In this way, I was processed again and again. At last, I was shaken by the children and the parts were not firm. After a few days, I broke up, people pulled me into the processing room, I was processed into a piece of white paper, sent to thousands of households. Children don't cherish me. Some boys even fold me into paper airplanes and fly around. Some girls tear me up and throw me around. When I think about my childhood company with birds, I feel sad: "children, without us, the demons of wind, water, sand, rain and hail will destroy your home; without us, the noise will not disappear, they will hurt your body; without us, the world will become a desert."
小朋友们,用你们的实际行动来爱护我们吧!”
Children, take good care of us with your practical actions! "
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