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Environmental Poetry-I think if all the people in China use a pair of disposable chopsticks. Then, how much wood will China1300 million people waste? I think if all people in China use plastic bags. So, how much white pollution is there in China with a population of1300 million? I think if everyone in China sends a card. So, how many resources will China1300 million people consume? Environmental protection poems praise the youth of elderly environmental protection volunteers to serve the country and leave their posts at sunset. What do they want? I devote myself to environmental protection every day, watering the city with sweat and blood. Everyone loves the beautiful environment and works hard to moisten and nourish Fang Fei. Green grass and red flowers make this city strong. Green willows fight poplars, and everyone loves to help beauty. Boarded Wang Gangcheng Ran Guangqing Liu Qingqing Dongshan, colorful red steel city. Pine, cypress, purple locust are lush and green leaves are blue. The former steel city was devastated, but now it is a green rainbow. The environmental protection corps is dyed with sweat. Splendid Steel Capital has a bird's eye view of the new steel capital, and fountains compete to drop flowers. The pearl is rainbow and the scenic spots are fragrant everywhere. The appearance of the factory building is changed into a new one, and the green grass is accompanied by the new factory building, and the flowers are blooming and the fragrance is overflowing. Picturesque, Ren Tao was drunk and couldn't see the past everywhere. It's good to visit steel. The environment is clear, the city is smokeless, and flowers are blooming everywhere. There are green plants everywhere, and it's really interesting to visit steel. Poems about environmental protection: The trees in the city become residents' accounts, the trees in the city are divorced from the essence of land and forest, and green is the color of decoration. At night, you draw the idea of a tree. In the distant wilderness, you experience the personality of the city. A person with full feelings is lonely. The trees in the city stand on the streets, suffering from flying dust and polluted air. The nature of trees is gradually changing, and I can't find my way home for the soul with fallen leaves. The last winter came, and the branches stretched out into the sky in an attempt to grasp the gentleness of the season. These wandering soldiers sang birdsong, calmed the Sanskrit sound of the soul, grasped the roots of life and went deep into the soil, searching hard. The traces of the forest, the trees in the city and the flags of nature gradually receded, and the birdsong cut the shadow of restless birds in the city. A beautiful arc The appearance of the city is young and mysterious, and fatigue comes from the lonely moment of the soul. I heard a bird singing in the Woods far away from the city wall. The flowing river called my soul to follow them. The birds fell into loneliness and extinction from their nests, and the black fog in the chimney rose further. The blue sky no longer shows the river of life. In winter, heavy birds are chasing the forest where they fall. These folk singers, some timeless songs, the dreamland of the city in the dark, the unremitting agitation of your soul can not be precipitated. I can't meet my regrets with beautiful thoughts. My sight is blocked by high walls, and my breath is wrapped in smoke. Running around in the crowd and traffic during the day, curled up on the sofa and lounge chair at night. God, I want to break free, to trickle, to the quiet pavilion, to compete with the mountains and to sing to the birds. I know that my body and mind can not be separated from your nourishment, and I know that my thoughts are enriched by your comfort. I know.-You gave me too much. Watching you get away from me, I never stopped asking for you. Although you didn't say it silently, your pain can't be concealed, silence. I feel sorry for you. I feel deeply guilty. It's not too late to mend, and it will eventually lead to disaster. Green mountains and green waters, fresher air, dancing flowers and trees, green grass, birds and flowers, beautiful and full of vitality, let us enjoy a colorful life. Take care of the earth where we live.