Sunset, clusters of new leaves like pieces of crystal jade, swaying in the cool wind. A bird peeked out from its nest hole in the tree, stretching its neck and looking into the distance.
Sunset, clusters of new leaves like pieces of crystal jade, swaying in the cool wind. A bird peeked out from its nest hole in the tree, stretching its neck and looking into the distance.
Under the large tree, in front of the ward, sat an old man and a young boy.
"Tian Tian, what do you want most right now?"
"I, for one, want a small pistol to kill the disease. That way, Grandpa and I can get out of here. I can play with the children, and grandpa can go home."
"Well, a small pistol, go home ......"
The old man mumbled and read. As the years passed, the road wrinkles on the old man's face seemed deeper and denser.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Tian Tian sings to you." After saying that, they danced and danced, and their childish songs and light dance steps made the old man laugh.
The old man was laughing, but who saw the tear stains at the corner of his eyes? Who has read the bitterness in his eyes? Who has savored the loneliness of those tear drops? Looking at every day, the old man could not help but think of the time when his son was young and ****ing happy beside him. The old man could not help but remember the time when his son was a young boy beside him ******** happy.
The old man raised his head, the nest of birds still stretching their necks, not far from the air, there seems to be a vague black shadow child is chirping and flying ......
Tears, that is the old man a drop of heavy heartache tears.
"Grandpa, why are you crying? The teacher said that children love to cry because they can't get what they want. What grandpa wants, buy you every day."
The old man's heart trembled: how naive "little grandchildren" ah! The world can buy and sell all the things in the world? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The old man's mind flashed through the past like a lantern. In his memory, there is the small pistol that he personally made for his son when he was a child, and there is the forgotten and lonely figure of the small pistol when he grew up; in his memory, there is no more a sweet greeting after his son went to the city to get married ......
"Grandpa ah, as long as there is a little naughty boy like you by his side, it's enough. Grandpa is old, what more do you want?" The old man pondered for a long time, "Go, let's make little pistols to go and kill those bad things!"
The remaining sun is like blood. The evening wind has new leaves murmuring; on the trees, there are birds after the reunion squeaky chirping. The old man looked into the distance, looking forward to what?
In fact, human beings, like birds, everything in the world, in addition to the need for care, what else is needed?
2. The Call of the Spring Breeze
The call of the spring breeze calls out a harmony--
"Who would like to give a seat to this grandmother? Thanks! Is there anyone willing to ......" The attendant called repeatedly on the bus, but everyone was indifferent. One by one, they remained in their seats. After five minutes or so, a young man with a broken leg said on his crutches, "You can have my seat! You stand there and don't move, I'll help you over."
The call of the spring breeze evokes a friendship--
"Ah!" With this shout, the eyes of the students fell to the playground, the student holding his feet rolling on the ground, it turned out to be the student's foot twisted. Students flocked to the school, scrambling to help this student to the school nurse's office. The teacher stood by and laughed heartily, as if seeing the morning sunrise.
The call of the spring breeze called out a kindred spirit--
"My good granddaughter, come, eat this chicken leg." Grandpa chucked a large chicken leg into my bowl.
"Grandpa, thank you! I don't want to eat it, it's better for you." I chucked the one that was in my bowl into my grandpa's bowl again. "Good girl, if you do that again, grandpa won't like you anymore." The chicken leg went back into my bowl. "Grandpa, eat it! If you clip it into my bowl again, I won't love you anymore ......"
The call of the spring breeze evoked a sense of nostalgia-
The sky was dark and cloudy, and it was about to rain. "Where did Auntie Li Er go? Her clothes are still hanging outside!" "She went to fetch oil." The sky was dark and gloomy, and the weather was cold. Bean-dot-sized rain came down. Big Aunt Liu was seen collecting all the clothes in the rain and putting them in Aunt Li's house. Second Aunt Li came back to know about this matter, the two of them to the eyes faintly smiled. This smile was frozen in time.
The call of the spring breeze brought out all the good things in the world, and these good things were frozen in the air.
3, the call of green
Green is the color of nature, green is the color of life, and the green movement is the ecological environment care, the love of Mother Earth, such as the World Greenpeace.
The world can not do without green, because green is a symbol of life, green is the elf of all things, green is the messenger of peace, green is the witness of spring.
One year, the National Adult Higher Education Examination, the composition title is "If the world has no green", and one year's title is "Spring Wind and Jade Gate Pass", these two compositions are related to the green and ecological, which can be seen in people's desire for environmental protection, the call for green.
