The warm sunshine shines on the earth, and the humid east wind brings the news of spring. A little swallow is singing happily while looking for his good friend, the big tree. But the swallow wants to know if she has come to the wrong place. Her eyes were bleak and bleak. There are no trees, no birds and flowers, only a few dead trees stand on the cracked land.
Cough, cough, cough several deep coughs came from a distance. It's a dead tree, hunched over, and all the leaves have fallen off. What's the matter with you? Are you sick? Asked the swallow. Cough cough. Do you still remember me Friend! The dead tree said in a hoarse voice. The swallow stared at the tree for a long time, stared at it in surprise, and said strangely, it's you, my best friend Dashu, why did you become like this? Well, it's a long story. The dead tree sighed heavily and fell into deep memories.
In the past, every spring, I grew lush and leafy. You like to stand on my branch and sing. When the old man is tired, he rests on me. Young people will have a picnic and chat in my shade. Children will play games and fly kites around me. There was laughter everywhere. At that time, I was so energetic and carefree.
However, shortly after you left, a group of loggers came. They cut off my relatives and companions and left me here alone because I was not strong enough. Just when I thought I had a lucky escape, several more students came. They often hang schoolbags on my branches, and I am bent down by the heavy schoolbags. They also broke my twigs, kicked me and carved words on me with a meat cleaver. I feel a sharp pain. Then there was dry weather, and the earth was baked like a big steamer by the scorching sun. The grass and flowers dried up, and the river dried up. I am breathless by the sun, and I am hot and thirsty every day. The water in the soil is getting less and less, my body is gradually drying up, the leaves begin to turn yellow and fall off, and finally it becomes a dry and ugly dead tree.
The swallow said with tears in her eyes, friend, it is really heartbreaking that you have experienced such a terrible thing. These humans are so ignorant, don't they know that you make oxygen every day to make them live, and you suck harmful gas carbon dioxide to bring them fresh air, how can they bite the hand that feeds them! The dead tree just silently shed tears.
what can I do for you? Friend! The swallow decided to help the poor dead tree.
I'm worried that human deforestation will cause the deterioration of the ecological environment, frequent natural disasters and the decline of air quality. I hope they can offer more love, care for flowers and trees and build a beautiful home for themselves.
Don't worry, I will send your voice to every corner of the world, so that we can build a beautiful home together. Friend, take care! Swallows flapped their wings and flew away reluctantly.
But when the swallows are tired of flying, where should they stop to rest?
I was originally a buttonwood tree with lush foliage. In spring, I am full of pure white flowers. Attract a beautiful bird, attract a hardworking little bee; In summer, I shelter people from the scorching sun and bring people coolness; In autumn, I bear sweet little fruit, and the children pick it and take it home to cook. In winter, I was dressed in silver, and the children had snowball fights and made snowmen under me ... but now, these have become beautiful memories. I don't know when someone scribbled on me. They coated me with all-purpose glue and put a layer of paper on the glue. I think this is probably what people often say "psoriasis". I thought the rain would wash away psoriasis, but although the rain washed away the outer layer, the glue didn't move at all, making my skin ache and itch. One day, a group of people came to me and said they would build a factory near me. At that time, I didn't know how much the factory hurt me, but the waste smoke from the factory made me sick, and the wastewater from the factory also seriously polluted the groundwater quality, which made my brothers and sisters and me die step by step. Now, I have withered, leaving only sadness and memories. Now, I want to say to mankind: Humans, do you know that you wouldn't live so well without us? Man, stop destroying nature like this! Dude, wake up!
I am a dead tree, so don't look down on me, because I used to be a leafy tree. I am here today because those people who don't love me hurt me again and again. Let me tell you my pain.
I am a lush tree. In summer, the old people enjoy the cool in my shade, the children play under the tree, and I also provide fresh air for mankind. My leaves fell in autumn, and my good friend Bird built a safe nest on my branch. They are singing melodious songs on my branches. Everything was so happy, but my misfortune began. The children put a rope around my neck and swung around on the swing, almost strangling me. Boys also carved marks on me, which made me black and blue. Adults also use me as a clothes hanger, hanging clothes on their arms from time to time, which makes my shoulders sour. It's too uncomfortable. Then a stranger waved at me with an axe, and a sharp pain came. I lost an arm, and then I cut it dozens of times. Soon, I was left alone, and he walked away with a branch.
