Composition: Take "Hu" as the topic.

How I want to wander with the Yangtze River, make love with the Yangtze River and swim with my friends in the rolling tide of the Yangtze River. I really can't imagine my life alone, and I can't face the coming pain.

I am the last baiji in the Yangtze River. I have been looking for my partner everywhere, but there is no news. I often hear my mother tell me that the Yangtze River is a beautiful home. It feeds us with clear and clean milk like an angel. However, in my impression, angels no longer exist. The Yangtze River, which my mother called an angel, suddenly changed. White garbage covered the original clear water surface, and the disgusting smell turned upside down in my stomach. I really find it hard to believe what my mother said. Just when I asked her why, my mother heard the call of heaven and left.

I tried not to cry. I know it's all human fault. They show off their capital and throw greedy eyes at us. Their eyes are cold and hungry, like a sharp dagger. Even if I get stabbed, I will try not to cry. I want to reassure my mother, or she will have no peace in heaven. I always believe that mankind will wake up and know that they don't have much capital to be proud of. I'm waiting.

Finally, people really began to realize something. Promote environmental protection everywhere, post environmental protection slogans everywhere, and write environmental protection articles everywhere. People pass on the topic of environmental protection from mouth to mouth. However, actions are more than words. The Yangtze River remains the same. Where is environmental protection? Dude, these things are not what they seem.

I still endure not to cry, even though the long wait is a lifelong pain. However, I have no expectations for human beings. What do I get at the expense of suffering? Men, such nonsense and outrageous things, I really don't know what they have to show off. Behind their brilliant achievements, they are facing the same tragedy as us.

I think I'm dying. I've heard the call of heaven. Humans opened the door to heaven and took us away. There are calls everywhere in heaven, and there are natural calls everywhere. I don't think I have the strength to blame humans. I really can't stop crying. I cry for my miserable life, for my dead compatriots and for human ignorance. I really cried. Dont Ask For Help's sympathy, pity and charity only seek revenge and curse from nature.

There will be no more me in the world-angel of the Yangtze River. Listen, heaven is calling: if human beings can't wake up, they will only perish. I-I should go.