a self-report of a plastic bag

I am a white plastic lying quietly in the trash. Before that, I have a lot of stories to tell you.

Although I am just an ordinary plastic bag, I have also traveled around the country...

I was born from a small factory and shipped to a supermarket with other brothers and sisters. I was fully utilized there, I was brought back home by an old lady, and my stomach was filled with all kinds of snacks. When I got home, the old lady took out a "scarred" brother from the bag, carefully shook the steel smash in his stomach and threw it out of the open window. My brother was blown by the wind. In the blue sky, soaring and soaring, gradually becoming a point and gradually disappeared, silently...

The old lady filled my stomach with some piecemeal money, so I repeated the tragedy of a brother day after day. Unconsciously, the day has arrived, and I have been blown by the wind on the high blue sky. I floated and floated, and drifted to another strange country. A gust of wind hangs me on the ground, and the pedestrians who come and go constantly step on me and step on it. "It hurts," I muttered. But who can hear my insignificant shouts! When I was fainting, a sanitation worker swept me into her car. I lay quietly, thinking that things ended like this, but...

A gust of wind blew, I gently floated up, "Help, save my life." I yelled at the sanitation workers who were still concentrating on sweeping the road, but everything was useless. I looked at the car. The more and the smaller, the familiar feeling is coming again.

After a while, I was hung up on the tree, so obviously hanging on the big tree, seeing the pedestrians coming and going, my face seems to be slowly turning red, I closed my eyes, and a little hand took me from the tree I picked it up, it was so warm, I slowly opened my eyes and was a cute little girl. I hope she will not torture me any more. Maybe she knows my heart. The warm little hand finally puts me in a wave of ripples. I sent my last destination - the trash can. So tired, I can finally close my eyes forever.

My dear humans, when can you protect the homes you depend on?

Shandong Weifang Gaomi City Yinying article middle school third day: Guo Haizhen