Spring is coming, it blows the whistle, wake up everything, you see: the river singing started running, the grass drill ground, willow opened his fine eyes, yellow peach blossom opened a rounder face... Arbor Day is here.
This day, the weather is sunny, my mother and I went to the community garden to plant trees, my mother and I with shovels and buckets, carrying saplings to small garden and plant trees. I with their own toy a spade soil loose, mother again with big shovel easily dig, dig a big hole, and then, I took out from behind a small seedlings, carefully plug it into the soil, and then formed the saplings roots buried, I took a bucket of water and slowly pour the sides of the saplings, I watered while gently said: the saplings, quick drink, drink a full, quick to take root, quick germination, to hurry and grow up! Saplings understood my words, soon finished a bucket of water.
My mother and I do for half a day, the little garden there was a row of a row of saplings, I saw a piece of wood.
March 12th is the national Arbor Day, this day each year many of the children to participate in the activity to plant trees.
I saw on TV, grandpa and other central leaders with the children in Beijing, together with many pine trees, and poured the water.
If people to plant a tree every year, the our city will become the same beautiful forest park, can either blocking dust storms, and greening of our environment, that this much good ah!
Sunday go to plant trees, father, mother and I to you also?
I never thought of before, his heart if there is a gigantic tree to support me, like green Weng Weng covered the sky of my life. But I often think of hometown that full mountain tree, a tree a tree standing on a steaming hot land. Load, every year from generation to generation. Over time, with the old days.
Father always told me, to live like the trees on the hill. I didnt understand this sentence in the connotation of the hidden, just whenever mindfully, staring at a tree, some of the things I will find a tree in my veins, so I have a running ahead of impulse, never stop. Even has no purpose, no direction. This kind of feeling as if validation me this for more than a decade of life, is always a clueless, no purpose, no direction. Over the years, I forget just how much they came over, come to the tree may be looking at. I never forget my father said to me to live like the trees on the hill, I searched his wisdom for the words in the meaning, searching for the tree body hidden secret.
Childhood is pure blue sky and white clouds make it become very bright. The birds flash across the roof, the sound of flapping wing ringing pleasing to the ear. In that day, our family moved, but what happened afterwards completely unexpected. Like TV fell down turns in the story, but in reality. Come back later, my father into the wasteland and planted rows of trees, the trees swaying in the wind frail body. My father said, to dig deep pit, the soil plug tightly. Roots and leafy, zhuang soil to full branches. I looked up still pure blue sky, the tears rolling down from her cheeks.
The wind was blowing the night, my heart suddenly tightened. I turn up, silently watching water spouted flow on the roof. The next day that those planted sapling proud straight body, the green leaf stubbornly looking at the blue sky. At this point. I begin to understand some of the so-called life, the so-called life. Later I and dad are always ups and downs, mishaps, again and again fall, climb up again and again, never yielding, never give up. As the storm Angle wings across the petrel, never retreat, never complains, as if that is the whole meaning of life. In the years of wind and rain, dad more vicissitudes of life, and I become more mature and steady.
Year after year, has long had planted tree very high very thick. Leaves and green healthy and strong, in raising its land in a small woods deeply. Have a father with rough hand stroked the rough bark, with deep eyes looked at me and said, it has grown, you are taller. Between my heart suddenly feel shock, thinking of what my father said: to live like the trees on the hill. I like a tree? I also use hand to touch the bark, some feel warm in boiling liquid. Feel the tree rings are in turn in the form of a fever.
I like a tree? No one can answer, including me. I was busy showing who remained humble posture, with a pair of weeping eyes chi of the world. I finally found out why I had an expression of weakness in the face of a setback. In a quiet moment, I will slowly counted zero zero total total in the liuxue86 past. Ted put happy beads in the sun, let it send out a charming fragrance; Buried the troubles the ball in the tree roots and let it become the nutrition of trees grow up after decomposition.
Nature is the cradle of mankind, and the green is the color of nature, is the hope of the precious! It is a life, it is the hope, it is the power, it is a comfort, it is a joy!
I send you each grain seed, you let them take numerous and leafy, I grant you sings saplings, you make them green. only love the motherland and human truly understand love green, only start from the front of love every inch of people, to love the motherlands landscapes. Teenagers love each green leaf, and we love each grass, a flower by each. Protect the environment, greening the campus, let the green life activation we love life, do the motherland beautiful builder.
3.12, the day of the Arbor Day, beautiful, there are some white clouds leisurely in the sky. Our whole family to follow father forces team go to plant trees to plant trees.
Came to the pingdingshan at the foot of the mountain, I looked up, high mountains, the magnificent scenery. A square scrap gold like rape, like pieces of carpet of wheat seeding, in the genial sunshine, rocking. A breeze blowing, rape and wheat seeding rolling, like the sea. The soldiers quickly stood up, singing loud, before heading to the mountain.
To plant trees, the soldiers with a spade, some take a bucket, some saplings, busy, and I am not weak, together with my parents chose a piece of land for planting trees. Dad volunteered to dig a pit, and her mother is a biology teacher, responsible for, so naturally I what also not, only and water the belt.
There were so many stone in the treasure ah! I how also cant carry out, not for a moment, a huge stumbling block show in front of my eyes. Knowing that mountain tiger, race. Blunt! Kill! To kill stumbling block. I used to eat milk that finally move the block stone pit, dig a pit, mother put the saplings gently in the pit, fill in the earth, I call a bucket of water, water, a tree is planted. We high-spirited and planted three trees in a row. I took out prepared wish card hanging in a tree.
Uncle and the other is doing, and try to overtake each other in some hand-held bucket, shuttle in young grove; Some hand shovel, critical eyes like mine was made in the land, and carried the saplings, humming a little song, is really easygoing, everybody busy busy.
A little later, a car was all finished we planted a tree. Look at this piece of small forest, I think small trees, you hurry up and grow up, I will often come to see you.
The annual Arbor Day is coming. Let us act together to plant trees together.
Dear friends: human
How do you do! I am a bird. We had to live in the thick woods, now live in a cold cave for the time being. Today, I with the feelings of grief, special use Arbor Day to write to you, more trees mainly ask you, dont hurt us again!
You should see, we often for trees, and elimination of pests for everyone, when you work, also sing for joy and for everybody, let everyone enjoy the beautiful natural life. But, some human friends?
In the woods, the most common is, some people always constantly deforestation trees, no matter what we call for help, whatever our life, our very not easy to build nests wantonly destroyed.
Even worse, there are a lot of people to catch us, bring us into like a prison cages, let us lose the freedom. Whats more, also kill us, what shall we do delicious food, and make our life at any time.
Do you know that we are now only escape all around, live a life of wandering alone, every day under the threat of hunger, cold and death. Dear human friend, if you encounter such, what will you think? We are your friends, how to treat a friend so dont speak of friendship? Besides, you dont want to live in a good ecological environment? Today is Arbor Day, you can know when to plant trees, without us, insects would multiply, trees will gradually die, human face many of the disaster, the consequence is unimaginable, you think about it.
Human friends, in order to make everyone can have a good home - the earth, in order for you to live a better life, please take good care of us, more trees, also let a comfortable and warm home.
Although I live in the poor place now, but I believe that we are bound to go back to the original place to live, human friend, you say?