Is the dead vine still the home of crows?
Withered vines, branches of Wolong, vines are old and withered. The old tree has been "born" and the branches and leaves on the vine have also gone to the "wandering world". The old tree has lost its leaves that can give people shade, and the sparse dead branches are swaying between the heavens and the earth at dusk to bid farewell to people. An old crow circled back and forth in the old tree, making a miserable cry. It's getting late, and it seems to be looking for something eagerly. Maybe, it is looking for the original green, maybe it is looking for a partner, maybe it is looking for it. ...
Green is the costume of Earth Festival!
Changes of small rivers
A small bridge spans a narrow river. The river is like ink, just like the inkstone pool written by Wang Xizhi, and it also emits a pungent and unpleasant smell. People near the bridge have long been scared away by the "charming black charm" of the river. There are no naughty fish and shrimp chasing and playing in the river, and they have already "sacrificed heroically". There are no children fighting for water in the river; People will cover their noses when they walk to the river. But the river is still crashing, as if crying! It seems to be telling!
The environment is crying-I can't stand it anymore! It's poisoning me!
The path, the horses and the wind are blowing.
On the desolate ancient road, a thin horse is moving forward. Now the ancient road is barren, and the beauty of "seeing cattle and sheep at the wind and grass" no longer exists. At the beginning of the wind, the dust is boundless, and the yellow sand hits the horse's back and the horse's head. I dare not open my eyes for fear that the yellow sand will hurt my eyes. The horse struggled with its head down in the yellow sand. Does the horse hurt? What are you still upset about It lacks old tree-lined roads!
The environment is crying-my base is scarred! Bleeding too much!
Nowadays, floods have flooded our homes, and sandstorms have caused us to leave our homes and the places where our ancestors lived. "Heartbroken people are at the end of the world," he sighed. "Where is my home! Where is it! Where is it! ? I want to go home! I want to go home! I want to go home! "
The environment is crying-help me! Give me back the green mountains and green waters, and you can return to your beautiful home and find a happy life! ! Since then, I have never been reduced to the end of the world.