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I grew up in a small mountainous county in eastern Zhejiang. From the moment I can remember, I really like to play with the little friends in the forest. I was hiding beside my father and mother, and they sheltered me from the wind. At that time, I envied my brothers and sisters because their canopy crowns always attracted many animals to live Marlboro Lights. After the first time the little sparrow settled in his brother's home, he stepped forward and walked forward with the eight-step step. I first saw the sparrow who was not walking. After mixing with the little sparrow, I often invite him to be a guest, and he is willing to help me drive the pests. In this way, I grew up in the autumn with my friends, and I made my own pine cones. Blowing in the cool breeze, I shook my body and dropped a bunch of fresh fruit. Just as I was excited to treat the cute squirrels, I heard the sound of the motor coming from afar. People came to us with huge tools, and the sparrows began to scream, and the squirrels fled in all directions at the same time. At this moment, there was a roar of mechanical noise in my ear. I saw a neighbor in the distance being cut by a felling saw. The finely broken tree dust and dust flew together, covering my eyes. My mother grabbed my face and prevented me from seeing this bloody scene, but I could still clearly hear the weeping from nearby. I know that the neighbors are accepting the shackles of the machine and suffering from terrible suffering. They swayed the last leaves and tried to ask the sun; they shook all the dust, but they had to play the elegy of parting. I forgot how this day ended. I only remember that sad emotions swept over and covered my throat. The leaves of the mountains seemed to be yellow overnight. Now, I finally believe how terrible and pathetic people say "night whiteheads" Carton Of Cigarettes. However, we are pine trees, and we are not able to be defeated by the "three friends of the cold" who have not been chilled by the cold and have not withered. Regrettably, the lumberjacks did not seem to be scared away by our imposing spirit. They still drove a big truck and went back and forth. They transported many of my companions late in the autumn, and the days were so sad and happy. Lived. My pine cones feed a little squirrel who can't find her mother. She bounces on my branches every day, and she is very happy, and I enjoy watching her holding a pine cone. Sadly, my family was cut down and transported away by the woods overnight. At the beginning of the morning, I saw a few bare stumps, and everything disappeared like a dream. The little sparrow, who was originally stationed at his brother's house, fluttered to me and said with sorrow: "I have to go because I can't call a place where no big trees can live. I lost my home overnight. I lost. Family and friends, without companionship and no dependence, and some are just the canopy that they have not completely stretched out - they can only give a nest of squirrels to settle down Marlboro Gold. Maybe I am not tall enough, so humans let me go. I am alone. I stayed in the open forest, no one competed with me for the sun, and vying for the groundwater. At the same time, no one told me to laugh and laugh on the sunny day, and saw the mushrooms in the rainy days and broke through the clouds. The clouds crossed the sky and covered. A layer of sunshine. I am active and active, stretching another leaf on the top. Nowadays, I have become a towering tree. For decades, some young saplings have been growing in the forest. People who realized the seriousness of the situation were awakened, began to pay attention to the imbalance of ecological balance, and transplanted some ��foreigners��. After I experienced the forest catastrophe, I became the oldest tree here. Nowadays, more and more animals are thriving in the woods, and our big family has become alive. I like the valley after the rain. The valley after the rain is light and light, like an ink painting, between the mountains. Sending a subtle echo, the grass is smiling, the mountains and rivers are gentle. I like to see the flowers and the land, like a pavilion like a canopy tree, there is a small kingfisher parked on the branch. I like the cool wind in the mountains, like the stream Every inch of the swaying is bright, like the scenery hidden in the time gap, like a child sitting down on my trunk, the top of the tree is full of light. I know that the forest is slowly getting better and slowly regaining vitality. I hope I can live longer, because I want to see a better world. Dear people, please don't cut me down into a small boat, I don't want to soak in the sea all day long; don't take my animals Friends rush to kill, so the world will lack too much excitement; please don't start to cherish and miss the days of our existence after losing us. I am a lush pine tree, in this sunshine flash Summer, struck up a grand rhapsody. Let us be friends.
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