Humans, stop!

"The old vines of the vines, the bridges and the waters of the people, the ancient roads and the west winds and thin horses. The sun sets, the broken people are in the horizon." For these words of Mr. Ma Zhiyuan, humans seem to give it a new meaning.
Wisteria + old tree + faint crow = quality wood.
An old crow, unable to beat his thin wings, fell on an old tree without leaves. It was careful, but still alarmed the old tree. The old tree swayed a few times and finally quieted again. The only partner of the crow is the vine that wraps around the old tree. In the sun, the crow's dizzy old eyes are staring in the distance. It seems to remember that day, a group of people took weapons and shotguns, broke into their homes, killed their compatriots, destroyed the entire forest, they only got quality. Wood.
Small bridge + flowing water + people = human daily necessities.
Around the building, the factory is full of buildings, and there is a solitary bridge. There is water under the bridge. However, the water is black, and a fish is out of the water, looking at it all, tears sadly. The bridge also said sadly: "No one is willing to walk through me anymore." Indeed, everyone is walking around with his nose. Next to it, a large pipe is constantly draining water into the river.
Inside, the workers are doing a good job of producing the daily necessities that people need. The river water only brought people a little comfort.
Ancient road + westerly wind + skinny horse = a thin old horse on the table, walking in the desert where the grass is not born. At first, it and his companions graze leisurely on the lush grassland and drink the clear sweet spring. The sweet, happy days are gone. It lay down to rest, but after it lay down, it never got up again. In the old oasis, only the food on the table was exchanged.
People have acquired money, wealth, and a comfortable life, but the cost is the destruction of forests, the pollution of water sources, the desertification of land...
As the sun sets, an old man stands on a bare hill, greets the suffocating sand and acid rain, and shed tears of remorse...