It was very hot in the next few days, and my wound was burning, because it never rained, and I was very dry.
Humans! I brought you a lot of happiness and laughter. Why did you do this to me in junior high school? If there are no green mountains, where will there be green water? Think about it, you humans, or you will be punished by nature.
I am a lonely dead tree with a dark, dry head and not even a leaf, and birds don't nest on my head. I am like this, all caused by human beings! Alas, the past is hard to remember.
I used to be a member of the forest. The river flowed in front of us. Birds played on us, slept on our heads and slept peacefully.
But it didn't last long. People were driving tractors, and some people got off with chainsaws and walked to my brothers and sisters. When the chainsaw screamed behind them, I heard them scream in pain, and they cried in despair. As soon as the chainsaw stopped screaming, all my brothers and sisters fell in a pool of blood, and only I survived. A few days later, people moved me to the city park, where the environment was much worse than that in the forest. Some people smoke, some people throw garbage, which is not bad. The river next to it is full of stinking garbage, and I seem to hear its faint voice: "Help … Help me …" Human factories emit a lot of carbon dioxide, which makes many flowers and trees wither. I am getting old, and the leaves on my body are falling one by one, becoming an old baldness. Naughty children carve words on me, and I feel my heart is bleeding. A group of children climbed on me, broke branches and played with them as weapons. After that, I only had a tattered body.
Humans! Did you hear a dead tree talking to you?
I am a dying tree. I used to be a leafy tree, but now I'm waiting to die.
In the past, my brothers and sisters and I lived a happy life here. We sing hand in hand every day, birds sing on the branches and even the stream is singing. We live in infinite happiness every day. Little squirrel often brings a few friends to my house to play; When the cricket comes, it will play beautiful music on the lyre; The butterfly came, dancing its beautiful colorful clothes and jumping out of a beautiful dance; Bees sometimes come to play with us. ...
But it didn't last long. A man with a scar on his face said, "How thick these trees are! I'm sure I can get a good price when I go back. "He picked up an axe and cut it at my brothers and sisters, but it didn't cut us. Maybe the axe is not too sharp! But my brothers and sisters also left scars. Scar face is gone.
The next day, he drove an excavator and dug up my brothers and sisters one by one. I saw my brothers and sisters and shouted, "Help, help!" . "But I can't move. I can only watch my brothers and sisters being dug up by him to sell money. Maybe I'm too young for him to interrupt me.
I am sad. Suddenly one day, when I was taking a bath, I saw that the water in the pool smelled bad and asked the bird above me. The bird said, "The water in the pool is polluted by a chemical plant. I'm moving away, too. " The bird flew away, and I withered day by day, and one day I was cut down.
I planted some seedlings where I used to stand, and they are looking around. I wish them a happy life!
Blue sky, white clouds, happy birds singing, warm breeze and many happy trees. Everything seems so beautiful and harmonious ... "Cough! Ahem! Cough! " A pungent smell of oil smoke woke me up. "Oh, this is just a dream, I can't go back to the past ..." In the dust, a scarred, sad and helpless dead tree cried silently in the wasteland. ...
Who can let me go back to that wonderful memory again?
I, originally a leafy and tall tree, have lived in this vast and beautiful lush since I was born. Every morning, my brothers and sisters and I are awakened by the gentle songs of birds, facing the soft morning light, stretching branches and sucking dew on leaves; At noon, we watched butterflies flying in the wind. At dusk, we fell asleep with the cool evening breeze and the beautiful cicada singing. ...
But the good times didn't last long, and disaster came after all. I will never forget that terrible afternoon! On that day, a group of demons came here with giant axes and chainsaws and smoke machines. Their eyes are full of greed, as if they saw many gold surprises. They are human beings who know nothing about it. At first, I couldn't open my eyes because of the smoke from this machine, but I saw a terrible scene. With the hum of the chainsaw, the companion fell in a pool of blood, and the air was filled with the suffocating smell of blood. Suddenly, my heart was filled with anger, sadness and fear. I glared at the creatures with blood and sin in my eyes, and the birds made hysterical calls from time to time. But all this, hum ... the chainsaw is still very close to me. I closed my eyes sadly and unwillingly, like a strong man who has gone forever! Suddenly a voice came, "Big Brother, it should be enough to transport so much wood to the building materials factory." Is the merchant still waiting for our delivery? ""well, well, brothers, let's call it a day and leave! "The gang said, and carried away the bodies of their brothers, leaving only me and several other trees to get away with it.
