那晶莹的露珠,一滴一滴,都是它思乡的泪它到现在都还没想明白,自己糊里糊涂地,咋就从乡村到了城市,站在这个广场了呢?它只记得那天,自己正像往常一样,站在村外的原野上,沐浴阳光,与白云招手,与春风嬉戏。突然来了一群人和一些车。几 That crystal dewdrop, drop by drop, is the tears of its homesickness. It still hasn’t wanted to understand it. It’s confusing. He just went from the country to the city and stood in this square. It just remembered that day and he was As usual, standing on the field outside the village, bathe in the sun, beckon with white clouds, and play with the spring breeze. Suddenly came a group of people and some cars. a few