Under the Xiaoxiao rain, the breeze is warm, listening to the flowers bloom, it is beautiful. Willing to use my life's luck to exchange flowers for Pinellia ternata.
The green world is the gift of love, lucky we should perhaps learn to be grateful, otherwise this gift of love will soon disappear like a bubble, without a trace.
Autumn is the most likely to cause sorrow. The flying of withered butterflies and the riots of high winds and showers have painted a touch of white helplessness to this world full of colors. The green has disappeared, replaced by a desolation, you stand there looking at this strange world, helpless. When this gift is used up, our reincarnation throughout the year will only be repeated over and over again, repeating a pale world. I think no one will want to live in a miserable world full of sadness. after all, we are not all poets.
I do not know when, green has become a dream for us, a dream that is difficult to touch. When we were children, the eyes are green, green to play with us, accompany us to live. However, green is only left in childhood, it can not grow up with us, accompany us to travel, throw away in the fleeting years that never return, so that we only have the right to remember.
This end is caused by us, in other words, we are the culprits. The blue sky and white clouds and high mountains and flowing waters are no longer, towering buildings, large tracts of land have disappeared at an astonishing speed, our world has become a sand city, this is unexpected, our memory of green has been desertified. We go forward step by step, but always look back again and again, sentimentally attached to the green in our hearts, tears streaming down our faces.
Green is a beautiful nostalgia in the hearts of all of us, we all want to return to nature, return to the embrace of nature, escape from this brightly lit city. Stay away from the noise, get close to the serenity, and feel the green bath. Such being the case, why don't we revisit the green world so that green is no longer a dream.
We are all worldly people, living in the present, knowing ourselves both cold and warm. This sand city, it destroys the home of our dreams and the only capital we have to recall our childhood. We can't let this happen. We have to do something to keep what we want to keep and what we can keep. Although we are very small, but we have tried our best, for the world we want, there is no longer just guilt for green, no longer just extravagant hope.
A piece of green, always make you happy, let you be surprised at its beauty, immersed in its beauty, and can not extricate yourself. Spring returns to the earth, birds sing together, light rain patter, under the plane tree, flowers contend for beauty, this poetic, let you stop, can not bear to leave, this is the charm of green. Let the flying green, retain the green, let the green accompany us through spring, summer, autumn and winter again.
Lack of green world is always quiet, lonely, let our love spread, let green spread, spread to that end of the world.
Author: three inches of sunlight
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