我是一潭静止的水,可是静水流深。在一个偏僻的原野上,和我的花枝、青草,相傍相依。哪怕花瓣会凋零、青草会枯萎,我依旧爱它们带给我的富有生机的神采,依旧爱它们留在我心底的美好。可是,有一天,一个夸张的人来到我身边,欣羡我的纯洁、甘甜,用他干枯的嘴唇亲吻我、赞美我。他满足后的欣喜与渴望令我害怕。接着,一批一批的人过来观赏我,把我的花草践得遍体鳞伤。我已不能如往常一般静止了,我的愤怒夹杂着狂风暴雨一起翻滚着。 I am a pool of still water, but still water deep. In a remote field, and my flowering branches, grass, close to each other. Even if the petals will die, the grass will wither, I still love them to bring my full of vitality, still love them to stay in my heart. However, one day, an exaggerated person came to me and admired my purity and sweetness, kissed me with his dry lips and praised me. His joy and longing for fulfillment scared me. Then, a group of people came to watch me, put my flowers over and over again. I can not stand still as usual, my anger mixed with the storm tumble together.