However, our mother is getting old. The forest area in the world is only 3.64 billion hectares, and the forest coverage rate is only 27%. At present, the area of desertification land in the world has reached 36 million square kilometers, and the cultivated land with decreased soil fertility and nutrient deficiency due to soil erosion has reached 29. 900 million hectares. The original moist soil has turned into hard yellow sand, and the green is fading from the earth, replaced by high-rise buildings and villas. Selfish people cut down trees and seize cultivated land for their own interests and money. The earth has changed from a beautiful woman to an old woman.
Not long ago, I saw a news that a rich man bought a hill to build a villa, cut down many trees on the hill and built a luxurious house. In fact, there are countless such examples. People are constantly grabbing cultivated land and building houses indiscriminately, which leads to a smaller and smaller cultivated land area in China.
On the other hand, due to deforestation, soil erosion is serious, and ecological imbalance makes our mother river-the upper reaches of the Yellow River dry up; The river downstream rises. Every July and August, floods occur from time to time, which leads to cross-flow of floods all over the country and the scene is tragic.
The earth, once full of trees, flowers and birds, is now scarred and unrecognizable, and she is crying.
History cannot be rewritten, but we can create the future. From now on, we will refuse to use plastic bags, disposable fast food boxes and chopsticks. At the same time, I also hope that people all over the world will mobilize to stop deforestation, protect cultivated land, maintain ecological balance and give Mother Earth a bright future.
The earth is crying, and I believe we can still succeed. In the evening, I had a dream that Mother Earth returned to her original beautiful appearance, with a long-lost smile on her face, and her mother stopped crying.
I am a farmer's son, God gave me the mission of farming, my ancestors gave me the obligation to farm, and I have the right to harvest myself. I also love this land where I was born and raised. The pink peach blossom in March, the snow-white pear blossom in May, the wheat harvest in May, the river in front of my house in June, the watermelon in July, the apple in August, and my father's mountain-like backbone all clearly filled the cradle of my memory. Now, I happily shoulder this pair of happy shoulder poles, rooted in this barren soil, and look forward to harvesting my own achievements like my ancestors.
In spring, I lift the clear river and water the ideal wheat field. A trickle of singing moistens those green lives, just like a string of beautiful wind chimes flowing into my heart, endless rape blossoms reflect every inch of my skin, pink swaying in the breeze is injected into my blood, sincere colors and warm spring breeze are flowing, combing my black hair and moistening things silently.
In the days of building the Yellow River, I waved a sharp sickle and harvested the poet's wheat. Sort out the shining stars all over the tree, splashing the sweat of killing insects and disease. Fill the sweet life with round watermelons. Sow a lot of corn in autumn.
The Mid-Autumn Festival with a full moon is the harvest season. Pears, red apples, snow-like cotton and abundant millet sorghum in Huang Chengcheng, I replaced all the achievements with spiritual food, built a bridge of life wisdom and decorated the monument of life.
I love this barren land and don't envy the fertility of other people's land. I waved my slender arms and clung to the rusty iron plow. The famous words of the little white rabbit encouraged me. ? Only by growing your own food can you have endless food? I will learn from other people's advanced technology, grow my own crops and create unprecedented miracles.
With the rising cost of means of production, many villagers have given up this paradise where they can't afford to support their families. They all went to the bustling city to find their own ideals. I see helplessness and sadness in their eyes, but I know better that they will come back sooner or later, because they also love this magical land deeply.
And comrades who destroy cultivated land. They erected sinful chimneys on their souls, cast the land into their graves, and their ancestors had spirits. Sooner or later, they will get what they deserve.
I guard them day and night, just like my own life, and nurture them, just like my own life. I will never put down my clumsy hoe and rusty iron plow for a moment, looking forward to a bumper harvest and a happy life. Even if I meet my grandparents one day, I will have a clear conscience!
I love this land deeply.
There is a rumor that people are made of loess, which is full of people's feelings for the land. Yes, this land has supported generations of people. Grandpa's generation lived on the land, and Dad's generation sprinkled their childhood in the fields. When I went out on the cement road, it was difficult to plant some flowers and plants.
Land, you are the ancestor of life; Land, you are the home of the soul; Land, you are the composition of the universe!
Land, we praise you together.
Land is a treasure in people's hearts.
There are constant wars in ancient and modern times, the three countries strive for hegemony, and the Palestinian-Israeli war is inevitable in every corner of the world. The weapon used shines on you more than blue. From everyone holding a sword to being caught off guard by invisible things, rays and stealth planes. It may be more profitable in the future.
The land cried: I don't want to be your focus. If you want to increase your territory, you should take care of yourself. When the weapon falls, I will be more injured.
