Bird's tears

Since I became sensible, I have lived in the dense woods, where the trees are tall, tall, leafy and lush. The river is crystal clear, colorful flowers, quietly open in the grass. There is often a faint floral fragrance floating in the air. Every day, my friends and I sing and play here.

I don't know how many years have passed. There are many big trucks in the woods. When they come, the trucks are empty. When they come out, the cars are full of wood. Oh, they turned out to be logging. No, the trees on the mountain are constantly decreasing, and the bare land is expanding...

One day, my mother and I came back to eat and found our home, a dense big poplar tree, disappeared, leaving only bare stumps. My mother and I are very sad. No way, we can only find a new home. However, we searched the entire hill and did not find a suitable home. My mother and I stood on the stump and looked at the bare hills and the rubbish left by the lumberjacks. We cried and lost. Where did the beautiful homes go? Where is our home?

Third grade: Incarnation of the sea