Ma Liang's problem

The light and innocent snow fluttered in a row, as if a pure elf was flying in the air. There is peace in the forest, and the animals are hibernating, giving off sweet and tiny breathing. Suddenly, the sound of "笃笃笃" broke the silence in the forest, but the animals slept too much and didn't notice it at all. In this way, day after day, every day has such a harsh voice, no one noticed.

The ice and snow melt, wash the stones, moisten all things, and make a sound of flowing water. The grass explored its head, and the greenness passed; the flower exudes its long-lost fragrance; the snake and the frog are drilled out of the hole; the insects crawl out of the leaves. They screamed in unison. It turned out that there was a large piece of land with only one stake in the forest, leaving only a few small trees. The annual rings on the stump are crying, and the leaves of the small trees are in pain in the "shasha".

The king of the forest - the lion looked very sad and led all the forest residents to hold a solemn meeting. "Do you have any good suggestions for changing the status quo?" The lion said seriously.

"Go somewhere else!"

"No matter what he is!"... The animals talked openly.

"We can plant trees!" The naughty bag monkey grabbed the microphone and said.

"This suggestion is good, everyone can adopt it! If you can, start tomorrow!" "Of course!" The audience echoed the expectations and preparations of the residents for planting trees.

On the second day, everyone was active in 12 points and started work with great enthusiasm. In the evening, a short tree was planted. However, one morning, the tree did not have a large piece. The lion opened another conference and discussed the issue of vegetation.

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Dozens of ideas have been vetoed one by one. Suddenly, the usual obscure deer stood up and said with shame: "I can... please... please Ma Liang to help us 'paint' the tree!"

"That's right, this is a good way!"

"Ma Liang is so kind, will definitely help!"

At the end of the meeting, I decided to let the hummingbirds go to the town to ask Ma Liang. After a period of waiting, Ma Liang finally came. He pulled out the magic pen and brushed it in the air for a few times, and he drew a tall and beautiful tree. I have been busy for a day, I have spent a lot of trees, but I have lost all of them.

The next day, the lion who was the king of a forest saw it, regardless of his face. He kneel down and ask Ma Liang: "Ma Liang, please, save us!" Ma Liang replied: "I paint faster, too. No one class cuts fast!"

"Hey, Ma Liang, you try to draw a few pens together!" "Yes!"

After doing the work, Ma Liang swiped a few strokes, drew 100 pens and gave it to everyone, and also painted a long charged forest net.

Since then, no more trees have disappeared.

Sixth grade: Xiang Juan