Of course, not all countries only kill and don't kill, only kill and don't kill or just fight for territory, and expand their territory like Japan's Jingwei. But some people don't understand: only a small country would do such a thing. I can only use one word to describe that person's point of view: vulgarity.
However, countries fight for the land, but we, as human beings, wantonly destroy the land: turn the forest into a field, raise the riverbed, and lose the interests of fire and earth. What kind of behavior is this?
I'm thinking, maybe people can stand on their own feet in the future: we don't want land, we can live on our own at sea; We don't want land, we can live on our own at sea; We don't want land. We could grow our own food, but we forgot.
Land, I praise you; Land, in that world, everyone who wakes up is praising your mother!
In the dark night, I stared at the sky quietly, thinking about something. Suddenly, the stars flashed in front of me, and the golden stars smiled and winked at me, suddenly arranged neatly? Kyushu? Two words, as if with a mysterious attraction, suddenly brought me into a magical perspective.
I saw it! I saw the snowy Mount Everest, just like a silver dragon, quietly waiting for the border area. I saw the surging Yellow River, like a golden dragon, bravely defending this paradise. I saw the blue Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, just like a blue holy dragon, silently dedicated to this land.
Oh, I love this land so much, not only because the Chinese nation is a descendant of the dragon, but also because it is a strange country! This is not a desirable story, but a real pure land.
I saw it! Those children before dawn, those ordinary women who rush about for a living, those soldiers and heroes who wear military uniforms and carry guns, those heads who work all night for state affairs, and all China people with yellow skin and black hair are quietly paying and proud of living in such a country! They may all be ordinary, just a drop in the ocean, but they are all simple and practical, which is why the China family is closely linked.
Oh, I love this land, not only because I was born here, not only because it has unparalleled cohesion, but also because it has rich cultural heritage, which makes people addicted to it.
I saw it! I saw Li Bai's unrestrained drinking posture. I saw Wang Xizhi's shock to the world, and I saw Liu Yuxi's elegant leisure in the humble room! Their? Beautiful? Make the world pale, theirs? Hong? Let the world freeze!
There is a dragon, breathing the universe, breathing all the oceans, and its shape is magnificent. There is a civilization that will not decay after five thousand years of wind and rain. Don't let it rot. There is a country that has been sleeping for a hundred years, suddenly woke up, stood on the turbulent historical wave, and rose step by step. Oh, how can I not love this land?
? I love this land, I love this land that embodies the hard work of Chinese children! ?
I couldn't help shouting. Hey? The starlight in the sky pulled me back from my memory, and suddenly I thought of something I had never thought of. The original love for this land has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, so it was aroused in memories.
I remembered Ai Qing's words again.
? I love this land deeply. ?
There used to be such a pure land that I was nostalgic, fascinated and intoxicated. There are green grass and flowers everywhere. The faint fragrance slowly drifted away, attracting countless bees to dance around butterflies, singing birds and flowers, and even attracting my thoughts.
What a beautiful fairyland! The fish in the clear water pool shuttles freely among the white clouds, and the eagle flies freely in the clear water under the blue sky. The warm sunshine shone with bronze, and through the dense leaves, it fell to the ground and broke the ground into golden yellow. Look, naughty children are playing happily in the wind. The swaying shadows of the trees rippled among the green blades of grass, which made her feel embarrassed.
That is, this only pure land has not been defiled by filth. Under the temptation of desire, some poor people know nothing about the beautiful and quiet paradise, where their conscience is destroyed. The green fields disappeared and were replaced by tall buildings. Fragrant flowers have become vulgar bonsai, without the colorful and elegant before, leaving only flattery and depravity. The rich fragrance has become a passer-by in people's memory, leaving only the pungent stench to bind people.
The sky is no longer blue, the water is no longer clear and the soul is no longer pure. Sad people live in endless moans of machines every day. The beautiful scenery of the stars and the moon gradually disappeared under the driving of the city lights. The poor live in the city that never sleeps all day.
However, fortunately, there is such a pure land. The breeze and drizzle fall in the deepest part of the soul, and the dry heart is full of vitality. The microwave ripples, and the polluted lake water once again glows with infinite vitality, once again pure and lively.
This is the pure land of the soul. A pure soul can't tolerate a trace of dirt, a little flashy and noisy occupation, and the destruction and destruction of any force.
Only here can life be sublimated, potential can be stimulated, emotions can be truly expressed-and only here can beauty and elegance be vividly interpreted.
Friend, cherish this unique pure land! Never let endless darkness destroy it! Because she has the power to purify her soul, she can liberate her soul and open her mind.
Don't hesitate, don't hesitate for a moment. Let's join hands to protect this beautiful pure land! This is the home of the soul.