Green call

I am a Populus euphratica tree, a poplar tree that flies in the desert in the desert.

I am rooted in the endless desert, the hot sun cruelly roasting the desert, exudes a strong heat, even a drop of water will disappear in an instant. Here, the sky is always orange-red. However, under the sun, it is a desolate desert. Only me - a poplar tree stands here, I am here with an indelible belief.

Recalling the past, my tears are blurred...

On a fertile land, my parents gave birth to me. It is an oasis forever in memory. The sky is so bright and blue, and the white clouds are leisurely strolling in the air, where birds and flowers are everywhere.

The bird was tired, stopped resting on me, and talked and laughed with me; the gentle wind sister liked me very much, touched my head with her delicate hand; Mom and Dad even silently loved them deeply. Pass it to me and let me thrive.

However, just on that day...

On that starry night, our family is immersed in a sweet dream. Suddenly, a few powerful slogans broke through the silence of the night, and the entire Populus family was fearful. I am a bit timid and ask my mother what the monster is making. Mom’s eyes are full of fear, she said it is a cruel human. Suddenly, shouts and footsteps are getting closer and closer to us. At this point, I only had the roots close to my mother, and the branches were next to my mother, and the leaves were tight and guided by my mother.

Just as the goddess of dawn arrived, humans finally approached us. I saw their greedy faces, so terrible! very scary! I closed my eyes, and at that moment, Mom and Dad said in unison: "You must live strong, Mom and Dad will always love you!" The voice just fell, a sneer accompanied by the screams of his parents immediately filled me. Ears, I closed my eyes...

The wind is still the wind, but the wind sister I like does not know where to go. Instead of her, it is a wind filled with sand, and the birds have lost their traces. The scene in front of them is desolate. My ear seems to sound the axe coming from hell again. It seems that the eyes of human beings are emerging again. My heart is twitching: Mom and Dad, Little Bird, Wind Sister, where have you been? I don't want to stay alone here, come back soon, come back soon!

At this time, the gray, the mark left by the father and mother's body - the two tree pits are still lying there quietly. They are like a pair of eyes that are not eye-catching, and they are strongly accused of all human crimes! In an instant, my tears poured out like spring water. Ah, I can't speak anymore. Because all the vocabulary has gathered into the river of blood, the sea of ​​tears. And the blood in the tears of the ocean, only a strong glimpse of the sky...

Now, I still live with that belief, a belief that can't be blown, the rain can't move: I want to be strong and strong!

I really want to call out loud: human, wake up! Can you arbitrarily torture the Mother Earth and trample on other species through the signboard of "The Spirit of All Things"?

Four classes of Liu Youjia

Comment: Cut into nature, deepen your mind, and remind people to think!