Pray for a bird

I am a poor bird.

I used to live in a dense forest on the upper reaches of the Yellow River, where the scenery is beautiful and the air is fresh; the river is clear and blue, the wild grass is plump, the flowers are blooming... My friends and I live in a carefree home. All kinds of animals live in harmony, often in sunny, spring breeze and hustle and bustle, gather together to hold a grand party, we are free, we are happy!

Our homeland is incomparably beautiful: Aunt Chun is sending us a spring breeze with joyful dance; Xia Bobo brings us a pool of clear water to the blue sky and white clouds; Uncle Qiu gives us a string with the cool breeze The golden fruit and the yellow fruit of the fruit; the winter grandfather put on the white winter dress for us to report the hope of the coming year. We are proud to have a comfortable and warm home. We are very pleased!

Time flies, and it is gone forever. As the human territory continues to expand, our lovely homes are gradually being destroyed by humans. When I fly back to my hometown again. The scene in front of me makes me very surprised:

On the spring day, Xiao Cao's sister got out of the soil, no longer so green and green; the wildflower sister opened her smile, but the smile was covered with a trace of melancholy; the big river brother took off the thick ice coat, but the body became More and more small and thin; Grandpa’s illness is getting worse and worse, and the few sprouts that have just been extracted are so lack of business. The long summer is hard, the sun is shining in the bare forest, and the animal singer--the song that I know is so weak and soundy, it sounds like an upset. When autumn comes, the fruit of the tree is sparse, there is no red in the past, no big in the past, it is such a faint eclipse. When the winter was just arrived, the animals in the forest quickly entered the hibernation.

Not far from the factory, the sound of the "rumbling" of the machine, the horn of the car on the road, the sound of the "beep", and the sound of the wood in the woods are endless.

Ah, we lost the beautiful and charming home. The trees were cut down, the grass was also pale and yellow; the wildflowers pulled their heads; the river quickly broke. A tall building rises from the ground and smokes from the chimneys. The environment was destroyed, the blue sky was no longer blue, and the river was no longer clear. Our original home has become a deadly "death zone." There are no more laughter of the animals in the forest; there is no warm sunshine again; there is no clear spring again; there is no such thing as a "Lullaby"...

Dear friend, human, save us! We are eager for a blue sky and water, and we pray for a peaceful home.