I squatted down gently and came across a raindrop on a petal. It came into my palm with my index finger, and gradually burst open. The light of its beating suggested that it seemed to say something. So I was curious. I put my ear close to the palm, and a faint but joyful voice floated into my ear "Ouch! Who is this? Call me up! " Said the raindrop delicately. "No, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to it. Can you speak? " Surprised, I looked at it and asked. "Yes. But not all raindrops speak. It's the second time I've come to the world. It's a big change. I don't know any more. " Said the raindrop in my hand. "Is that right? You're here for the second time! By the way, did you come here the last time? " I can't wait to hear that. "I can't remember. It seems to be, and it doesn't seem to be. We raindrops live in the swaddling clothes of white clouds. White clouds are soft, like cotton in your world. We need to sleep in them for a long time in order to store some energy for human use. When a cloud is full of water drops, it will let us come to the world. We arrive at different places, but we always meet in the end. Last time, I went to the apple grove with some of my companions. I fell into the soil and sucked my slurry as soon as the root touched me. I didn't hate them, because I knew that they would use my sweet syrup to produce rich fruits. When I came, I saw a group of children under the tree. I thought that the red apples were for them. The tree selflessly gave the fruits to the jump What can I do with this little bit? Children are the hope of this world. If they are good, the whole world will be good. "
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