But we have just come out of the grief of losing our family, but things are still not over-in a few months, it will be another hell and a factory. Exhaust gas, dirty oil and toxic chemicals are all immersed in my body, which makes me listless. It caused acid rain, this bitter acid rain, eroded my leaves, eroded my branches, and the tearing pain often made me faint. ...
Then it was just me now. Look at me, this twisted face, ugly, hollow trunk, withered old branches, and that beautiful and terrible memory. Did you hear that? The helpless call of our dead tree: Don't be silly, those ignorant and terrible humans, I really don't want green to become a distant and empty dream in your descendants. ...
I am a camphor tree, but now I am a dead tree, standing here dying.
I used to be in my prime, recalling how wonderful my life was. At that time, there was a winding river under my feet. The river is crystal clear and willows stand by the river. Occasionally, people come here to wash clothes. I dress up in front of the mirror every day, and that day is so happy. ...
Until one summer night, there was lightning and thunder, and there was a storm. It's the first time I've seen this kind of fighting. I am too nervous to go out. It's raining harder and harder, only to see that the river didn't cross my knee soon. I feel that the soil under my feet is gradually loosening, and the river is unscrupulously washing the soil under my feet. Slowly, my toes are exposed, and I feel my body shaking. Suddenly, there was a loud mountain wave behind me, and I didn't have time to figure out what was going on. I saw large and small stones rolling down the back hill. I felt that I was attacked violently, so I fainted. ...
By the next morning, I was stunned by what I saw. The original riverbed is gone, the river is full of mud, and the back hill does not exist. Now he has become a bumpkin. My companions and I are doomed, lying in the yellow mud.
Later, I learned that people in this village completely ignored the life of our tree family in order to sell land and build houses. They cut down all the trees. It was because the hillside was bare that the so-called debris flow occurred. I heard that a house was buried that day. Oh, that's terrible!
Wake up, human, to embarrass us is to embarrass ourselves!
I used to be an ordinary orange tree, but now it has withered. Maybe you won't believe it, I used to be a leafy orange tree.
I remember that I once lived next to a primary school. In spring, I grow tender leaves and take out new buds. Anyone who passes by the school and sees me will say, "What a beautiful tree!" "In summer, I use my arms to keep out the heat for people. In autumn, my body is covered with golden oranges, giving people sweet fruits. In winter, I shelter people from the wind and snow. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. One day, I was sleeping. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain. When I opened my eyes, it turned out that it was a small classmate who carved words on me with a knife. Although I was in great pain, there was nothing I could do. I fainted from the pain ... After a while, I felt a hot air again. I looked down, and a little classmate peed on my foot, which made my whole body red and swollen.
A few hours later, I felt a burning pain. I looked down. A naughty little classmate actually set my arm on fire. I endured the pain and cried sadly. ...
I woke up and found that the school that used to be by my side was gone. Next to me is a factory. Ignorant, I thought the factory wouldn't hurt me, but I didn't know that the sewage from the factory made my hair yellow and my arms dry. Gradually, I walked towards death. ...
Ignorant human beings! Stop your hands and don't hurt us. We are your most loyal friends, you know, without us, the world will no longer be beautiful, and you will be retaliated by nature! Wake up!
I used to flourish, but now I am scarred; I used to be full of energy, but now I am full of vicissitudes. I am a willow, the willow between the river and the factory. Once stood gracefully by the clear river, but now it is decadent under the relentless black smoke of carbon monoxide. I vaguely remember that day three years ago, in the impenetrable firecrackers, the factory was officially completed. The warm sunshine was ruthlessly covered by the cold concrete wall, and even the grass beside my heel gradually lost its color. After that, my hair began to fall off, and the river beside me was no longer so clear and bright. Even Sister Qingfeng, who often combs my hair, ran away without a trace. The scorching sun and more and more black smoke, what a difficult environment! But I'm the only surviving plant here. God, please have mercy and rain! A day or two later, it finally rained. But why is this rain so strange? Does it itch when spilled on your body? After the rain, I was surprised to find that I had blisters all over my body and my hair was wiped off! What kind of rain is this? Later, I learned it was acid rain. "It's all going to die, cut it!" There was a voice not far away, and some people said they would cut me. My friends, at the last moment of my life, I want to advise you: I can't solve any problems when I die, please take care of the natural environment consciously!
