If you are a century old man who has witnessed the vicissitudes of Lop Nur for a hundred years, what

Being alive is not necessarily blissful. Painful, perhaps.

Protecting the ecology is to protect the living environment of human beings.

With the flick of a finger, a century has passed in a hurry. Standing on the blazing land of Lop Nur again, the innocence of childhood, the sighs of regret of youth, and the regretful cries of middle age linger in my mind like a dream.

The fairyland is fascinating, the oasis of Lop Nur is full of warmth, mystery, people's longing, and people's praise. The existence of Lop Nur is both real and illusory, this is indeed a fairyland on earth.

Look: the clear blue sky is like an oil painting over our heads; Soft white clouds clinged to the blue like cotton; Tiny birds curved across the sky; The rolling grasslands spread out on the ground like a forest of satin; Colorful flowers dot the dots like stars; Herds of cattle and horses shuttle between heaven and earth like arrows. Listen up:

The clear stream is murmuring, the emerald fairy lake is sometimes as horizontal as a mirror, sometimes the waves are surging, and the wild ducks, herons and many beautiful birds that cannot be named make this place a wonderful and beautiful **.

The beauty of Lop Nur is like a fairyland, I have witnessed it.

But the good times didn't last long, when I was 25 years old, that is, in 1925, the Kuomintang ** didn't know why, but wanted to divert the Tarim River and let the river flow north into the Peacock River and flow into Lop Nur. In those years, I was young and strong, and I was also pulled to work as a river worker, and I built dams and rivers. The Tarim River was diverted, the water on our village was cut off, the wind and sand were flying, the fields could not be planted, and the days could not be lived, so we had to leave the homes where we had lived for generations.

Xinjiang was liberated, and the course of the Tarim River was changed, and I heard that the area of my hometown was better for a while. You ask me why Lop Nur has disappeared without a trace, alas, people were stupid at that time, they didn't know what ecology was not ecological at all, the construction of the frontier, the enthusiasm was quite high, the team was mighty, and the geological team found many underground mineral deposits in the Tarim River Basin, reclaimed farmland, opened mines and set up factories, so lively, cultivated land to water, mining to water, here to build reservoirs, there to build diversion canals, the river water is flowing loudly, flowing to farmland, flowing to mines, there is really a thriving atmosphere. Unexpectedly, the lower reaches of the Tarim River suffered, and the waters of Lop Nur shrank day by day, and finally dried up completely.

Not long ago, I worked as a guide for the expedition team, and I went to the place where I lived when I was a child, where there was not even a single grass, not even a bird, let alone a poplar forest, looking at the collapsed poplar forest, I felt distressed, the poplar tree I also planted with my own hands, and the sweat of my ancestors was in vain! Looking at the vast desert, I felt distressed, I squatted down and grabbed a handful of yellow sand, and said to the expedition members, you can't imagine, 80 years ago, this was my childhood paradise.

Hope it works for you.

Lop Nur, Lop Nur who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, such heavy memories, like layers approaching, gradually eating away at the sand and gravel of Lop Nur, heavy, pressed on the bottom of my heart. Thousands of years ago, the ancient city of Loulan, how prosperous, how magnificent, on the bank of Loulan, there is Lop Nur, the water is sweet and clear, the breeze comes slowly, but see the shadow of the trees under the water swaying, the fish play in it, and it is happy. Now, on the silk road, Loulan, Loulan through the ages, has fallen through the ages, the shore of Loulan, only the yellow sand is reckless, Lop Nur, has disappeared, under the yellow sand, only listen to the blue shadow in the pond more than 100 years ago, sigh sadly, such as crying and complaining.

When the moon falls under the yellow sand, we can hear the swimming fish playing at the bottom of the pool, through the heavy yellow sand, to us, there is a sad song for the ages.

My upbringing is like the history of Lop Nur's decline and fall. I grew up year by year, while Lop Nur grew up year by year, slowly, getting smaller. Finally, now, the fairy lake has passed away, and this miracle of nature has been quietly wiped out in a hundred years.

When I was a child, the moon reflected Lop Nur, the blue shadow was phosphorescent, and people sang and danced lightly on the lakeside, but now, everything is gone.

If you hadn't witnessed the changes in this vicissitudes of life, you would have heard the long sigh of hatred for a thousand years. I can't believe it - the fairy lake is gone, only the yellow sand is reckless, breaking through the sky, covering the already buried Loulan with another layer of dusky sand.

