朝阳逐渐升起的时候,草尖上不知什么时候凝结了一颗露珠。它当然不愿意坐在那儿等着太阳把它晒干,毕竟它自认为是一颗很有个性的露珠。于是,它攀住草,滑到了茎上,这里没有阳光,可长久这样也不是办法。草下是一条清亮的小溪,它犹豫了一会儿,放了小手。露珠感觉自己似乎和小溪成为了一体,可事实并非如此,它依旧是它。它舒展了一下身体,睁眼看 When the sun rises gradually, I do not know when the grass tip condensation of a dew. It certainly does not want to sit there waiting for the sun to dry it, after all, it thinks it is a very dewy personality. So, it climbed grass, slipped to the stem, there is no sunshine, but this is not the solution for a long time. Grass is a clear stream, it hesitated for a moment, put a small hand. Dewdrops feel like they seem to be one with the stream, but it is not the case, it is still it. It stretches the body, eyes open