Planting a tree seedling in the arbor day poem,
In that beautiful scenery.
The longer, the higher, the bigger,
I hope the longer the better.
That Sunday,
Go to see the tree quickly.
Tears kept flowing,
The young tree was broken.
I'm gonna bury it,
But always so sad.
I touched it gently,
It's my friend.
I am in my heart,
I planted a dream, and I will reap success soon.
You are in your heart,
I planted hope and will soon reap happiness.
I'm in Hongqiao,
On the inclined bridge, you don't know,
Planting the same tree makes the future bright.
Plant a tree where you can see it,
Take a look first,
Sprouting in the spring breeze,
Growing up in the summer rain,
Autumn is fruitful,
Give birth to hope in the cold winter.
Chunhua Qiushi,
Tree long wheel,
People will get old.
Plant a tree by the road you must pass.
Not for others, just for yourself.
You need to breathe freely,
You need to rest and enjoy the cool,
You need a blue sky,
You need green inspiration.
I didn't ask for it,
Only in return,
This is the green spirit.
Planting life,
I can't choose whether this land is fertile or barren.
Sunshine and wind and rain have given you,
From now on, you have to endure tempering.
Struggle, you stick your roots in the crack,
I want you to point your head at the sky,
You may be thin,
You may be fat,
How hard it is to go through vicissitudes,
You are silent,
Who can understand your position over the past hundred years,
Please plant a tree today,
Just to prove that you have been to this world.
Without Cao Xueqin's talent,
Without Einstein's brain,
Without the courage of the Yellow Emperor,
Because Madame Curie was not diligent.
Ordinary you can at least plant a tree,
A hundred years later,
Still lush trees.
Arbor Day Poetry I Need Trees
I need trees, I need strength,
Let the people who breathe oxygen enter the flourishing age.
Plant a big tree, call it matter, enter the annual ring and change.
On the path, no longer afraid of the loss of species, birds plunged into the sunset.
I miss the growth of young trees.
A piece of sunshine, a layer of air, a drop of water,
Drive the green vines to shake the spring crisp and comfort the tree species.
The little girl seems to be a water duck, unable to restrain her surprise.
Deep in the forest, no one can find the original grove.
So many trees, with sunshine, hang their voices. Xiaoshu once claimed to be.
Shout out seeds and rain, shout out people's moving steps,
Close to the sky, as if it were a machine of goodwill.
Arbor Day Poetry: Where the rights of trees are cut off.
On that day, the roads continued to expand and the crowds continued to expand;
The moment the big bird came, it was the place where the big tree was cut down;
Migrant workers are clamoring for work, and the rain is growing secretly;
The sun and weeds disappeared and went to an unknown height;
The shovel bowed its head and then bowed its head. Where did the catkins fly?
Where the tree was cut down, I saw the cold moonlight;
The green of life poured into the pond with irresistible sound;
Pedestrians on the road walk into the street, and no one seems to care about death;
The traffic is endless, like a steel fence;
The person who is indifferent to the package does not know where to go;
The light rain in the village gently shed tears;
A puzzling word soars in the air.