angela swinson
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Last week, a family
Last week, a family of three came to Dangkou ancient town to play. After entering, the flow of people like the tide in, the sparkling lake, there are many full of ships, and the Chinese quintessence - Beijing Opera lingering in our ears, a note seems to emerge in front of our eyes. An ancient building stands in front of my eyes, although it is built after, but when I see these buildings, it seems to have really come to the ancient times, a woman wearing cheongsam in the Republic of China appeared in front of my eyes. The trinkets in the shop brought back many memories of the past. Many times, I often think, the Chinese people's labor is imaginable! The flower in the pot is in full bloom, showing its charming body in the sun. A lot of people will go to see, some people will immediately take a picture with their phones, some people will smell, and some people will pick it off, smell it twice, and throw it away. Some people see will scold two sentences, some people see will stop, because this person's approach is too selfish, too uncivilized. If you said that to him, he would say, "Nothing. There's plenty more out there." Yes, there are many. If every one of China's 1.3 billion people is just like him, will there be enough flowers to pick? This is a scenic spot, not a home for anyone to do whatever they want. Besides, if you don't want it, just throw it in the trash. It will only ruin the environment. Then he would say; "Aren't there sanitation workers?" Yes, there are sanitation workers, but you are Chinese, this scenic spot belongs to China, should be protected with everyone's weak strength. Sanitation workers work for hours every day, regardless of wind, rain, temperature, can rely on their own a lift of the hand and leg, why bother sanitation workers? Whenever I see that long and wide road, it seems that I will see a group of workers dragging stones, cement in the labor. In the summer, the sweat rained down, and in the winter, their hands were still red with cold with gloves on. Every time I eat the plump rice, I seem to see farmers working under the sun. When I think of that man's behavior, I feel ashamed of him. The environment is everyone's, is to rely on everyone to maintain.
By angela swinson11 months ago in Confessions