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"Jade Butterfly Environmental Protection"

——The Chapter of Water

See enough lakes, seas and rivers,

Collect dirt, scum, and turbidity Color soup soup.

Waterside and streamside, waste liquid residues are discharged.

The national policy is clear, and the top and bottom call for help.

There are many people who govern, one is declining and the other is increasing.

But we still see that the Yellow River has dried up and the Yangtze River has been polluted.

Sad! Twenty years of water affairs,

Dongting is variegated, and the Huaihe River is dull.

Songjiang Police Department became alarmed due to disputes between friends and neighbors.

High-ranking officials resigned, and all officials were panicked.

The new law was enacted and there was a lot of excitement.

I hope that in the future, the environment will be preserved forever and the dragon’s veins will last forever.

Give the future a green color

Gently open the earth picture album,

The mountains and rivers will ask me:

Children, cross Children of the century,

What do you want to leave to the future earth?

Leave a tree,

Or leave a flower?

Leave a spring of life,

Or leave an eternal green ditch?

Ah, you said, I said, he said:

Leave a more beautiful earth to the future,

And a green peace song!

Waving the colorful paintbrush affectionately,

The blue sky and sea will welcome me;

Little angel, little angel of nature,

You What do you want to draw for the future world?

Should we draw evergreen mountains,

or should we draw green deserts?

Is it to paint the blooming season that never fails,

Or to paint the spring scenery that will never disappear?

Ah, there is you, there is him, there is me,

draw a more beautiful future for the world,

and a song of caring for the earth!

What a beautiful morning in the forest!

——Jiao Jiao

What a beautiful morning in the forest!

Stepping on the morning dew, pushing aside the weeds,

Through the forest path, the Young Pioneers flag flew into the forest,

What a beautiful morning in the forest!

Look at how dense the branches and leaves of the big tree are.

The bushes are taller than us.

Here are big mushrooms and sweet and sour wild dates,

There are lilies smiling at us.

Look at the oriole singing happily,

The little squirrel is jumping on the branches.

And the shy little rabbit,

turned around and ran away when he saw us.

We sang the songs of the Young Pioneers.

The forest answered us in the same tone:

"We are the masters of the earth,

What a beautiful morning in the forest!"

Sandstorm

——Wang Changheng

I came from the Loess Plateau

I came from the Inner Mongolia Plateau

With the power of northwest wind< /p>

I move forward bravely

Walking through a land riddled with holes

Walking through the dying grasslands

Through the incomplete forest

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Crossing the naked barren mountains

Finally I saw the modern city

However -

Faced with all the prosperity

< p>I still can't forget

The lands, grasslands, forests and barren mountains that were hurt and destroyed

And the compatriots who depend on them for survival

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I use my flying posture

to send an angry warning to blind modern people

All harm and destruction

Everyone will get the punishment and revenge they deserve

Modern urbanites

Please keep your intoxicated eyes open

Think about a heavy topic

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Where is the true civilization of mankind?

How far are we still?

The tainted source of life

Once upon a time,

The quiet river,

Now——

has dried up.

Stinky, is her growl;

Black, is her color...

There are no fish or shrimps to keep her company,

< p>Sorrowful flow passed by silently.

Empty silence is the song she sang to herself.

The body is wrapped in tears.

O man——

Forgot her kindness!

She was abandoned without any choice,

Abandoned in a dirty corner.

"Who made the mistake?"

"Why should I bear the responsibility?"

The river whispered.