If the world is not green, the earth must be a hundred holes, bruises; if the world is not green, in front of the eyes will be a barren, the earth will be lifeless; if the world is not green, everywhere is barren land, jagged rocks; if the world is not green, the life will be lost, and natural disasters will come one after another.
If the world is not green, moving music will lose the main theme; if the world is not green, the wonderful nature will be a failure; if the world is not green, everything will become monotonous and boring; if the world is not green, life will become pale and meaningless.
In addition to the Green Movement and Greenpeace, there are now green channels, green food, green Olympics, green projects, green barriers, green environmental protection, green summer camps, and so on. All these are for the world to have a new green, human beings have a clean land, nature has a school of vitality, the earth has a piece of spring. All of them express people's love for green, calling for green to symbolize vitality.
The more green, the stronger the vitality; the more green, the higher the forest coverage; the more green, the better the soil and water conservation; the more green, the better the environmental protection; the more green, the fresher the air; the more green, the more sunshine is especially bright; the more green, the more life; the more green, the more abundant; the more green, the world will be full of spring.
In addition to forests and grasslands, there are also vegetation and wetlands, which is a member of the green family, and mankind has the obligation and more responsibility to protect them well.
May the earth's green more and more, more and more thick, more and more thick; let us rely on the living space more and more good, more and more beautiful, more and more new. Let the green symbol of life to embellish the world, the world; let the people grow in the embrace of green, light spring breeze, bathing in the sun. The Great Wall, inside and outside, north and south of the Yangtze River, the northern mountains, black water, the river up and down, presented in front of the eyes will be boundless new green.
We call for green, because she is a symbol of hope; we call for green, because she is the ingredients of life; we call for green, because she is the color of the earth; we call for green, because she is the spirit of nature.
4, call
Red dust rolling has passed a thousand years, the tip of the heart residual point of thought, read the poet saint long song to sigh, remembered to Li Xian floating and scattered, flipped the poem from the heart to say praise, recite the best lines of the heart is very blue, which is not dreamy, such as if forgotten that is really a sigh of relief. The millennium circulation, and now the soul of the nation in the trembling, I am also in the scruples, the road is long, the words murmured, to the poetry to say the call!
Waiting, looking forward to the return of the real culture, looking forward to the dregs of culture is no longer widespread!
A night of meditation, the next day confused, the years flow, buried in mourning, that part of history we can not forget: the tip of the pen gently rubbed over the paper, full of scripture to let it soar, swinging in Suzhou and Hangzhou, listening to poetry at midnight with the sound of the bells echoing, relegated to a faraway place, reciting poems to show that the heart is also like steel, the rise of touring the beauty of all the bag of scenic spots, the sky is at the foot of the song and sing, lying down, idle, thoughts fluttering. The rise and for, and return to the defeat, the poem long song, how fast it is!
We are now living too busy to say a call to poetry!
Confucianism, splash of ink to date, quotes, such as the Ganges River sandstone said endless:
"Sunrise river flowers red hot, spring river water green as blue." Jiangnan scenery as much as possible. Autumn depression is endless, entangled, endless feelings, in the "boundless fallen trees under the Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling." Loneliness and misery in the "wutong more and fine rain, to dusk, dripping. This time, how can I say the word "sadness"? The word "sorrow" is revealed between the lines of the poem. "All sails are not the same, and the slanting glow of the water is long." And it is also said, "In the sky, I wish to be a bird with two wings, and on earth, I wish to be a twig with two branches." The love between man and woman, lingering and chaste, is unfolding. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing!
We live too "rough", the whole day swallowed in one gulp, say a call to poetry, savor the beauty.
In fact, poetry is not far from us, we are away from it, just look back in a hurry, the years have gone, it is true, this is a thousand years ago, the prevailing culture, but this is precisely the treasure of the Chinese national culture, is that we can not forget the memories of the country can not give up the essence of the country, the soul of the country! Say a call to poetry, because we are the children of China, inherited the wisdom of our forefathers and the precious poetry they left behind.
Nowadays, the world is confused and disorganized, advocating secularism and desire, we can not stray from this place, do not want to integrate with what can be used to resist? Pick up the side of the only remaining pen ink on paper, with their own words and the sky resistance and secular resistance!
To say a call to poetry, with it to adhere to their own ideals, with it to continue the hope of the world, recite a couple of lines when you are annoyed, and when you are excited to write a poem, fast, wonderful!
