A gentle wind, blowing through the woods, with the "rustle" sound, with the birds singing. A look up, blue sky and white clouds, the sky and the sea are connected. Walking in the woods on the path, from time to time, floating a few "golden butterflies". No noise, no dust, no garbage, only a very comfortable, very comfortable feeling.
"Duh--" a piercing horn sound, I from the fantasy "pull" out. On closer inspection, there were no birds in the trees, not to mention the singing of the birds and the "rustling" of the trees. There was only noise, the sound of horns. The road is full of garbage, and when the wind blows gently, a garbage bag floats in the air.
We must be friends of the earth and protect the environment. Everything around us is the environment. So we must start with small things.
Save a piece of paper, a degree of electricity, a drop of water. We can pick up the garbage in the school, may be nothing more than a stooping distance; recycling environmental protection bags, can save several plastic bags; we can tell others, do not litter.
Green, a naughty child; green, a burning fire. Especially in the summer, green, thick, as if the whole soul of the person to hold up, green trees, green grass with their heads held high, enjoy the true meaning of life. The green of the project, in every cell strung, it is not afraid of the summer rain of the rape, not afraid of the summer sun of the fiery, it has a water-like state of mind, has a mountain-like stability, with a fire-like enthusiasm. Green, in making the whole body strength to embrace life, embracing their own dreams after the rain. Green, ah, in the struggle; green, ah, is optimistic.
Green, cheerful and lively, like the birth of a new life, like a beating beat, like a newborn fire. It abandoned the dust, showing the personality, it dances easily, so that the waves of scaly stagnant water for its accompaniment, so that the colorful sunshine for it to adjust the light. Green dream, like this scene is lit, lit on the starting line. Green dream, swimming in the blue sea, is free, is also bound, bound in the storm. But the green is not afraid, it has let the storm come more fierce a little more brave and strong, it has with the sea to fight for life. Green is a dream, is awakened dream; green is a dream, is strong dream; green is a dream, is hopeful dream. The green of the leaf stretches toward the blue, and the green of the heart reaches toward the future. Green, ah, flying dream green.