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【英文原文】
One morning a small boy squatted motionless on the grass in the garden for a long time.
His mother felt so odd that she walked close to see what had happened. The boy, in earnest, squatted in front of a blade of grass, on which a round dew in the sun gave a colorful light, exceedingly beautiful. The small boy extended his hands under the grass silently as he appreciated the dew.
Seeing his mother walking over to him, the boy said with a slight sadness, “Mother, the dew’s dying.”
The mother said to her son with a smile, “Even if you put your hands under the grass, you cannot stop the dew disappear from this world.”
The boy said, “Mother, I’m only thinking not to throw it in pain when it falls.”
