Arbor Day Essay! Note: Point and surface combination

The annual Arbor Day is just around the corner, and we're starting to protect our trees and trees. Most of the people think that trees and trees should only be protected on Arbor Day, but my view is the opposite, we should not only protect trees and trees on Arbor Day, but also protect trees and trees all the time.

Hundreds of millions of years ago, when the earth was owned by animals, plants flourished, and everywhere was full of life, full of green, but after the emergence of humans, whose IQs were far higher than those of other animals, plants decreased dramatically as if by magic. That's because humans cut down trees to build houses. In some cases, large numbers of trees have been cut down to make way for the construction of buildings.

Nature is destroyed because many people cut down forests and trees without permission.

There are many disadvantages of cutting down trees. Everyone knows that trees can recycle carbon dioxide.

If a large number of trees are cut down, the number of trees will decrease dramatically, and the carbon dioxide we exhale cannot be recycled. Dense trees can keep out sandstorms.

Two years ago, Beijing was hit by sandstorms, and the whole city was covered in sand, which was also caused by the lack of protection of trees.

Everyone knows the Central Plains Two Bay City! It used to be in a dilapidated place, the tiles of the bungalows were one hole in the east and one hole in the west, the doors were made of a wooden plank, and the streets were full of garbage and dirty. Now the Central Plains Liangwan City has built apartments and buildings, the river water is crystal clear, and the willows are on the riverside.

With the gentle swaying of the breeze, this is the realization of respecting nature and protecting the environment.

The importance of the matter. I hope that everyone can protect the woods, protect the trees, and add a little greenery to the life of the city!

Dad first loosened the soil in the pit with a shovel, and I carefully put the willow saplings into the pit, and when Dad filled in the soil, we stepped on the soil with our feet. The sapling was fixed, and finally the mother took water from a ladle of water and watered it. In this way, with the concerted efforts of our whole family, the little tree was finally planted.

Family affection is an eternal theme. It is this family affection that is thicker than water that accompanies us through every unforgettable day and composes our colorful life.

Through that window of history, I peeked, I saw the family affection, and saw the stories of the past, the present and the future.

More than 100 years ago, thunderstorms, torrential rains, raging winds rushed to the small boat carrying the child, the child and the mother on the shore cried heartbreakingly, but to no avail, so the flesh and blood were separated, and the wind was howling, it sneered at this scene, laughing at the emaciated mother who could not change the fate of the separation of flesh and blood. Not only did I see this century-old tragedy, but on the other side of the window, I saw the thoughts of the heavens in the days when flesh and blood were separated. The stars are changing, and the years have passed, but they are thousands of miles apart, and they are also separated by the thoughts of mother and son.

Yes, how can family affection be diluted by distance and time! In the long night, the fishing boat was lit with fishing lanterns, and through this faint firelight, the son seemed to see the thin figure of his mother as she watched with tears. "Mother", my great mother, I must return to you!

Hope" made the son believe that the darkness would one day be dispelled by the bright sun, and finally on a sunny morning, the little fishing boat sailed into the harbor where he was born, and the mother and son wept and rippled, and were very excited, and the window of history watched quietly, and it was proud of the mother, and for the son. It remembers the joy and tears of that moment.

However, I found that my mother still had a trace of depression hidden under this joy. It turned out that the mother also had a son, his name was Taiwan, and although Taiwan and his mother were only separated by a gorge, they could not fall into the arms of their mother. His eyes were full of helplessness.

On a dying tree next to the window of history, a bird with a wounded wing cried: "Mom, I want to go home, go home .......""The cry of the bird makes the heart ache of all who hear it. Ah, I saw that the mother of the wounded bird flew to save her child, and the mother bird was tired of flying to find the bird, but at the moment she did not stop, but was busy treating the bird's injuries and finding food for the bird.

At last the little bird was healed and flew in the air with his mother, and looked around: the old dead tree had sprouted new shoots under the moisture of the rain.

The wind is clear, the clouds are quiet, the sky is blue, and the grass is green. Because of family affection, the world becomes wonderful; Because of family affection, mother and son will be reunited.