Disappearing green

When the earth becomes a desert, in the sky and yellow sand, where should we go...
--Inscription

Open your eyes in a groggy way and continue to look for signs of life.

I am the last bird in the world.

Standing here once alive and green, I raised my head and saw not the towering old trees, not the blue sky. Gray, everything in front of it is gray, a tall building made of dark gray cement, a building that is lifeless. And the gray sky, smoked by the thick smoke into a light gray cloud, sickly floating in the air. All the scenery turned into a dead silence under the cover of gray... I sighed and left the dark world.

Go forward, go forward, I want to escape this gray sky. There was a lake in front of me, and I desperately flew there.

Staying by the lake, my hopes in my heart are shattered again. The blue water that once swayed and crystal clear has turned black. There is a lot of rubbish floating on the lake, and the body of the small fish. The layer of foam on the surface of the lake gives off a disgusting rancid smell. The thick lake is slowly flowing, like a huge black hole, which will inhale all life, even though the life of this world is about to disappear... I shook my head and left the dark world.

I got rid of the rancid smell of the garbage, and I breathed the dusty air. Continue to find the source of life with powerlessness.

The winds are rising, the sands are flying, and it used to be an oasis. It is desert. In the desert of the desert, no other colors can be seen, only a piece of earthy yellow. I remembered that it was a paradise for animals, and how happy I and my friends lived here. But now, everything is gone. Even the most stubborn Populus euphratica and cactus had to succumb to this catastrophe. The thick yellow sand fluttered in the air, blocking my sight, and my heart could not help but tremble. I left the earthy world.

Exhausted, my heart is ashamed, wandering aimlessly, seems to be quietly waiting for the coming of death. The sky gradually darkened, and the night covered the scarred planet. I gently stroked the earth, remembered those who passed and gave us all the earth, but were ruthlessly destroyed. Who is the murderer? I know that it is a human being, a greedy, indifferent, ruthless, hot human. As the masters of the earth, they think they can dominate nature, can be freely destroyed and demanded, but never know how to cherish. Earth! You should have been green, you should have been blue, the green that symbolizes life and hope, the blue of the broad and the source, how are they gone? At this moment, I heard your crying voice, helpless and desperate, yes, we are all tired, we should rest...

In the darkness, I slowly closed my eyes and seemed to see the beautiful planet again. It quietly and quietly fell asleep with me...