I know how to do it.

In the autumn of that year, I went to Hu Yanglin with my parents. Near the Erdaoqiao, due to the rise of the natural ecological protection zone, the golden Populus euphratica forest.

Strolling along the Erdaoqiao, watching the golden leaves in the fence, the enchanting Populus trees are so beautiful, how can the love of the heart not be exposed! In a hurry, we found an empty space from the railing and wanted to enter this beautiful paradise quickly!

what! Hu Yanglin, you are so beautiful! Looking at it, only the golden piece of Populus euphratica, which is fascinating, is playful, intoxicated, and swaying at the light and fresh pace on the fresh grass under the canopy, collecting a few pieces of Populus euphratica leaves from time to time to commemorate . Smell the leaves fresh, look at the golden color of Populus, suddenly a trace of miscellaneous thoughts fell into my heart

The faint smell has already poured into my nose, and the words that are banned from the words "Hu Yanglin Natural Ecological Protection Area" on the stone monument that caught my eye should have attracted my attention. I turned around and looked at the crowd behind me, and the anxiety in my heart was immediately exhausted.

Time flies away cheerfully, and suddenly the whistle rang in this Populus euphratica forest. My parents and I quickly hid behind a big tree, and everyone else walked out with regret, only we didn't. Time is like flowing water, and people are not consciously. They appreciate Populus euphratica and admire Populus euphratica. I am no exception. The whistle was noisy and noisy. I just wanted to go out with the crowd but I was stopped by my mother. After people left, they started playing again. My heart began to smash, and time was like falling into the frozen water, dragging the steps forward. Should I do this? People are happy to come in, but my heart is still so successful. A trace of wind and grass is so sensitive to me. The solemn whistle is telling again, hehe! I know how to do it. I took my parents to the crowd and, while walking, sprinkled the leaves from the bag back to the ground.

The leaves fell into the sea, and I won't pick it up again. Looking back, if people did not leave, I did not leave, is the current Populus euphratica still there?

Fifth grade: Liu Weiliu