Saying a call to poetry, so that the belly is no longer pale, the fog in front of the eyes suddenly scattered, inherited the wisdom of the predecessors to make their own belly with poetry from the gas!
Say a call to poetry, let us pick up the wealth of the most beautiful!
5, call
Dreams are still blossoming and falling, my garden is still the same, rippling with nightmarish tranquility. The clear green of the field may be the very thing that celebrates this silent peace, swaying gently in the wind, swaying ....... Suddenly, the flowers in the dream, thinly falling, my home, is no longer that peaceful. A group of robbers broke into the home, the cruel gunfire broke this quiet home and peaceful world. The sunshine, no longer bright as in the past, is so dark. ... On the roadside, children shaking their little hands bawling, calling for their lost mothers, or mothers sadly hissed that the deceased pro-children; the town on the bank of the river, drifting a burst of miserable whimpering, that piece of heart-breaking pain, that a tragic sob. However, the green swaying in the wind is already a burnt out candle; the lonesome peace has long been turned into miserable tears. They cried in a ruin of smoke, this cry like a sword penetrated my heart, tore my soul. Let my heart also cry at this moment. Sitting alone by the window, looking up at the starry sky, a shooting star quickly across the sky, the speed of that people can not wait to see, in the sky into a beautiful arc. I and on both hands, made a wish ------- hope that the countries of the world live in peace.
We stepped through the long history, blood stained the bodies of our ancestors, stained our hearts. "I was sitting in class when a bomb fell on our school, we couldn't run out in time, it seemed like we were waiting to die, I lost my eyes" is the painful memory of a child in Gaza.
I didn't expect anything but a peaceful and quiet life. I wanted to prove myself with strength, not smoke and shells, not crying and parting. I hate the black smoke filling the sky, hate the sad cries piercing my eardrums. Just as I still hate Japan today. Although it was a long time ago, the humiliating history that the Chinese once suffered cannot be forgotten. They used cold shells to pass through our chests, blood splashed on the Chinese land, the trauma and pain on the hearts of the Chinese people is irreparable, although that period of history is getting farther and farther away from us, but the mark left by the years is something that every Chinese person can never forget. Now, we have confirmed ourselves with strength, we are not weak, we are strong. Today life is calm and peaceful. However, other countries have been invaded: Iraq, Gaza, Hamas. While we revel in happiness, they are immersed in war. I have never experienced a war, but I know from my elders' narratives that it is a painful memory, a pain that we can never erase. Take a chili pepper and put it in your mouth, once you bite it, the spiciness extends all the way to your throat, and even though a long time has passed, the spiciness still remains in your mouth. We all deliberately avoided chili peppers because the first lesson taught us that it was hot. I could relate to the smoke and mirrors they lived with every day, and the fear of being on the edge of their seats nearly broke them.
I made a list of wars in recent years:
Korean War, Vietnam War, China's Counterattack on Vietnam, Sino-Indian War, Anglo-African Battle of the Isle of Man, Iran-Iraq War, Iraqi invasion of the Kuwaiti War, the three wars in the Middle East, Soviet invasion of the war in Afghanistan, the Kosovo War , the Gulf War, India-Pakistani War, the war in Bosnia-Herzegovina, the War on Terrorism in Afghanistan, and the U.S. invasion of Iraq. War. I believe we are not unfamiliar with these names! Yes, these are the wars that have occurred in recent years. Let's make such an assumption: a war will be how many people are hurt, 100,000, 500,000, 1 million countless, we count how many wars, how many people will be hurt, countless.
The war left us a bloody scene, left us a traumatized mind, this is the arrangement of God, or the fate of the assignment, is the world once again on us to open an unintentional joke. When we are suffering pain, it is in the sky laughing. The suffering of our wives and children, the physical scars will gradually heal, but the pain in our hearts is like words carved in stone for us to remember. Their weeping, the chaos of the country, the separation of loved ones, the painful loss of flesh and bone. Was it their fault? Why should they be made to bear this cruel punishment. The pain that war brings us is unimaginable. Yes, our country cannot be violated, but can we not negotiate peacefully and must be resolved with weapons and war? What is love in this world? Only call people to die for each other; ask where is the goodness in the world, sown everywhere; ask where is the warmth in the world, in peaceful coexistence.
Our wish is simple, just a simple two words: peace. This wish is not difficult, but when will it be realized, when we can live in peace, when we can not be afraid of life. When? When? Who can tell me when. Maybe in the near future, maybe far, far away. But we will be careful to pray and pray that it can come soon!!!!
