Guard a touch of green

Quietly, I can't hear the birds' voices; I can't see the flowers in the shadows slowly; I can't find the feelings between the neighborhoods. The lost breath is not only happiness, but also primitive happiness.
In the face of materialistic society, the pace of urbanization is getting faster and faster. The countryside seems to be replaced by urbanization, drowning in the tide of history. Rural - synonymous with fields, green defenders. We must guard this green, guarding the pure land that exists in nature, and guarding the peace of the heart.
The trend of history is so dynamic that it seems that no one has stopped for it: how many heroes have been scoured and how many glorious monuments have been forgotten. But the term rural has been preserved until now, not because of the vastness and splendor of the countryside, not because of its brilliant yesterday, but because the simplicity of the countryside is still there, and the originality of life still exists.
Have you been to the countryside? Have you ever seen a real village? Have you seen a vibrant spring? One green grass, one piece, and a group of people danced in the wind. In the hot, windless summer, a big tree looks into the green black. Red, yellow, and white wildflowers sneak out their heads from time to time, swaying green and smart. Are you surprised by the fact that in the morning, the door is opened by a dozen birds and two are in front of the door. In the golden autumn, the leaves are falling like a dead leaf butterfly dancing in the wind. Do you feel the joy of the autumn leaves sweeping the leaves, the imaginary tomorrow, the white snow dancing, will put a sheepskin coat on the village. The tranquility of the white world is the sweetness of the rural people waiting quietly. Sitting in the neighborhood and talking about state affairs is the happiness of the rural people throughout the winter.
Looking up at the sky, the blue sky is like a vast curtain, and the white clouds are like a flexible elf dancing freely. In the countryside, maybe the influence of the tree! It seems that wherever you go, you will see green, never faded green. I have heard people say that the most primitive color in nature is green, the most kind and simple people are farmers, and the most purified place is the countryside.
When you calm down, ask your own soul whether it is disturbed by material life, be confused by money, and be captured by the powerful. In the feast of urban life, lost the place to go in the dark, for a long time can not sleep. Then take off your baggage and go to the yellow land to see: the places where the ancestors have traveled, the places where money can't control. Take a breath of fresh air, invigorate your blood and cleanse your chaotic brain. Take a look at the green trees, cottages, and paths. Find yourself a pure land that will allow your mind to inhabit. Quietly, stay in this fertile land, this sacred place. You will hear the sound of flowers and you will see the footprints of the birds flying. Listen to the inner monologue, the pulse of the beat. Slowly scent, remove the turbid dust, and let the mind return to the starting point of departure.
If the flowers are no longer beautiful, the birds are no longer sweet, and the green is gradually disappearing, no longer surprised, because the countryside is no longer there. Protect the green, and when you still have it, cherish it and continue this green.