There are those poems about low carbon life, ancient poems about green and low carbon

Well, a new era, a new atmosphere, a new concept, a new consciousness.

Low carbon, you came from ancient times, more magical than the terracotta army;

You leap out of the morning glow, more beautiful than the sun;

You poured down from the clouds and mist, bringing together the sweetness and bitterness of the blue sky.

You come from the field and raise the hope of cultivation.

Low-carbon, you tell people that to beautify their homes, appreciate health, and live, you have to start with low-carbon.

Low carbon, a simple and simple name, for the warm countryside, for the greener mountains, for the harmony of the family, for the body to stand upright.

You are like a candle that illuminates others and burns yourself.

You are like nectar, nourishing the whole life, giving birth to a bountiful harvest.

If there is no low-carbon development, then there is the high-speed train of the Mercedes-Benz, the permafrost of the Qinghai-Tibet plateau, can it hold up the continuation of the traces of people?

If there is no low-carbon infiltration, then there are tranquil countryside and boiling cities?

How the peach tree bears fruit, ** can be orderly.

Energy conservation and environmental protection hold up the low carbon, worship civilization and lead me to you, energy saving is flowers, environmental protection is the flag.

Efficient emission reduction is a low-carbon generous tower, high efficiency is a monument, and emission reduction is the foundation.

Low carbon is better than the ancient legend, for the sake of the beard of the childlike crane, how can the purpose of reproduction be deviated.

Low carbon is the new song of the times, for the sake of lively children, how can we ignore the true cry of the present and the benefit of the future.

Low carbon is the driving force of innovation and development, for the rejuvenation of the country's prosperity and people's strength, how can we covet the wealth of Hongli.

Although the value of a piece of paper is small, it can measure the quality of people;

The significance of a drop of water is insignificant, but it is the carrier of energy that is conceived;

The efficiency of a little oil is shallow, but it is the power of the ship;

The light energy of one kilowatt-hour of electricity is fleeting.

But it can keep pace with the sun.

Ah, a piece of paper, a drop of water, a little oil, a kilowatt-hour of electricity.

It is the essence of low carbon.

I am convinced that if we don't understand the value of low carbon, there is no law of value.

Hard work, 100 times the effort, what kind of strange song will be.

I firmly believe that if we do not cherish the meaning of low-carbon, there will be no joy of life, yearning for life, looking forward to the future, how can we abandon it at will.

I am persistent, low-carbon covers a wide and boundless, where there is filth, there should be a condensation of care, where there is indulgence, there should be spit on, where there is greed, there should be a conscience, where there is theft, there should be a straight body.

The details of life are inextricably linked, low-carbon, but obsessed with being unique;

The branches of life are denser than ancient trees, low-carbon, but they can be among the gaps in the sun;

The lintel of life is bizarre and low-carbon, but it can find its own place.

Ah, low-carbon – because of you, the sugarcane forests of the south have fragrant honey!

Ah, low-carbon - because of you, the green yarn tent in the north has the seeds to be harvested!

In order to kill the enemy, the broadsword is no longer rusty, and the straight backbone is a heroic warrior;

In order for the roaring train to no longer stagnate, the crowded tide of migrant workers is the driving body of life;

In order to revitalize the melody is no longer silent, and they are all students who are eager to learn.

Ah, low carbon, extending from the bottom of the foot.

Low carbon starts with life.

Shame, shame, hope.

Personally, I think that most of the poems written by those pastoral poets are low-carbon life.

1. The grass hall has few flowers and wants to be planted today, regardless of the green plum and yellow plum.

From: Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu "Yi Xu Qing Looking for Fruit Planting".

Translation: There are very few flowers in the cottage, if you want to plant more, green plums and yellow plums are fine.

2. Ask where the canal is as clear as promised, for there is a source of living water.

From: Zhu Xi of the Southern Song Dynasty "Reading Books".

Translation: Why is the water in that pond so clear? It's because there is an inexhaustible source of living water for it.

Appreciation: The source of living water is continuous, the pool water can be crystal clear and reflect the blue sky and cloud shadow, and people can only moisten their souls and rejuvenate their spirits only by opening the book and reading often. To use the source of living water as a metaphor for reading and learning, we must insist on opening the book and constantly absorb new knowledge, so as to make progress with each passing day, and the meaning of the poem is profound!

3. The hunter begs for the injured goose at the bottom of the arrow, and the fisherman begs for live fish at the head of the rod.

From: Tang Dynasty Wang Jian's "Sending the Old Mountain Monk".

Translation: Hunters hunt geese with arrows, and fishermen catch fresh fish with rods.

4. The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon.

From: Northern Song Dynasty poet Lin Kui's "Mountain Garden Xiaomei".

Translation: The plum blossoms are sparse and falling, and the shadows cast by the oblique horizontal branches in the water. The delicate fragrance of plum blossoms after dusk is wafting.

Appreciation: "Dark Incense" writes that it is invisible and fragrant, coming with the wind, as interesting as hide and seek; "Floating" means that it comes and goes, and it is quite fairy-like; "Moonlight Dusk" has its wonderful backdrop.

5. The water is clear and the stone fish can be counted, and there are no birds in the deep forest.

From: Northern Song Dynasty writer Su Shi "La Ri Trip to the Lonely Mountain to Visit Huiqin Huisi Two Monks".

Translation: I walked in the mountains, the stream was clear, I saw the stones at the bottom of the water, and the fish came and went, and I could count them; There was no sign in the deep woods, only the noisy chirping of birds.