.
The fish fled in panic, but the arm managed to catch the plumpest one and held it high.
The trout struggled continuously, as an excited voice rang out by the stream:
