Looking for a green paradise

I am a fish.

But I am not an ordinary fish, because I want to go ashore.

The reason is very simple. I just don't want to watch my companions or floating bodies on the black stinking water, or constantly dying. At the same time, I don't want to end up with the same tragic end with them.

I hope to find a place where there are flowers, trees, clean rivers and people who are kind to the environment. It will be my green paradise.
So, taking advantage of God's snoring, I quietly set off.

I am hopping forward. Surrounded by a desolate landscape, the chimneys in the distance are still smoky in the sky. I think that human beings are really ridiculous animals. They are desperately madly absorbing natural resources and ruining the environment beyond recognition. Wear a mask to prevent air pollution.

The road ahead is hard and my scales are slowly peeling off. I stepped up and just wanted to find the holy place in my heart. However, as time goes by, my hopes are also a little bit lost. Around, the desert is solitary, a bit of silence, but looking back at the road, I have no retreat, I can only cheer for myself, maybe there will be an oasis under this desert, there will be clean and uncontaminated The source of water. Maybe my wish will come true soon. However, due to dehydration, my body's vitality is being consumed a little bit by the high temperature. I feel uncomfortable and have to use my cautious breathing.

I moved hard step by step. For the paradise in my heart, the green paradise, I have not stopped.

But after all, I am still dying.

My desperate body fell slowly in the desert, and there was still an endless desert in front of me. The setting sun reflected half of the sky, like an ancient tragic mourning song.

Before dying, I made a wish. I hope that people can use my fish bones as a signpost to indicate the next fish to be found ashore. I hope that my soul can turn into a bleak cry and tell everyone to protect the environment. I hope that people can use a variety of trees, use less paper, and take more roads, so that the exhaust pipe will endlessly emit black smoke.

I hope that I will be a fish, a fish living in a green paradise.

Isn't this green paradise what everyone is looking for?