Reflections on Wind chimes under the Tree

"Saving the earth is saving the future"-I can't help thinking of this slogan after reading the article "Worrying about the sky". I vaguely heard the sigh of the earth. What mankind is facing is a natural disaster. It's not that God doesn't respect us. Everything originated from human beings themselves.

65 million years ago, dinosaurs died out because of the toxic smoke produced by meteors hitting the earth. What about today?

We not only lost the "original sky" itself, but also lost the original clouds, the original chardonnay, the original rain, the original snow and the original air. ...

Oh! Why did the once blue sky, crystal clear brook where you can swim by boat, and the vibrant world just leave without saying goodbye? The sky was covered with a faint gray, a large dirty river bed was exposed in the east-west stream, and all kinds of creatures died one after another. The earth does not belong to human beings, and human beings belong to the earth. Why should we "vilify" and generously raise our planet? Why let the earth be occupied by stinking factories?

It was raining cats and dogs. When we reached out our hands, we touched the boundless cold. There is a trace of bitterness in this cold, which drips into the dry soil, and there is a painful sound, like a sword, which pierces people's chest. God is too stingy to punish us by not giving us a drop of water. When the land is dry, the river dries up, and the drought comes first and then floods. We traded the rise of industry for the tragedy of agriculture. And humans can't stand this pain and cry again. This artificial rainfall made mankind hear the helpless sigh of all living things on the earth.

Only by worrying about the sky can human beings save themselves. Saving yourself is not a difficult thing.

Once I went to wash my hands, and others left the tap on. I twisted the clear water flowing down. Turns out you can save yourself by turning off the tap.

Last time, my friends and I skipped around in the stadium. Suddenly, an old woman dressed simply, with gray hair and bent waist appeared in front of her eyes. She was staggering. His head slowly lowered, slowly raised, and slowly picked up recyclable garbage. Can't help but move on. She carried a plastic bag in her left hand and picked up cans discarded by people in her right hand. She squatted down hard, stood up hard, and searched hard. Although her actions are just a drop in the ocean, she is making contributions to environmental protection. It turns out that no matter how old you are, you can save yourself by consciously picking up garbage.

There is a corner near my kitchen, where there is a box for drinks and beer, which is used to hold waste paper. As soon as there are scraps of paper, I throw them away. This persisted for several years, and it took about half a month to fill a box of waste paper. It turns out that as long as you have the awareness of waste recycling, you can save yourself.

Help yourself, it's as simple as that.

The earth, the only survival field for human beings, is already moaning and shouting: "I am in pain ..." It is the sigh of all things and the sorrow of human beings. When human beings learn to worry about the sky and reflect on their mistakes in nature, they can get a better tomorrow and return to the picturesque realm that the ancients once had.