我曾以为,水是那般柔软,当山间的水滴自崖而下,与崖底坚硬的磐石猛烈地冲击后,飞溅出一朵朵绚烂的水花。我懂得,水也有它的刚强。日复一日、年复一年,不知经历了多少次这样的冲击,不知水花曾多少次在空中飞舞,它终于冲破了磐石的阻碍,穿透了层层关卡,它终于到目的地了,水滴石穿。见山间,它若隐若现,时缓时急, I used to think that the water was so soft, when the mountain of water droplets from the cliff, with the hard bottom of the cliff violently violent impact, splashing a blossoming of flowers. I know that water also has its strong. Day after day, year after year, I do not know how many times after this impact, I do not know how many times the water has flown in the air, it finally broke through the barriers of rock, pierced through the layers of checkpoints, it has finally reached its destination, Water drops wear. See the mountain, it looming, when the slow time-sensitive,