A conversation composition of a dead tree 10 "The sky is grey, the wild, and the wind and grass are low. Today there are cattle and sheep ... the sky is grey, the wild, and the wind and grass are low." I am a dead tree, lying on a lumberjack. I closed my eyes and imagined such a scene. A long time ago, my mother told me this poem, which is my yearning, but I didn't expect that I would lie here helplessly. Mom once said that one day, we will all be like this, because our kind was decreasing more than ten years ago, and this prediction was quickly fulfilled.
When I am still standing firmly on the earth, it hurts me to watch my friends leave me one by one! "One tree, two trees, three trees ... ten trees ... a hundred trees ..." This is really a terrible number, just like the stars in the sky. Birds were driven away, mosquitoes increased, tourists ignored us, scribbled on us, and even broke our arms. We were scarred ... My friends drove a lumberjack to a far place, leaving me alone. At first glance, the forest is lifeless, only the stump is crying. Are trees really human toys?
Finally, I was transported to an unknown lumber yard. I was greeted by countless sharp axes, just like the merciless hands of human beings tearing and breaking our hearts. "The sky is gray, the wilderness ..." I savored. Are our destinies all "wilderness"? Heaven is busy, human beings are blind, and so are we. ...
In this way, a dead tree ended its short life with its fantasy. It is so ordinary, but its talk makes us think deeply. If people do not reflect, maybe one day, people will be as "wild" as they are. ...
I cry helplessly in the lonely night. I seem to have a lot to say, but no one can talk to me. Only this lonely night sky can answer me ... I look up at the moon and bow my head to shake my wrinkled skin. So I began to speak: "Six months ago, I still lived in my hometown, which was a beautiful place. At that time, I was so tall and straight among my brothers and sisters that they all envied me. Every day, among the flowers, we watch butterflies and bees play and watch them add a life to the flowers. A group of people came that day, waving and grinding. " I tried to save them, but I didn't survive. I could only watch them on the edge of life and death ... Then those people came to me and they wanted to cut me down, but someone asked me to decorate, but I cut my roots off on the way because I lacked nutrients. They just left me on the side of the road to die. I, I am like this, I am still young, but now. ......
The footsteps of a dead tree approached a lush forest, and the figure of "502 Tree Planting Team" approached that forest?
"alas!" The "I" around them suddenly made a sound. The "502 Tree Planting Team" turned its head and was surprised-it was actually a dead tree with peeling skin and all the leaves falling off!
Hu couldn't help wondering, "Who?" The dead tree actually replied, "It's me." Tian couldn't help wondering, "There are so many leafy trees here, why are you naked?" "Because?" Grandpa's voice rang again, a little hoarse. "I think, at first, my branches and leaves waved proudly in the sun, wearing green shiny clothes with red gems and pearls. The little monkey often gives me a circus and rolls around with the ivy. One day it fell from the ivy, which made me laugh. A colorful peacock flew to me and tickled me. Larks sing to me, too. It's so beautiful, so sweet! "
"Ahem! Cough! " Grandpa Dead Tree coughed a few times. "The reason why I became like this is because people cut my skin with a chainsaw, so that my' corpse blood' kept flowing out. Then I asked Dr. Woodpecker to take a look at it for me. He's not here! A few days later, people saw my hand again, ah! It hurts! Terrible pain! They took off my' pearl green' again, leaving me with no cotton-padded jacket in winter and no water to drink in summer! You also said that we are the' green lungs' of the earth and we should be taken care of. Is this called caring? The earth will be destroyed by you! "
Wang Jun apologized: "We will protect the forest?" As soon as the words fell, the "502 Tree Planting Team" disappeared, but it did not melt the heart of the forest?
I am a dead tree, but I must be respected!
I am a dead tree in the park.
