Street trees, I want to say 350 to you

Street trees, I want to say to you.

Green is also verdant, green is also green, the most is the loneliness of bowing your head, what is taken away is not noise, but what is left is silence.

Once upon a time, I wanted to say to you that you are so pedantic, so stupid, so unloving. Give up the grace of the peaks and feel the ordinariness of the road; I don't smell the freshness of the mountain stream, and breathe the turbidity of the city; Away from the tranquility of nature, listen to the hustle and bustle of this world. Lamentable!

Alas! It's a pity that you, the pride of the sky, have fallen with this. Perhaps, you also have something unspeakable.

Once upon a time, I wanted to say to you, let me be the grass beside you, by your side. I don't want to look sideways at this joy and sorrow, and I can't bear to look at this world coldly. Only add a touch of new green to this farce, and add a sense of gratitude.

Have mercy on the world, and there are many sorrows. Walking tree, I want to say to you, I admire your perseverance; I am grateful to you for your reluctance to protect you day and night. Although you are pedantic, stupid and unself-loving, it is precisely because of your reluctance that the roads in the city are no longer pale and the air in the city is no longer dirty.

I think I love you, love—not only for your majestic body, but also for the land you hold onto.

Street trees, I want to say to you.

Whenever I breathe in the fresh air, I can't help but boast about you!

Your hometown is a forest and nature, and you will be very happy there. With the green mountains as a companion, put on your "embroidered shoes", you will play with the birds, drink and sing with the mountain springs, and the white clouds, you will live very happily, you will be very comfortable, very idle.

You turn away from the honeymoon paradise and embrace the drudgery of the street tree. The vehicles of the city emit exhaust fumes without any scruples, and such gases are inhaled by you, and the fresh air is created, how bustling the city is, rows of lights flickering at night, restaurants, dance halls, bars are even more lively, and people are in it. And you only have to stand on the side of the road.

No one pays attention to you, only infinite loneliness, loneliness and sorrow belong to you.

You also have happy moments, when the sun has just woken up in the morning, when people just can't stop boasting about the freshness of the air.

Your efforts are for us, and your patience is for us.

For your "obsession", we will cherish this fresh air and beautiful environment.

Thank you, sad and happy street tree, thank you, street tree that has the courage to give without expecting anything in return!

I want to say to the street tree: "Street tree, you are really amazing, you gave up your beautiful and quiet home - the forest, only for us human beings, for us to stand in the dust of the city, in the thick exhaust gas, just want to enter your own strength, for us human beings to create the fresh air away from us, but we human beings still cherish it differently, ignore the fruits of your labor, give up the hard-won fresh air!" I am here to say to you firmly

I will definitely cherish the fruits of your labor, so that your hard work will not be in vain! I believe, and I firmly believe, that in the days to come, there will be more people like me who will cherish the fruits of your labor! I don't know if you've ever given up on us humans, but in the future, we'll be impressed! “

I can't help but boast about you whenever I breathe in the fresh air!

Your hometown is nature in the forest, where you live very happily, you will play with your friends, you will be very free and leisurely. The honeymoon paradise turns you away, but you gladly accept the drudgery of the street tree. The vehicles of the city have no scruples about emitting exhaust fumes, such gas you inhale in, and create fresh air, how prosperous the city is, rows of lights flickering at night, people are in it, and you only stand on the side of the road, no one pays attention to you, only infinite loneliness, loneliness and sorrow belong to you.

You have given so much for us, I will send you back to your hometown so that you can enjoy life. I would like to appeal to humanity that our fresh air is obtained by the trees themselves, and without the trees, there would be no life, and the world would perish. O human!

Please don't ignore the trees, let's take action together to give the trees a beautiful home.

Thank you, sad and happy street tree! Thank you, the street tree that has the courage to give without expecting anything in return!

I won't be either! Because I'm here to copy the composition. Sissy! ~~

Walking on the side of the noisy road, although the sun is scorching, I am secretly glad in the shade of your shade. But after stealing joy in my heart, I couldn't help but stop. Who brought me cool?

Who decorates the city? Who purifies the air in the city? There's only one answer – you lovely street trees!

You, an existence that is easy for us to ignore. In the car, you are whizzing past us in a straight line; In the shade of the trees, you stand quietly on both sides and pass quietly from our sight; In the sky, you stand densely on the ground and disappear from our sight. We humans all think that you should be on both sides of the road "the silkworms are dead in spring, and the wax torch is gray and tears are dry".

And then the obscurity is heavier than Tarzan's death.

Actually, street trees, you don't have to be afraid that you will be cut down, because people in the scorching sun will remember your shade; You don't have to be afraid that you will be destroyed, because people under the cloudy air will think of your purification. You may be unknown, but this is where your high wind and brightness lie. It is you who sketch a happy picture of "enjoying the shade under the tree"; It is you who construct a balance of fresh air on the roadside; It is you who have formed the harmonious development of an urban ecological environment!

I feel that the traffic police are like you who are quietly directing traffic on the road; I feel that the cleaning staff is as diligent as you are to contribute to the cleaning of people; I feel like researchers are as dedicated as you are to solving problems in the lab. Your character has long been present in the behavior of human life. You are the place of pride.

In the morning, I walked under the street trees, sucked in the fresh air, and said to you from the bottom of my heart: "Thank you!" ”