Compulsory tree planting slogans

The slogan for voluntary tree planting is as follows:

1. It rains in the middle of the night on the leaves of the sycamore tree, and the dream is shattered and there is no place to find it. The cool night pillow tells me about autumn, and I can hear the cold crickets urging me to wake up. In the dream, I have traveled all the way, and I am still singing and dancing drunkenly in Jiangting. There must be someone in front of you to ask your thoughts and thoughts to say goodbye.

2. The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

3. Break a branch when facing a disagreement and tell each other. The dancing shadows of the Ba River and the graceful appearance of the West Lake. And let the wind blow the catkins, and love the rain. Under the afterglow of the waning moon, I chanted Sanbianci for a long time.

4. There is a solitary pine in Nanxuan, and the leaves are in full bloom. When the breeze is leisurely, the whole day and night are free and unrestrained. The ancient moss is green in the shade, and the color is dyed with autumn smoke and blue. How can it soar into the sky, thousands of feet up?

5. The east wind blows across the green fields and the vernal equinox comes, and plum blossoms and peaches reflect the colorful clouds. Today, evergreen trees are widely planted, and tomorrow the birds will be heard under the branches.

6. The green trees in the valley are planted with beautiful roots. Only a land of thorns cannot be called the material of pillars. How can I change it because of the cold weather, and look back at the spring scenery? Qingyin is the sea country, looking back and thinking leisurely.

7. A little scarlet will spit out the calyx, and it will stand out from the mortal world. It will be moved to the ancient temple to plant a red gate. It's cold food in the Ming Dynasty, and it's spring again. The thin, dry and soft strips are only a few feet long, and Qianxun's origins are small. The green clouds cover the sun and the tree rings ring, and after they become cloudy and bear seeds, remember the flower grower.

8. The rain calls the germs to move, the flowers bloom and colorful butterflies flutter, the red beads are ripe on the branches, and the green streets are connected. Drinking a thousand cups of dew will make you drunk, and support the spring with thousands of fresh trees. Huang Ying sings a song and says with a smile that the fruit is round.

9. Step lightly, smell the fragrance, and wonder where the wind comes from. The remaining snow also leaves traces, and the sparse shadows tell someone. Why, why, I am most afraid of going astray in this life.

10. Water is the source of life, and trees are the guardians of water.