萨沙朝蔷薇花丛走去。大雨已经打掉了两片蔷薇花瓣，花儿无力地垂着头，显得更加娇（jiāo）嫩。萨沙掀（xiān）起雨衣，轻轻地遮在蔷薇花上，问道：“妈妈，现在我还是最弱小的吗？”

萨沙的做法表明什么？

                                                                                                下雪的早晨

                                                                                       雪下着，下着，没有声音，

                                                                                       雪下着，下着，一刻不停。

                                                                                       洁白的雪，盖满了院子，

                                                                                       洁白的雪，盖满了屋顶，

                                                                                       整个世界多么静，多么静。

                                                                                       看着雪花在飘飞，

                                                                                       我想得很远，很远。

                                                                                       想起夏天的树林，

                                                                                       树林里的早晨，

                                                                                       到处都是露水，

                                                                                       太阳刚刚上升。

                                                                                       一个小孩，赤着脚，

                                                                                       从晨光里走来，

                                                                                       他的脸像一朵鲜花，

                                                                                       他的嘴发出低低的歌声，

                                                                                       他的小手拿着一根竹竿。

                                                                                       他仰起小小的头，

                                                                                       那双发亮的眼睛，

                                                                                       透过浓密的树叶，

                                                                                       在寻找知了的声音……

                                                                                       他的另一只小手，

                                                                                       提了一串绿色的东西——

                                                                                       一根很长的狗尾草，

                                                                                       结了蚂蚱、金甲虫和蜻蜓。

                                                                                       这一切啊，

                                                                                       我都记得很清。

                                                                                       我们很久没有到树林里去了，

                                                                                       那儿早已铺满了落叶，

                                                                                       也不会有什么人影；

                                                                                       但我一直都记着那小孩子，

                                                                                       和他的很轻很轻的歌声。

                                                                                       此刻，他不知在哪间小屋里，

                                                                                       看着不停地飘飞着的雪花，

                                                                                       或许想到树林里去抛雪球，

                                                                                       或许想到湖上去滑冰，

                                                                                       但他决不会知道，

                                                                                       有一个人想着他，

                                                                                       就在这个下雪的早晨。

    齐王说：“那么去求河神吧！”

    晏子说：“求河神也没有用啊！水里的鱼虾好比是河神的百姓，天再不下雨，鱼虾就会死光，河神比我们还着急呢。”

    齐王问：“那我该求谁呢？”

    晏子说：“求我们的百姓啊！”

    齐王听了晏子的劝告，就下令在全国各地多挖一些水井。有了井水灌溉，齐国的庄稼慢慢变青了，百姓也不再饿肚子了。