There is a small trout swimming happily like an arrow in the bright river.

I stood by the river and looked at it quietly. It swims in the clear river.

How happy it is to swim in the clear river.

The fisherman stood by the river with a hook and looked at it coldly, trying to catch the fish.

I hope in my heart that as long as the river is clear and bright, he won't try to catch trout ashore.

As long as the river is clear and bright, he can't catch trout on the shore.

But fishermen don't want to wait and waste time. Before I could think, he quickly muddied the river.

When I fished the trout ashore, I watched the trout be fooled by anger.

I watched the little trout fall for it angrily.