I also had a glorious past and longed for the glory of life. When I was a seedling, I overcame storms, lightning, ice and snow again and again. After being nourished by sunshine and rain, it has grown into a towering tree. Birds often sing on my branches, woodpeckers always check my health, and sometimes children play under the trees … At this time, my life is really happy!
The happy days will soon pass. One day, a group of children came to play games under the tree. Suddenly, a child said, "This game is too childish. Shall we cut the branches to play? " The children all agreed, so they took out their knives and cut off my branches. I thought they were going to cut off the trunk, so I thought, "It seems that my life is hopeless. However, they didn't cut it, they just walked away. " I thought: it's a good thing they broke me, otherwise the consequences would be unknown. A few days later, several old people came. I thought they came to have a rest, so they were very happy. Who knows, these old people took out their knives and chopped me left and right, which made me miserable, leaving only a trunk. After several natural disasters, my trunk was also broken. Now, there is only a small stump left, which can only give passers-by a place to rest.
You humans should take action and try to protect your loyal friend, the tree.
Standing under the blue sky with white clouds, bathing in the warm sunshine, listening to the "joint performance" of running water and birds, and watching the small animals chasing, playing, fighting and running happily around me-all these are beautiful, and how comfortable it is for a tree! However, all this has already flown away unconsciously.
I am a magnolia tree growing in the suburbs. Don't look at me now. A few years ago, I was a "big beauty"!
At that time, I grew up in a beautiful suburb and kept company with my old neighbor Xiaoxi. But I am not alone, because some small animals come to see me from time to time. I am very happy to see them chasing, playing, flapping and running around me happily. When they are tired, I will shelter them from the wind and rain with my impenetrable branches and leaves, disperse the sunshine for them, and let them have a good sleep-
However, the good times did not last long. Two years ago, human claws "extended" to the suburbs. At first, I didn't think so, but I always heard people say things like "building a factory" and "preparing materials". I don't know why a trace of fear crossed my mind: Is it-
As I expected, a big factory appeared on the other side of the lawn overnight. The factory keeps pouring waste water and garbage into my old friend Xiaoxi every day. A month later, it just turned the stream into a filthy state with a pungent stench. I was not spared-I was forced to suck his sewage because of my old friend's filth. Gradually, I changed: my proud hair fell off day by day, and my body languished day by day. Squeeze my thin right arm with your hand and you will hear a "click". Then, a few small pieces of wood will lie quietly at your feet. That's my right arm. And my airway has already been beaten out of the water by those hateful ants, so I have to "surrender". The small animals also moved away helplessly-the once beautiful and moving suburbs have long since disappeared, and now, only a piece of dead yellow sand remains.
A few days after I was alive, another voice came into my ears. "The boss is going to build a house here. This tree is in the way. Let's cut it down! " "Well, it's dead anyway." I know, my days are numbered. I used my last strength to write a line on the beach-
Wake up! Humans!
I'm Zhangshu, and I'm over 1000 years old. I stand proudly. I am the oldest in this deep forest, absorbing the nutrition of nature and growing up happily.
One day, unfortunately, a group of people came to the depths of this forest and found me. Someone can't help admiring: "This tree is at least 1000 years old." People nearby can't help talking about it. An old man said, "Such trees should be protected." Someone brought tools and built a fence next to me. I feel very uncomfortable, make me uncomfortable, and even have fewer friends, which makes me very upset.
This is a trivial matter. A few years later, another group of people came. They pulled down the fence. I am very happy, and I have a good chat with the trees next to me. At this time, I am a little itchy. Look! Ah! A man climbed the ladder, and with a click, some of my branches were hurt. Since then, I have been a little uncomfortable. After a few days, my illness recovered, but the feeling of pain still left me lingering. The deep mountains and forests have become famous scenic spots, and I have become the most capital old tree here. I'm really happy. I became famous overnight, and I've been a hit ever since. Many people took photos with me, but I began to get tired of this life. Gradually, people picked my leaves and whistled, and my body ached, but people didn't realize it. I can only grow desperately and absorb nutrients desperately, but in the face of so many tourists, so is it.
It's another spring, and I grow more leaves. Tourists swarmed in and all my leaves were picked up. I am in pain. Facing the tourists' happy appearance and listening to their laughter, I gave a silent sigh.