Maybe the once green hills will be restored at this very moment?
What once was the sound of flowers and birds, perhaps it will ring out at this very second?
Let's watch for peace and call for happiness!
6. The call of love
The call of love is the air, which surrounds us! The call of love is the rain, it moisturizes us! The call of love is the sun, it warms us!
The call of love touches the heart!
A major earthquake turned a cheerful town into a dead city! Thousands of rubble existed countless lives, or souls! A soul struggling with death!
An ordinary mother and an adorable child are trapped in the rubble, where they could have been sitting comfortably by the fire, the mother looking at her beloved child, knitting a sweater for her, but the relentless disaster has hidden them deep in the rubble! The mother, weak for her hungry child, pierced her finger with a sweater needle and blood flowed out! But by the time the search party found them, the mother had passed away, and all that remained was her deep love for her child! And the cries of her child, as if to call out to her own mother and wake her up with love!
The call of love melts the snow and ice and warms the heart!
The Spring Festival of 2008 ushered in a 50-year snowstorm that sealed everything! It also cut off the way home for those who look forward to going home. The General Secretary condolences in the work of the local people, greetings stranded in the station travelers. On the highway, the militia sends clothes and food to those who are blocked on the road! Shoveling snow to clear the way for people returning home!
"Thousands of miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow", is how cold the weather, when everything is frozen, people's hearts are so hot, what makes their love fire burning, concerted efforts to fight the snowstorm! What melted the snow and ice, let the world warm up? It's love, it's people's call for love, it's their magnificent call that makes this icy world, turn into a warm earth.
The call of love spreads through the mountains and remains forever in the hearts of the people!
There is a song that says, "If everyone gives a little love, it will become a beautiful earth!"
Yes, love is an eternal theme. Just as the call of love spreads to every corner of the world.
Cong Fei, a physically disabled singer, but his love is not missing because of his physical disability. He subsidizes countless poor children to study, so that they also get the opportunity to be educated and dedicate themselves to the country in the future!
Some people say, "A good man has peace in his life!" But this saying has not been spiritually present in this kind-hearted and loving good man Cong Fei!
The hateful devil took him away! But when he was critically ill in the hospital, even if he didn't have enough money for his own medical treatment anymore, he wanted to let poor children study!
Though Cong Fei was gone! He didn't leave any grandiose words before he died!
But I heard his call, that selfless call, that warm call, in every corner of the world, in every inch of the mountains! It was so ebullient, yet so grand!
Let love be unleashed! Let the call be grand! Let warmth spill over this land!
Only the call of love can awaken the lost soul!
Only the call of love can bring about the harmonious development of society!
Only the call of love can make the world a better place!
Let's take action! Release love to the fullest! Warm you, me and him!
7, the call of love
Summer night, quiet, speechless. The weather is exceptionally hot and muggy, and the cicadas seem to have disappeared. I was still drowsy and asleep. In my dream, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and leaves were swaying faintly in the breeze, condensing into a green shadow.
Unbeknownst to me, there was already a shadow in the distance that was creeping closer to me.
"Get up!" I was awakened by my mother's urgent shout, my heart inadvertently sank, my mother's face was clearly hanging two tear tracks.
"Your grandmother is dying." Mom's voice was weak.
Walking on the road to the hospital, I couldn't feel the heat at all, my mood was overrun by anxiety. I only recite in my heart over and over again: Grandma will be fine, everything will be fine ...... First aid in the first aid, still in the first aid, all the people are waiting anxiously and uneasily, the little hope in the heart to support the fragile heart, two hours of long waiting as if across the centuries in general. The result of the consultation said that he might become a vegetable. There was nothing more that could be done, nothing more that could be done, but to hope for a miracle. Grandma is still in a coma, and all that remains is a long and endless wait.
I sat next to my grandmother and gently held her hand. My thoughts went back to the happy memories of my childhood. It is that pair of thousands of furrows, covered with spots but gentle and incomparable big hand, holding me through spring, summer, fall and winter, through joy and sorrow, it is this pair of big hands to protect my young heart. I gently stroked these hands, "Grandma, you said you would fulfill my every request, so please wake up quickly and open your eyes to see your grandchildren, okay?"
Still unconscious. In this suffocating white world, Grandma remained quietly asleep. Unconsciously, a torrential rain fell outside with a clatter, as if it was still laced with ice particles. Rain, please use your ferocity to wake up my dear grandmother?
