Green waiting

Green is in my heart, and the piece of forest has appeared in front of my eyes several times. The stream of rivers has been reflected in my eyes several times. The birds flying in the wings have hit my sight several times!

If you ask me why I sigh, then the helpless shaking head and serious eyes should be the best answer.

What was the grassland atmosphere of the wind and the grass? Has a thousand reeds swayed like waves? What about the rare birds that once traveled through the woods? What was the beauty of the 'Mingyue Songs and the Springs?' I asked without a doubt: Where are they?

My hometown is the land of fish and rice in Jiangnan. It used to be a place full of natural atmosphere. There are pieces of unspoiled forests, green leaves, green light, and the sun shining through the forest. In spring, the peach blossoms in the green are mixed with the white pear trees. The summer lotus leaves are covered and the hustle and bustle are bright; the autumn is fruitful and the rice is fragrant; in winter, it can also be snowy and snowy. And now these have been turned into memories, permanently imprinted in my heart, and become the deepest memory. When I walked into my hometown, I could no longer see the green eyes. The pieces of forest and the pieces of reeds and grasses have gone farther and farther from the line of sight. The air that exudes the grassy grass is also extremely difficult to inhale into the lungs. Instead, it is the ever-extending buildings and crowds, and the dead vines still standing on the open space, they are curved, or tilted, or lying on their backs. The vicissitudes and loneliness are just to prove that they have survived here, as if Watching, praying, waiting in silence.

Green is in my heart, but it has become a stinging memory. I occasionally see the green shadow in the book. I suddenly look forward to it as long as I look forward to it. I once asked myself, is human being an animal without feelings? Our homes have been ruined, are we not tempted?

Looking at the empty underground, have you ever had anxiety? Looking at the vast desert, have you ever sighed? Looking at the black rivers and lakes, have you ever felt vicissitudes? Looking at the flesh and blood, the birds and beasts, have you ever felt pity? Looking at the sky that is no longer blue, can you cry? Don't ignore future generations for your own desires! Today, about 2,000 square meters of forest per minute on the earth has been destroyed; the world's desertified land has reached 36 million square kilometers; serious pollution of rivers and air has led to a sharp rise in population mortality. We should stop, think about future generations, think about the motherland, don't let the last drop of water in the world become the tears of humanity!

Let the green print in everyone's heart, become everyone's dream, the future will be green, and the sky will become blue.

I seem to hear the 'mother' in the pro-report: I am waiting! I am waiting for the woods to flourish again! Waiting for the clear stream to continue to sing! Waiting for the beautiful bird to fly freely!