在风伯伯的吹拂下我飘上了天空,却毫无目标。我寻找着归宿,渴望找到一块没有一个同伴的地方,可俯视大地,到处是它们的身影,我真的不知道是否有我向往的落脚之地。我们的塑料袋家族无家可归,却没有人同情我们,反倒称我们为“白色垃圾”,这真让我们伤心。其实我们的身体是由宝贵的、不可再生的石油提炼加工而成的。为了我们得以面世,多少人风餐露宿,多少人加班加点,我们的身价可并不低呀。 Under the wind of Uncle’s boast, I floated into the sky, but there was no goal. I am looking for a home and I am eager to find a place without a companion. I can overlook the earth. Everywhere I see them. I really don’t know if I have a longing for it. Our family of plastic bags is homeless but nobody sympathizes with us. Instead, we call us “white trash,” which really makes us sad. In fact, our body is made from precious, non-renewable oil. In order for us to be able to come out, how many people will go out and how many people work overtime, our price may not be low.