Thinking of writing: Simplify task language directly. In narration, direct narration should be changed into indirect narration, and the language of characters should be simplified as much as possible. In this way, even if the plot is coherent, the sentence is "concise".

Skyscrapers, wide roads, and Mercedes-Benz sports cars.

It looks like a modern metropolis, but the sky is gray and there is no green at all. A breeze blew, and the dust covered the sky, making people unable to open their eyes. Everything is dead. Only "One Tree Garden" is very lively. There is a tree in the world, and this tree is me. The iron fence surrounded me, and the administrator took good care of me, planted me in the most fertile soil, and watered, fertilized and disinfected me on time.

Things are scarce, and people who come to see me are crowded. But how I wish the forest was beautiful! So I won't be so lonely. An old man sighed and said, "What's wrong with the world? There is not even a little green now, except this tree. "

The place where I used to live was shaded by trees, full of vitality and fresh air. But the good times didn't last long, and the lumberjack broke our beautiful dream. The wheels ruthlessly ran over the newly grown grass, and the lumberjack began to cut among a thousand-year-old tree. In this way, every tree was cut down. I was just a sick seedling, severely trampled by a lumberjack, and sarcastically said, "Such a broken tree can only be made into inferior products."

"The other loggers smiled. People regard the great contribution of trees to mankind as a joke. Trees absorb carbon dioxide, make oxygen, keep out sandstorms and reduce sandstorms. But people use wood to make many things, make furniture and cut down too many trees. How many forests are "eaten" every year? I am so lonely now.

Wan Li has no compatriots; There are no happy birds and butterflies to play with me; There are no flowers blooming under my feet. What accompanied me became the last fog I wanted to see. People are always stubborn.

One day, the smog problem was so serious that it was suffocating! Carrying heavy oxygen tanks and wearing oxygen masks, the expedition bent down to look for "survivors" in the cut-down Woods. A man saw a faint green light and shadow shaking in the fog, and immediately shouted, "There is a tree here."

The expedition is going to move me to other places. They planted me in a bottle prepared in advance, in the most fertile soil, in a truck, in a "tree garden" and in the yard. Surprise. They woke up from their dreams and turned to protect me. Only now did they realize their mistakes.

I don't want to recall those terrible things. Thirdly, I want to appeal to mankind: "Things are rare, and green should never be rare." Without green, neither you nor I have a good home. "