Again, I remember the country estate. On summer nights, pitching a tent and eating fruits planted by grandma herself was indescribably sweet. I loved to watch my grandmother watering, she gently put an IV in the flowers and said to me with a happy smile, "The flowers are growing, and you're going to grow up, too." I was very young at that time, and all I could think of in my mind was to be with my grandmother forever. Perhaps I was my grandmother's flower, the flower of hope watered by blood and sweat. Without grandma's care, the beautiful garden should start to wither and become barren! But dear grandmother, you do not give up ah!
Midnight, my heart was tired and broken. I silently looked at my sleeping grandmother, my heart longed for her to wake up. "Grandma, are you tired? Wake up soon, I will go to the country estate again, play in the hundreds of flowers, and watch you raise flowers. That beautiful childhood has always been hidden in my heart, Grandma, do you know? Can you hear me?"
In just a moment, emotion crossing all boundaries, Grandma woke up! She spat out words at a beat, "What I ...... look forward to ...... is ...... that day... ..."
Grandma woke up because of the anticipation in her heart, the call of love, because of the unbreakable love for each other!
Perhaps, life was originally very fragile, because of love, we can live happily. Grandma later also affectionately told us, "I'm going to take care of you all forever!"
The summer night is still silent. But because it was filled with love, the summer was full of vigor.
8. Calling for integrity with the heart
Embracing integrity and living authentically is a life challenge.
Dust is hard to finish, we can't get out of the way; the burden is heavy, we can't bear to slow down. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, we will be mindful of a few coping mechanisms. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. Buried heart love, favoring the right and left; knitted brows smile, who are difficult to eat the true meaning of it. Integrity is so casually thrown by us, the truth is so wantonly trampled by us. The young man crossing the river in the face of danger, abandon the integrity of the behavior, precisely illustrates the devaluation of integrity in today's society.
Early in the morning, when you take a day of good mood, crowded bus, rushed to your side a few Ivar smile, in exchange for only confused and or ridicule or ironic whispers, you then sigh is the integrity of the exchange of difficult; when you and your friends sit around a group of people, free to Shu Hwai, all recounting the friendship, you suddenly found one day, next to the person you have long been regarded as a lifelong friend, but all your rumors originated in the past, and you are the only one who has been able to find the truth in the world. But you are the origin of all the rumors, you then sad is the integrity of the dilemma. In the high-rise buildings, you are often surprised at the integrity of the desolate.
However, there is often a sense of defeat that strikes people's hearts. Because we are, after all, true to reason: alone with wealth, beauty, honor and talent, life will only be like a vast sand dunes on the Gobi Beach. Only the embellishment of integrity, will inject new green for the desert, so that the desert into a vibrant green paradise.
Let us use our hearts to call for honesty, so that honesty into the morning before your window a ray of warm sunshine, so that honesty into the bird's cries in your ears singing, so that honesty into your cold around the red fire, so that honesty into the hot sun on top of your head of a shade of green.
With the heart calling for integrity, longing for Li Bai, "Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun sent my love" of the ancient chant, reverence for the great revolutionary mentor Marx and Engels simple and pure revolutionary friendship and feelings.
With the heart calling for integrity, let integrity become your life's guidelines, so that their own practice of honesty born out of the heart of the moving, so that the life of honesty and get a breath of fresh air.
Call for integrity, embrace integrity, for your personality painted a layer of bright colors! Call for integrity, embrace integrity, so that the world because of integrity and spring, colorful!
9, I long for peace
"Puff ......" with a burst of explosions, the earth was shaken across the sky, smoke and ash covered the entire sky, when everything turned to ashes, a life left the earth, people in the rain of gunfire The only thing I heard was a "poof ......"
I longed for peace, I longed for world peace.
In 1991, Iraq and Kuwait exchanged fire and Kuwait lost, sacrificing many lives. And Iraqi President Saddam took the warriors in the countryside to celebrate the boiling sand, triumphant return, but never thought, after more than ten years, Kuwait seized the Iraqi handle, to the United States to provide important information, ambitious United States, in the "9.11" event, not only did not more peacefully, but more arrogant, and directing a storm. The US has a lot of money to spend on the project," he said.
In this way, world peace has been shattered once again.
