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Early morning carriage, quiet and laid-back. A cold wind blew on the face. The surface of the lake looks innocent. Rouge dyed with pottery glaze. Quietly, without a trace of waves.

In the blink of an eye, the car stopped in front of a noodle restaurant. The vermilion gate was stunned and engraved with bronzing red letters, and the fragrance of millet wafted in. Pots and pans collide.

Walk into the store. Surrounded by this dissolved antique. Four rectangular tables in mahogany, each with six light yellow rocking chairs.

The proprietress is the same as before, and it's still fried fish noodles! I told her with a grin.

Soon the noodles came up, with a ginger underneath lined with chopped green onions. I was about to take the chopsticks, and I couldn't help but wonder, usually when I come to eat noodles, I only have disposable chopsticks, and the noodle seller is enthusiastically taking care of the customers, but I am contemplative. Now that you have ordinary wooden chopsticks, which pair should you use?

When the proprietress was done, I hurriedly asked her, "Auntie, how did you change your chopsticks?" ''Auntie smiled and said:''

"Isn't it about environmental protection now, we have a lot of customers, and we have to use more than 10,000 pairs of chopsticks a year, so how many trees have to be cut down is too wasteful." It's better to reuse! ''I can't help but be surprised that I don't usually feel like I've eaten a lot of disposable chopsticks.

It's staggering to know the numbers. There are several stores in the city, all over the country, all over the world. If this continues, there will be only a few years left, and the number of people in the world will be numbered.

Now, I didn't hesitate to choose wooden chopsticks. When I went back a few days later, I found that there were only wooden chopsticks in the chopstick holder. Disposable chopsticks are completely gone. I was relieved.

It's just such a small thing as eating, have you ever thought that it is related to the survival of the earth? The word environmental protection is not far away for us, and it is even close at hand.

Fourth grade...

An old man ... Pick up garbage, what are you doing to help passers-by... What I thought in my heart.

It's OK to write clearly

It happened one afternoon in the summer. The sun hung high in the air like a big ball of fire, without a hint of wind. The flowers and plants all bowed their heads listlessly, drowsy.

Even the asphalt road was softened, and a deep wheel mark was printed, and I was walking on the way from school, wearing a hat, but still sweating all over my face, how I longed to eat ice cream to quench my thirst!

As I walked, I saw a group of people in front of me buying ice cream, and I felt unbearably thirsty, so I squeezed into the crowd and bought one. Took a bite of ice cream and wow!

It's so comfortable, cold from head to toe. I threw the ice cream paper away, and it fluttered right outside the peel box. I had the heart to run over to pick it up, and then I thought: Forget it, isn't it just an ice cream paper, nothing remarkable, so I continued to walk forward.

Pass. After a while, I came to a fork in the road and saw a little boy of five or six years old running towards his mother with an ice cream. While running, he shouted: "Mom, here you go!" He ran up to his mother and brought the ice cream to her mouth with one hand.

One hand threw the ice cream paper to the ground, and his mother leaned over to pick it up and said, "Father-in-law of the land loves cleanliness as much as you do, and if you get his clothes dirty, he will be angry." It's up to all of us to keep it hygienic, and there's a peel box over there, and mom and you throw the ice cream into the box.

With that, they walked up to the crate and threw the ice cream paper in.

Looking at this scene, my face suddenly turned red to the base of my neck, and the demeanor, words and deeds of the mother and son were like a stone, breaking the peace of my mind. The ice cream in my mouth, somehow, didn't feel cool at all. Not only that, but I felt unusually hot, my face had nowhere to hide, and my body had nowhere to hide.

Hide, my heart is like an overturned five-flavor bottle, bitter, spicy, sweet and salty, I can't tell what kind of taste it is. I looked at the distant backs of the mother and son, and felt that I was missing something, and that I was too small to raise my head ......

In the days that followed, the weather continued to be hot, and a heat wave surrounded the city. As always, when I'm thirsty, I buy an ice cream to beat the heat. I just didn't let the ice cream wrapper flutter in the wind, but carefully put it in the bin.

I calmly savored the sweetness and coolness of the ice cream.

A letter from the future to the present.

If I were—

If the world is apocalyptic.

If you don't have to sleep 24 hours ......