你说是失望的小草在寒冷的昨夜无可奈何地哭泣了大半夜,所以青青的草尖才顶着这一粒粒残存的泪珠。我说不是泪珠泪珠不会这样圆润不会这样闪着光彩。小草不会失望不会哭泣也不会掉泪。小草顶着的是太阳是月亮是星星寄给他的晶亮晶亮的希望。你微微地笑着你说也许是吧但愿是吧。 You said that the disappointed grass had no choice but to cry for the most part in the cold last night, so the green grass tipped the tears that remained in the grain. I said not tears would not be so round and not so shiny. Grass will not be disappointed and will not cry nor tears. What the grass stands on is that the sun is the hope that the stars send to him. You smiled slightly and you said maybe it was.