白纸如是说一张雪一样洁白的纸如是说:“我生来纯洁无瑕。愿今后永葆这份纯洁。我宁可被焚,化为灰烬,也不愿黑色玷污我,不愿脏物靠近我。”墨水瓶听了白纸的话,在自己黑色的心中暗笑着,后来便再不敢接近白纸了;彩笔听了白纸的话,也再不去碰它了。果然,这张白纸得以永葆自己的洁白和纯净了:洁白,纯净,又空空如也。 The white paper is like a snow white paper saying: “I was born immaculate. May this eternal purity be preserved. I would rather be burned, into ashes, do not want to black defile me, do not want dirt close to me ”The inkwell, after listening to the white paper, smiled absently in his black heart and then dared not approach the white paper again; the crayon listened to the white paper and did not touch it again. Sure enough, this piece of white paper to maintain its own white and pure: white, pure, but also empty.