“当然愿意。”种子估算着自己小小身躯所能承受的摔打力量,可是怎么算得出?它又怎么能拒绝这个难得的机会?等待风吹。三天后,风来了,棉絮动了动。种子闭着眼,颤抖着——它心里不再嘲笑蓖麻种子了——它咬紧牙关,不让自己喊出来。 “Of course, willing. ” Seed estimated his small body can withstand the beat strength, but how to figure out how it can refuse this rare opportunity to wait for the wind. Three days later, the wind came, cotton moved. With the eyes closed, trembling - it no longer laughed at the seeds of castor - it clenched its teeth and did not shout it out.