Lyric prose is written on the topic of green, and friends help.

Embrace green

Li, Class 3, Grade 6, Donghui School, Huadu District, Guangzhou City, Guangdong Province

Red, yellow, blue, green, green, white and purple are really colorful in the world, but I prefer green, because green is a quiet color, a symbol of prosperity, a support of life, a guarantee of health and a symbol of hope and vitality.

The earth is a beautiful and rich planet, with green mountains overlapping, like a rolling sea, a magnificent, green and transparent lake, like a pair of emotional eyes, flashing subtle and far-reaching light waves. However, due to the development of science and technology, especially the quick success of human beings, great changes have taken place in our earth, such as deforestation, less and less forests, small animals losing their homes, and floods and droughts taking the opportunity to dominate; Discharging sewage and dirt at will makes the source of life no longer pure, the leakage of freon tears the coat of the earth, the sky is no longer blue, birds are no longer singing, fish have no home, and green is getting farther and farther away from human beings. As children of the earth, how can we not worry about it?

When you walk into the forest path or flowers, you can hear birds singing, butterflies playing in the flowers, and the breeze brings flowers. Suddenly, you are relaxed and happy, clean and clear, and you can leave it to future generations. As the saying goes, "predecessors planted trees, and later generations enjoyed the cool." In order to make Mother Earth more beautiful, I want to appeal to the society. Let's establish environmental awareness, starting from me, starting from now, starting from the little things around us. Let's put down the axe, pick up the hoe and plant a green seed on Arbor Day for the benefit of future generations!

Yes, green has given me so much; Yes, green is beautiful; Green symbolizes peace; Man, a symbol of civilization and hope! Have you thought about it? What would we be like without green? Green has given us survival and growth. Why hesitate? Go and embrace green!

Instructor: Yuan

Comments: The author's love and concern for green makes us feel the feeling of living in green. Let green bring us many benefits. May green last forever.

Once heard a story, the old man unfortunately got stomach cancer, and the old lady was very sad. In order not to make her sad, the old man smiles every day. In the morning, his wife always helps him take a walk by the lake. One spring morning, two old people were still sitting on a stone bench by the lake, enjoying the charming scenery. At this time, the old man is a little abnormal. His eyes did not stare at the rising sun in Ran Ran on the horizon, nor at the waterfowl fluttering on the surface of the lake, but at the green grass. The old lady deliberately changed the subject and said, "Look, how red the sun is!" The old man didn't respond and still stared at the grass. After a while, the old man suddenly said to the old lady, "The grass is really green! I wonder if I can see it again next year. Life is short! "

This is a real thing, and the feelings of the old people who are about to come to the end of their lives can not but cause us to think about life and question the value of life. Everyone will probably miss green when they reach the end of their journey. Because green symbolizes life, green gives people a vision and touches people's attachment to life.

Life is full of vitality, youth breeds vitality, and green always inspires people to cherish life and youth. Everyone who has life has the right to have the green of life, no matter young or old. The green of this life is discovered by everyone who owns it for himself. As long as there are beautiful ideals, persistent pursuit and lofty morality, there will be a green life. This kind of green makes people cherish life, examine life, position life on a meaningful coordinate, let people master the steering wheel of life and sail to the other side of success.

Life is limited, and there are many years. Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad. Young and ignorant, time is white; Youth is confused and time flies; Middle-aged labor, years pay for water; How much is left when you wake up when you are old? Life in 60 or 70 years passes quickly, and life is too short to tell. "Confucius said in Sichuan: the deceased is like a husband", "You didn't see the lovely lock in the bright mirror on the high building. Although it was black in the morning, it turned into snow at night" ... All the sages of life lamented the hasty passing of the green of life.

To accumulate the green of life is to pay for life. Life is like a candle, and time is the exchange of light and matter. Some candles will turn into light, and some will turn into crystal tears, quietly flowing through our eyes, but that will always be our growth footprint. You just walk with your head down and have no time to pay attention to the scenery on the roadside. You may be lonely and miserable, but your scenery is ahead.

Green gives us fresh and holy pleasure, but it also gives us more life enlightenment. Human life is like a tree, which needs nourishment and water. The beauty of life lies in every process, not the result of life. Every process is beautiful, so what is left is beautiful memories.

Let's cherish life, prolong the life of the elderly, and let green stay in the world forever and grow into a towering tree. Green, in the eyes of many people, represents a kind of vitality and vigorous vitality. With green, everything is thriving and full of vitality. However, the green in my heart is unique. In the face of green, I often feel a special taste in my heart.

Green always haunts me like a ghost, even in my dreams. She often touches my heartstrings inadvertently, and young thoughts can't remember how many times they floated in the infinite world outside the window with melodious melodies.

