Dewdrop travel

I am a small dew, a small dew hanging on the leaves. Don't look at me, I am very beautiful. Whenever the sun came out, I was shining, like a beautiful pearl, very lovable; but don't look at me, I have a lot of friends: whenever the bird sister bypasses me, I will always sing a song for me, and I will say hello to me. "Hello, little dew!" Looking back, hey, the big tree brother is swinging in the breeze, he is waving to me. At this time, the flower sister is also smiling at me... I live happily in this peaceful and warm environment.

One day, the sun father became very bright and bright, and even the big tree brother could not stop his burning sun! My body temperature is getting higher and higher, my body is getting smaller and smaller, and getting lighter. I shouted at the sun father-in-law: "The sun father, stop!" But he did not hear it! Just as I was about to despair, suddenly, my body not only disappeared, but also slowly floated up, flying higher and higher, and finally met Baiyun uncle. I thought: Although the body is getting smaller, but after all, it will fly, and it is flying so high! really not bad! Who knows, just as I am proud of it, look down, but stupid: God! Why are there so many dewdrops flying like me! We all climbed to the uncle of Baiyun until we were no longer squeezed. There are still a lot of little waterdrops like me eager to go to the back of Baiyun's uncle, but Baiyun uncle, but they don't care. Baiyun uncle wants to scare us, the sky suddenly becomes black, there is a constant electric light, and a dull sound, "嚓" and "rumbling". I was shocked and exclaimed: "What's wrong?" What about the dew underneath? Still climbing up. Baiyun uncle sighed helplessly and slammed it hard. We all fell from him.

I want to float, but I find myself into a small ice crystal, very heavy! It doesn't float at all. We are getting closer and closer to the ground, and the temperature is constantly rising. We have changed back to the small drops of water and landed on the ground.

It’s raining and it’s getting up.

We fell on the leaves, on the ground, in the small river, in the creek, in the lake... I fell in a creek, rushed into the farmland with my friends, and saw the diligent peasant uncle, they were busy Spreading fertilizer into the ground... I was squeezed out of the farmland, rushed to the river... Finally I entered the sea. I met many friends along the way... I also saw many, many...

I don't know how long it took, I went back to my hometown and told my friends my story. Maybe, I will travel again. Before that, I will wait quietly and wait...

Peace in the third country, Xiaoliu: Summer Margin