Appreciation of Zhanjiang Green Hometown Poetry

The first picture book gently opens the green future earth, and all the mountains and rivers will ask me: children, cross-century children, what do you want to leave for the future earth? Shall we leave a tree or a flower? Is it the spring that leaves life or the eternal green ditch? Ah, you said, I said, he said: leave a better earth for the future, a green song of peace! Waving colored brushes affectionately, the blue sky and the sea will welcome me; Angel, angel of nature, what do you want to draw for the future world? Do you want to draw evergreen trees in green hills or green trees all over the desert? Draw an unbeaten flower season, or draw a spring scenery that will never disappear? Ah, with you, with him, with me, draw a better future for the world, a song that cares for the earth! The second environmental protection poem-I think if all the people in China use a pair of disposable chopsticks. So, 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. Then, with a population of China1.300 million, how many resources will be spent on environmental protection poems? What do elderly environmental volunteers want when they leave their jobs at sunset? 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, green is the color of decoration, and the yearning for trees is drawn at night. In the distant wilderness, you experience the personality of the city, and a person full of feelings is lonely. Trees in the city, standing in the street, endure flying dust and dirty air, attacking lonely people, and the nature of trees is gradually changed. Fallen leaves, those free souls, can't find their way home. The last winter came, and the branches stretching into the sky were rugged, trying to grasp the gentleness of the season. These wandering soldiers and birds are singing, and the Sanskrit that soothes the soul is storming all night. They clung to the roots of life, went deep into the soil and tried to find traces of the forest. The trees in the city, a natural flag gradually receded, and a bird song cut through the shadow of restless birds in the city, a beautiful arc. The face of the city is young and mysterious, and fatigue comes from the lonely moment of the soul. I heard a bird singing through the Woods far away from the city wall. The flowing river called my soul, followed them and fell from the nest through the heavy earthly birds in loneliness and extinction. The black fog in the chimney rises in Ran Ran, and 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 dream of the city in the night, your restless soul can't 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.