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窗下地面的冰还很硬,但和煦的阳光照一会儿,挂在屋檐的冰锥便滴下水来。每一滴水在时时发出“我!我!我!”的声音,它的生命只有一刹那的工夫。“我!”这是痛感无能为力而发出的悲声。但是眼看地面上的冰已被水滴出一个小坑,冰在融化,一直到化净了,屋檐下亮晶晶的水滴还在一声声叫着。
The ice beneath the window was still hard, but for a moment the warm sunshine dripped water from the ice-cone hanging over the eaves. Every drop of water gives us the sound of “me! Me! Me!” From time to time, and its life is only a flash of effort. “I! ” This is the tragedy sounding helplessness. But seeing the ice on the ground has been a small drop of water dripping, melting ice, until the purification of the roof, shiny drops of water are still crying.