今天,我读了一个故事。说在暴风雨后的一个早晨,一个男人来到海边散步。他一边沿着海边走着,一边注意到在沙滩的浅水洼里,有许多被昨夜的暴风雨卷上岸来的小鱼。而用不了多久,浅水洼里的水就被沙粒吸干,这些小鱼就会干死。男人继续朝前看,他忽然发现前方一个小男孩,走得很慢,而且不停地在每一个小洼旁弯下腰去—他在捡水洼里的小鱼,并且用力把它们扔回大海。男人走过去说:“孩子,鱼这么多,你救不过来的。”“我知道。”小男孩 Today, I read a story. One morning after the storm, a man came to the beach for a walk. As he walked along the beach, he noticed that in the shallow water of the beach there were many small fish that had been rolled ashore last night’s storm. And it does not take long before the water in the shallow water falls dry by the sand, and the fish will die. The man continued to look forward, and he suddenly found a little boy in front of him, walking slowly, and bowing down beside every small depression - he was picking the little fish in the puddle and forcefully throwing them back to the sea . The man walked over and said: “Child, fish so much, you can not save it.” “I know.” Little boy