His shell became fragile. Once when he rolled down a hill, it was knocked off a little. It was very pain when the sands went through the wound. For the first time, he could grasp his shell.
“也许我快变成一个壳了。”"May be I will turn into a shell soon."
“妈妈！也许我不该离开。妈妈，原谅我吧！我真是吃饱了苦头！”"Mother! May be I should not have left. Mother, forgive me! I have suffered enough!"