小时候,那小脑瓜里不时地冒出许多美丽的梦想,可最后,都以落空而告终。为此,我感到很苦恼。“空气在静止的状态下叫什么呢?”一次,父亲问我。“叫空气。”我说。“如果空气动一动,又叫什么呢?”父亲继续问。“还叫空气。”我不假思索地回答。“不对。空气动一动,就叫风了。”父亲说,“空气稍稍一动,就改 As a child, that little brains emerge from time to time many beautiful dreams, but in the end, ended in frustration. To this end, I feel very distressed. ”What is the air called at rest?“ ”Once, my father asked me. “Called the air. ” I said. “If the air move, what is it? ” My father went on to ask. “Called the air. ” I answered without hesitation. “Not right.Air move, called the wind. ” My father said, "The air a little move, change