Qiyang meijing composition 400 words

On the road of growth, I go further and further. My childhood has gone with the ups and downs. I stayed alone in the lonely bay. I walked on the beach, counting the endless memories on the beach ... However, cruel humans are ruthlessly killing my pure memories.

My childhood began in the Woods near the village-

The young tree grew up with me, deeply rooted in the soil, and greeted a ray of golden sunshine. With sunshine, young trees are flourishing, sitting at the foot of the tree, watching the little sunshine sift through the lush green, feeling that new life is trembling! How beautiful! A few years later, the forest bearing my memory was taken away by one hand after another, leaving a weeping stump, telling indelible pain. ...

My childhood began with a stream in the village-

The stream is crystal clear, the river is full of colored pebbles, and the fish are shining happily in the river. My friends and I like to play in the stream and catch fish and shrimp. I didn't want to say goodbye to the village kitchen until the sun went down and smoke billowed from it. Now, the streams have lost their vitality and no longer have their joy because of their existence. -Garbage, because it exists.-Factory! This is a tragedy caused by human hands! This stream used to be full of laughter from my childhood, but today, everything is gone. ...

My childhood began with the blue sky over the village. ——

In the morning, the sun rises from here and wakes up the village immersed in peace. White clouds are fluttering and smoke is curling, which is an entertainment scene between people and the sky! The sky is so blue, as if someone lit it up with the water from Tianhe. At that time, I always loved lying on the green grass, looking at the blue sky, mysterious white clouds and winged birds and falling asleep. Unexpectedly, soon, the sky turned gray, and there were no white clouds and birds. I am thinking: Is Tianhe polluted? Why else can't the sky be washed clean? Sky. It once released my hope. However, it pushes us to despair in a frustrating way. ...

Childhood! I want my childhood! I want my innocent childhood! Give me an innocent childhood! ! ! This is a blind luxury, a luxury of human beings! Ask them to give me back the forest of life, the vibrant stream, the blue sky of hope ... and my sleeping wings, so that I can fly into my childhood dreams and the warm embrace of my motherland in the past! However, all they can give me is those gray wings that urge me to fly into the valley of despair until I die! Disappointment will accompany me to heaven, no! It's hell!

Wake up! Humans, let God purify your souls! Don't kill pure memories with your ruthless hands and kill a gentle and selfless mother by mistake!