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我停歇在一棵高高的大树上,放眼望去,无边无涯,妈妈让我寻找属于自己的“诗”。可我的那首“诗”在哪儿呢?谁能告诉我?我漫无目的,扑着双翅,向远处飞去。一条狭长的小溪欢快地向前奔跑着,我停在小溪旁的一块岩石上,好久,好久……“喂,小东西,干吗不回家?”小溪担忧地问。“小溪姐姐,你为什么总是这么快乐?”“流水不腐,户枢不蠹。每天我都在不停地流淌,抚摸每一株小草,滋润每一寸土地,只有流动的生命才能永恒,不是吗?”
I stopped in a tall tree, looking ahead, boundless, my mother asked me to find their own “poem ”. Where is my poem “poem”? Who can tell me? I aimlessly, flapping my wings and flying away. A narrow stream ran forward happily, I stopped on a rock beside the stream for a long, long time ... “” Hey, little thing, why not go home? “ ”Why do you always be so happy?“ ”“ ”“ ”“ Water is not rotten, every door is not beetle.Every day I am constantly flowing, touching each grass, moisture every inch of land, only the mobile Life can be eternal, is not it? ”