Arbor Day Poetry 1: Do I need a tree?
I need a tree, I need strength;
Let those who breathe oxygen enter the year happily;< /p>
Plant a big tree and call it a substance, walking into the annual rings and replacement;
On the small road, no longer afraid of the loss of species, birds plunge into the setting sun;
Small I miss the trees as they grow;
A piece of sunlight, a layer of air, and a drop of water;
It drives the green rattan to shake the spring crisply, comforting the tree species and order;< /p>
The little girl seems to have turned into a water duck, unable to hold back her surprise;
Deep in the dense forest, no one can find the original small forest;
So many trees, Holding the sunshine and raising its voice, the little tree used to call itself. ;
Call out seeds and rain, and call out the steps of people moving;
Close to the sky, like a machine of kindness;
Be lifted up by the green, and dragged into the small In the shadow.
Poetry 2: Where the big tree was cut down?
The road continued to expand that day, and the crowd swelled;
The moment the big bird flew over, it was the big tree The place where it was chopped down;
The migrant workers shouted to work, and the rain secretly grew;
The sun and the weeds disappeared, heading towards unknown heights;
The head of the shovel No matter how low I go, I can't see the catkins flying;
Where the big tree was cut down, I saw the cold moonlight;
The green of life pours in with the irresistible sound Pond;
Pedestrians on the road walk into the streets and alleys, no one seems to care about death;
The traffic flow is restless, like a steel wall;
Wraps people indifferently I don’t know where to go;
The light rain in the village sheds tears gently;
An inexplicable sentence soars in the air.