When I inadvertently looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, I no longer simply looked at the blue sky and white clouds at that time, but unconsciously felt hurt by looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle for a while, and then took out a selfie on my cell phone. I think I am not a selfie maniac, I am not a narcissist, but in different times, it is no longer listening to Love Music 1990 with headphones, but all kinds of DJ hot dishes. Forgive me that I really have no self-control, but I still remember the blue sky, white clouds, green waters and green mountains.
When we were young, we rode simple bikes together to go to the campus not far or near, there were no all kinds of gasoline-fueled cars, sports cars, and even some of them had become flying people. At that time, we did not have the slightest comparison. What we could compare was our examination papers that year. Who remembered who had already finished the homework assigned by the teacher, instead of the various places where we practice now? regardless of how their jobs are, they need all kinds of so-called pure water after softening, not to say that all kinds of water still need to be treated in N before it can be discharged. I still remember that at that time, we went to the river by the village to wash clothes, catch fish, catch crabs, and catch grasshoppers in the woods. I heard that the lake in the village has been sold into a small farm specializing in freshwater fish, and there will be no other superfluous creatures, because the ecosystem in it has long been destroyed and the whole biological chain has been shortened early. there will be no more kelp, no more fish and crabs, and all kinds of tadpoles.
And the mountain that I liked to climb most when I was a child also became a special farm for wild deer. I don't know where it came from, but few people could take a look at what the deer looked like. because layers of steel wire mesh block our view and distance, today's children really don't rush in like climbing trees, because trees, those peach trees, those apricot trees, those plum trees. Those pear trees and those apple trees have all turned into high and strong rows of persevering poplars that have been closed for three hundred years.
The slope of the mountain has become a ski resort in the ice and snow era, and the well drilled by the uncle of the people's Liberation Army in the village has become the first water source of a picking garden, and the clouds in the village have become black smoke blowing from a factory in the upwind road.
It's just that sometimes I still unconsciously think of the original blue sky, white clouds, green water and green mountains.
Author: Hello, today
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