The sky in the north is vast and deep. Under the sky, there is a student from Shantou, a beautiful coastal city in the south. Standing on the land of Qilu and looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, he often feels incredible. Sometimes he can't even believe that he has left home for thousands of miles at this moment. Every time, he jumped on the train, then thought nothing, and finally arrived at this place. Only sometimes, when an inexplicable melancholy comes to mind, when his whole body and mind are surrounded by a deep homesickness, does he get to his present position. When calculating, he always shakes a piece of green in front of him, which carries the homesickness of distant wanderers, and then sails to the warm harbor on the missing sail.

Still green.

"How magnificent Mount Tai is! In my concept, there is not much difference between green and green, which does not mean that I have a problem in distinguishing colors and am color blind. On the contrary, green and green have become indelible colors in my heart, and have become clear springs in my heart, trickling down forever. I have been to Mount Tai for three times, each time I took a different road and came down from the same road, and each time I felt different, but I still felt the same in the face of the rolling static green. Standing on the top of the mountain 1000 meters high, surrounded by green hills, swallowed me up and felt like I was in a fairyland. I can't even bear to part with this fairyland, which is not available in the south. Eyes are always unwilling to look at the prosperity in front of them, for fear that she will run away. However, even in such an intoxicated moment, I still thought of the place where I was born and raised through the green in front of me; Through the still green in front of me, my thoughts flew to the place where I played since I was a child. There, I recorded too many joys and sorrows, witnessed too many rises and sorrows, and maintained too many feelings and feelings. This may be what people often say, the leaves fall on the roots, but the roots are still green.

Is homesickness a beauty? Is it the sad beauty accompanied by cold nights, tears, constant cutting and chaos? Xi Murong once wrote a beautiful poem: "Homesickness is a tree without rings." Trees are green, so are homesickness.

My alma mater is located at the foot of Mount Tai at an altitude of 1545 meters, so that when I walk in every corner of the campus, there is always a rolling static green floating in front of me. This kind of floating, this quiet green, can still be clearly seen even when standing in the dormitory. The days pass by in a dull way, but my heart is getting sad day by day, and my homesickness is increasing day by day. Fragile feelings are always eager to find a sustenance. Finally, I am used to feeling dejected when facing the green in front of me. The ancient Mount Tai always stands in front of me with a strong face, which seems to be in sharp contrast with my fragility. However, who called Mount Tai so tall and majestic? This height made me get into the habit of standing by the window, and then through the green, I imagined whether the dreamy harbor at the other end of the mountain was calm and whether the two "suns" at home were healthy.

Flowing green

"The spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?" A semester is almost over. At this time, the impulse to go home while rushing to the exam is more obvious. Relive the scene when I left home that day, and a warm feeling ripples in my heart. I can't forget the moment when I left home before the start of school this year. My mother took me downstairs and waited with me for the No.8 bus to the railway station. I just planted a row of trees downstairs, green and long. Before the bus came, my mother kept saying something, which made me unwilling to look at the green trees next to me. After a while, the bus came. I pretended to pack my luggage smartly, jumped on the bus, and then smiled and said to my mother, "Mom, go home. I'll call you when I get to Shandong. " At the moment, my mother still remembers thousands of instructions, as if I were a person with a poor memory. Finally, the bus left. At this time, I thought of leaving this lovely place for about half a year, and my heart began to be sour. It feels like something with a PH less than 7 is flowing in my heart. The green trees on the roadside passed by me one by one. I looked back at my mother who was still standing on the roadside and suddenly longed to hear her nagging. Helpless, the acceleration of the green trees passing by me is getting bigger and bigger, and my mother's figure is becoming more and more blurred. At that moment, who knows that my heart secretly prayed for the flowing green: please, please, slow down, slow down again, let me take a look at my mother. In the end, Green didn't listen to my orders and ran around me without scruple. Nevertheless, I am still obsessed with the flowing green, which represents a feeling that wanderers don't want to go home before traveling. The homesickness complex has also been fully reflected and interpreted in the moment of qingliu.

Forever green

"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." Everything is green, which is given by the sun in my heart. My heart knows that I can't repay your great kindness for a lifetime, but my heart won't forget green and the sun, so where green appears is where gratitude appears and where I miss the sun. Green is endless, and I miss it all my life until the grass melts into the soil.

"There is no need to bury bones, and there is no green hill in life." A good man cares about the world, and a good man is at home everywhere. Even if he was buried in the green hills of his hometown, he had no regrets. Because my hero won't forget this strangeness about green hills in different places, it comes from green, and green is always in his heart. For the sake of green, he can give up everything, even the life that comes from green and belongs to green.

Green is the affection of yearning, homesickness, gratitude, parents, green leaves for roots and grass for the sun. Green, contains a feeling in my heart, a feeling, with my growth, my wandering, sprinkled on every inch of the motherland, rippling in every moonless night.