April 2004, the United States and Iraq went to war, a bomb destroyed a block of houses, destroyed a life, do not you really think about the people? What do they really desire. Now, as soon as you turn on the TV, what comes into your eyes is a scene of people dying horribly, they are always ready to "fire", while those innocent people look at the death of the God. A war is a war of attrition, and in the end, only two people lose. Saddam slept with a designer bedspread from a London supermarket, but now that he has lost the war, he has no bedspread at all. What is this, this is what happens when you have a taste for war.
In the last month, I turned on the TV and what caught my eye was a car accident in Israel where terrorists attacked. One woman was saved, but due to nervousness, due to shock, she was in an ambulance bed, clutching her head and crying sadly. This woman is but just want to go shopping on the street, but did not expect ...... visible, this society is no longer safe, I looked at the woman's look, the scene, my heart can not be calm for a long time, I seem to hear the deepest call of her soul.
In the newspaper, another news recorded: a 5-year-old boy in a terrorist-organized bombing unfortunately died, the boy's grandfather watched the boy, for a long time, for a long time ......
Nowadays, how many lives have died in the war, their blood enough to stain the dry earth.
A dove, symbolizing peace, a dove of peace, made too many contributions, even animals think of peace, why don't we want to. Can we really not have peace? Can't we really catch peace?
10, the call of life
There is an old maple tree in front of the park, but this summer it has lost its leaves ......
One day, a little boy took a fairy tale to the park, perhaps to feel the frog prince's strange experience in the park's lawn. Just as he was entering the park, a maple leaf fluttered down and happened to fall into the little boy's hand, the little boy picked it up and read it, it had a few words written on it "Save me!" The little boy thought it was strange, he thought it might be a signal of help from the Frog Prince, he threw away the leaf in his hand, jumped forward and ran, shouting, "Frog Prince, I'm coming!" And that falling leaf was forgotten ......
One day, a young man holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand, was walking towards the park, perhaps about to go and enjoy that sweetness and romance with his girlfriend. At this time, a maple leaf floated down again, just happened to fall on the bunch of roses, the young man took a look, it was written with the same words "Save me!" He immediately crushed the leaf in his hand and said fiercely, "What the hell? What a bummer!" And that leaf has died ......
Another day, an old man on crutches, hobbling toward the park. At this time, a maple leaf floated down on the old man's shoulder as usual, the old man with that trembling hand took down the fallen leaf, he held the leaf, squinted and gazed at it, on which was written the same words "Save me!" . The old man was stunned, threw away the leaf, his mouth muttered: "Nowadays, young people, what is not good, just know to play pranks. Hey ......" The fallen leaf drifted further and further into the uninhabited world ......
The leaf still drifted down ......It was always unnoticed by people ......
The annual Mardi Gras is here again, and the park is alive with lights and colors! The maple tree was hung with a banner saying "Happiness", and colorful balloons were the most beautiful decoration. Everyone's face is full of smiles, power dance team in the music accompaniment, jumped up the HIGH dance, the field from time to time a burst of screams and applause ...... children with freshly picked flowers in front of the adults sang the "Little Swallow" ...... everyone forgets the tiredness and worries, enjoy the Everyone forgot their fatigue and worries and enjoyed the "carnival"......
At this time, there was a sudden gust of wind, which no one could have predicted. Smoke and dust in the air, who can not see anyone's face, the field of confusion, and more a burst of screaming, then a loud noise covered the presence of all the voices, the whole field was stunned. A moment later, the wind miraculously stopped.
After the wind had passed, the sight of the mess was shocking. The maple tree had collapsed, and so had Happily Ever After. The trunk of the tree had no sap in it, and it was black as hell. The roots of the tree were wrapped around many hard-to-rot plastic bags, which stood out from the rest of the scene. Upon closer inspection, under the roots of the tree was a large pit. Just when people were puzzled by this, the rumbling sound of a coal digger came from the ground. "Look, how come there's a crack in the ground?" This shout attracted people's attention, and people lowered their heads to look, "There's one here," "There's also one here." At this time, people were horrified to find that their self-proclaimed solid and incomparable land was now full of crisis. The title of "big resource province", which once made them proud, has now become a sharp blade piercing their hearts. This wolf stained pits, the land has been dug out, is not precisely their own stubborn grave? Once saw the falling leaves of the people at this time are whispering, guilty not dare to look up ...... At this time, the sky seems more gray, every tree in the park every flower is trembling - is begging for help not only a big tree!
At this point the people seemed to understand what was going on and began their rescue campaign. It was June 5 - World Environment Day.