一棵老树站在小河边,注视着水面的光波,聆听着它喁喁的细语,禁不住弯下腰来,掬一口清冽的甘泉,一饮而尽。他目送着小河无声地流去,无法名状的依恋之情,从心底涌起。他问小河:请你告诉我,为了感谢你,我该变成什么呢? 如果我是一片秋叶,我落在你的河面上,变成一片浮萍,随你而去。如果我是一只蝴蝶,我落在你的河面上,变成一叶白帆,跟你远行。 An old tree stood by the river, watching the light waves on the water, listening to its sloppy words, could not help but bend over, swipe a clear green Oasis, a drink. He watched the stream flow silently, unspeakable attachment, filled his heart. He asked Creek: Tell me, what should I become to thank you? If I were a fall leaf, I fell on your river and turned into a duckweed and left with you. If I were a butterfly, I fell on your river and turned into a white sails, traveling with you.