I need an associative essay of about 500 words, 100,000 urgent

"Water Association".

I am the river, I am stirring and rolling eastward, and you can't see the end of me. I am the source of life—the trees on the shore need me, the fish depend on me, and the people don't do without me at all times.

Farmers need me to irrigate their fields, and forest owners need me to nourish and grow trees. People live, I am an indispensable daily necessities, factory production, I am its power generation. In the world, you can see me everywhere, I am silently paying for the survival of all living beings, paying, I am selfless and have no regrets.

However. On the shore, the woods that protected me were cut down; In life, the sewage discharged by people chokes my throat; During production, industrial wastewater is relentlessly injected, making me dizzy. In this way, I was ruthlessly ravaged by the wind and sand, and endured the cruel poisoning of sewage and wastewater.

I'm shrinking, no longer agitating, no longer rushing, just flowing slowly.

I have become a stream, and I am no longer able to maintain the majesty of my former majesty. But I still don't give in, I still flow endlessly, and I still do my best for the existence of countless living beings.

Farmers will still use me to irrigate the farmland, and the forest owner does not doubt my ability to moisten the branches, and life and production are still inseparable from me. The child who used to be afraid of me is now willing to laugh and play next to me, this is"A blessing in disguise"Right? I think I should be content - still silently, selflessly, and without regrets.

But. As a creek, I can't escape the endless torture of people. Dust, sewage, waste water – intensifying.

Many passers-by gave me many gifts - fruit peels, lunch boxes, Coke bottles. Can I still flow? My path forward is infinitely hindered.

I became a stagnant water. Farmers, foresters, etc., will they still look at me more?

Silent, selfless, unapologetic giving? No, I've lost the abilities I'm proud of. I am to blame, but who will it be? I'm supposed to scold the people I paid for it — ridiculously, and maybe I lost the ability to scold.

At last. I am a drop—no, it's not water anymore, it's tears, it's the tears of the river, it's the tears of the brook, it's the tears of the dead water. Soon, however, it will become a tear for all living beings.

The source of life is water, and when the water is gone, where can life be found?

Well, please protect the source of life.

Overhead, the sky was as blue as the sea, and under his feet was a green carpet of grass. It is surrounded by large trees that are as straight as soldiers, and under the trees are rainbow-like flowers. I saw strong young eagles soaring in the blue sky, and I saw the grass clinging to the low-flying ladybugs; I saw the trees surrounded by flocks of birds, and I saw butterflies dancing among the flowers.

How I want to be like them, with dreams, to fly into the blue sky!

I've pinned my hopes on Bubbles. I pulled out a bottle of bubble water, which was the base of the bubble family; I took out a small hoop, which was the Bubble family's trampoline. From here, my dreams will be released.

Essay on imagination: dreams riding the wind.

I stuffed the "trampoline" into the "bubble base", and soon there were bubble passengers on the "trampoline". I followed the direction of the wind and blew softly—and a shy little girl poked her head out. She probably hadn't seen the world before, so she immediately retracted her head.

I was not discouraged and waited for the arrival of the next group of passengers. I stuffed the "trampoline" into the "bubble base" again, and with a gentle blow, a big bubble couldn't wait to fly out. I told it my dream, and it staggered into the sky.

Look at! A pair of twins jumped out. Before I could tell them my dreams, they flew away in high spirits; A big little fat man squeezed out of the trampoline, and he listened impatiently to my dream, and flew away after the bubble twins; A thin bubble flew out, but he couldn't help it, and after a while it disappeared without a trace......

Suddenly, a colorful bubble dressed in the clothes given by Sister Rainbow greeted me. Through its crystal-like body, I saw a different, upside-down world. I firmly believe that my dream will set sail here.

The association of leaves.

Click. Click. Click. "The footsteps of spring are near, they are near, and the grass, leaves, and flowers are all ready to go. The sky finally dawned, the sun finally rose, and the swallows flew back. Flowers and trees are scrambling to be the first, exuding the breath of spring.

Look at! Only the little green on the tree crept out. It's so quiet, it's so lovely, it's a new life...

The leaves opened their hazy eyes slightly, and it took a deep breath, enlarging the bright eyes. I saw the rejuvenation of all things on the earth, and I saw the birds cheering. It laughed again - the leaves grew bigger.

The trees are unconsciously filled with green dolls, and they are playing in the spring breeze. However, summer is coming......

Early summer is both the season when the leaves crave and when it is most vulnerable to pests. Fortunately, you ushered in the summer safely, and you are weaving a dense green shade with your friends, covering the branches.

Autumn is here again, and they find that their clothes have changed, becoming golden and yellow, as bright as the sun. In their minds, it was a season of rejoicing that they would leave their mothers for another world and dedicate their bodies to Uncle Dirt. They were not afraid at all, they jumped down hand in hand, and flickered down ......

They sat on the wet dirt and were buried in the dirt and became part of the dirt, laughing and smiling all the way ...... the process

Don't we need this in our lives?

It should go all the way and laugh all the way. "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. "A person's life is either crying or laughing, and it is better to live happily than to live in pain. Just smile, there's nothing you can't do.

The leaves wither in the winter, but they regenerate in the spring. Life is short, and if you can't live happily, then life has no meaning.

We're going to go all the way like leaves, smiling and smiling ......

I'm looking for it from Niulanshan, too.