I wrote it myself, not on the Internet. Four hundred words is quite a lot. Hope you can use it.

Hehe! Brother, also a sophomore in junior high school, right?? I have an article, it's just too long, I'll call you slowly:

I am 108 years old this year, and when I was a child, I lived on the edge of Lop Nur, when Lop Nur was full of blue waters, and I often rowed on the lake! Rows of poplar forests, like the Great Green Wall. In summer, when the fields are rolling with golden wheat waves, Lop Nur is a good place at that time!

However, the good times did not last long, and in 1925, the Kuomintang wanted to divert the Tarim River and flow to the Peacock River. At that time, I was young and strong, and I was also pulled up to work as a river worker, and the Tarim River was diverted, and our village was left without water, so we had to leave the place where we had lived for generations. When Xinjiang was liberated, the Tarim River was diverted and rerouted, and my hometown was better for a while.

Alas! However, people at that time were stupid! I don't know what ecology is not ecological, the construction of the frontier, the enthusiasm is very high, and later the mine was discovered, the farmland was reclaimed, and the mine was opened and the factory was opened, but this all needs water!

Reservoirs are built here, canals are built there, farmland and mines are built, and it is really thriving! However, the lower reaches of the Tarim River suffered until one day, when Lop Nur also dried up, and not long ago, I worked as a guide for the expedition to my childhood home, where all the poplar forests had collapsed! I feel so distressed!

I have also planted it with my own hands, and the sweat of my ancestors has flowed in vain, looking at the vast desert, I feel distressed! I grabbed a handful of yellow sand and said to the expedition members: I can't think of it, right?

More than 80 years ago, it was my childhood paradise!

If I am fortunate enough to witness the vicissitudes of Lop Nur for a hundred years, I will tell them all the history and changes of Loulan, as well as what it has disappeared and why it has disappeared, and then leave a message for mankind.

My hometown is in Lop Nur and it is located on the edge of the Taklamakan Desert. When I was a child, there were herds of cattle and horses, surrounded by green forests, and the rivers were clear. There are green and golden wheat waves everywhere.

I used to play in Lop Nur in a small boat, and it was like a fairy lake, and the water was like a mirror. I remember a few wild ducks playing on the surface of the lake, fish gulls and other small birds singing happily, poplars growing on the shore of Lop Nur, and the trees are thriving. Poplar forests are a natural sanctuary and habitat for livestock and are the most "beautiful trees".

Now at the age of 100, I think of that happy childhood, that beautiful Lop Nur, and it was a real pleasure, but it didn't last long, when I was 17 years old, and it was 1925. The Kuomintang did not know why it diverted the Tarim River to flow northward, and the Peacock River flowed into Lop Nur. Due to the erroneous diversion, the lower reaches of the Tarim River are dry and short of water.

Because there is no water, the heavens and the earth cannot be planted, and life cannot be lived, 310 families in three villages fled the area. It was not until 1952, after the liberation, that the course of the Tarim River was renovated, and the ecological environment was improved. For the last 30 years, to build the frontier, so groups of people have come here.

The rapid increase in population has also increased the demand for water. The expanded arable land needs to be water, and the mining deposits need water. It's because people don't know what ecology is, let alone how to maintain it.

People desperately asked for water from the Tarim River. The tragedy finally happened, and after 30 years, Holop Nur disappeared. It is at one with the Taklamakan Desert.

The water is gone, the vegetation is gone, the animals are gone, and the fairy lake is gone. The once dense, clear water lake of poplars disappeared in an instant. My hometown, the oasis full of vitality, the greenery, and the clear rivers have gone to **, and who can restore her former appearance? Looking at the vast desert, I can't imagine that 80 years ago, there was still my happy childhood.

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En, the environmental pollution is very serious.

This is a question in a junior high school Chinese textbook.

2 The history of my upbringing is the history of Lop Nur's ups and downs.

3 From birth to 20 years old: From Sven Hedin's discovery of the fairy lake, the imagination should be rich, anthropomorphic, and emotional.

From 20 years old to 60 years old: deduct two diversions, "four blind" hazards, focusing on human destruction of Lop Nur.

From 60 years old l00 years old: deduct the good memories of my youth and youth, find the world back, and miss the hometown landscape that is haunted by my dreams. I beg God to give me another hundred years, the first hundred years Lop Nur has raised me, and the next hundred years, I will repay Lop Nur.

It's to tell the truth.