冬天,一条小溪结冰了。冬天不屑地对溪水说:“你看,你是多么弱小,多么不堪一击啊!我只微微吹了一口寒风,就冻僵了你的身体,封住了你前进的脚步。”“但是,无论什么力量,都无法阻止我流向大海。”溪水坚定地说。“冰冻得连脚步都迈不开了,你怎么流向大海呢?”“冰冻,那是我等待流向大海的一个姿势。”“等待?你等待什么呢?”“等待春天。”溪水说。冬天一听溪水说到春天,满脸苍白。 In winter, a stream is frozen. Winter disdain to the stream said: “You see, how weak you are, how vulnerable! I only a slight blew of cold, frozen your body, sealed the way forward.” “However, no matter what the force, can not stop me flow to the sea. ” Creek said firmly. “” “Frozen, that is a gesture I waited for the flow to the sea. ” “Wait? What are you waiting for? ” “Wait Spring. ”" Stream said. A stream of winter, when it comes to spring, pale face.