Self-report of a tree

I am a small tree living in the forest. Like other trees, when the first rays of the sky appear, enjoy the warmth of the sun, inhale carbon dioxide, and spit out fresh oxygen. Smell the flowers and listen to the birds, and cute little animals play and play at my feet. This is my lovely home.

In this happy home garden, there are thousands of my compatriots, as well as animal friends who live with us day and night. The Lark's sister sang a beautiful song in her warm little nest; the squirrel's brother jumped between the branches to pick up the winter food; several naughty little white rabbits played hide and seek in the bushes... everything is so harmonious. But who would have thought that the disaster is about to approach step by step?

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" There was a loud deafening shot in the forest. Several young boys took shotguns and fired at the birds in the sky, and then shot the animals on the ground. The birds that stopped at the treetops were stunned, and the animals in the jungle fled around, and the forest was in chaos and panic. The hunt is still going on. Fortunately, this is still a young man who is not stinky. The shooting method is not very precise. He shot a few shots. After they left, the animals gathered back one after another. But in the next few days, people will come to hunt. Since then, our quiet life has been broken by this burst of gunfire. The animals in the forest reluctantly bid farewell to us, and slowly there is no previous excitement in the forest, and it becomes a deadly silence. Only a few birds fly over the forest.

When all of us gradually became accustomed to such a life, human beings became Bengal, and they waved us with a terrible chainsaw. With the sound of "哧啦--哧啦--", we fell down...

If humans continue to treat us like this, they will be punished by nature.

Fifth grade: Bao Wei