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Green water, green mountains, evergreen mountains, mist, crisp wind around the side. The flowers bloom in the morning, and there is a glow in the twilight. When the fragrance is beautiful, it cannot be hurt. I only hate the rivers, the turbid waters flow in all directions. Birds fly and mourn

author:Peng Gongzi with a dream

Green water and green mountains are long

The green mountains are clouded with mist, and the crisp wind surrounds the side.

The flowers bloom in the morning, and there is a glow in the twilight.

When the fragrance is beautiful, it cannot be hurt.

I only hate the rivers, the turbid waters flow in all directions.

Birds flew and complained, and trees faded away.

Swimming fish are more worried, and it is difficult to shelter.

The grass is afraid of being trampled by the feet, and the flowers are tired of hand sores.

Helplessness is too small to protect the city and the countryside.

Although the earthly world is vast, there are also borderlands.

It is easy to exhaust resources, so now we should panic.

Cut down and do it in a haphazard manner, and do not drain the river from the waste residue.

Do not throw away discards, and put them in the recycling bin.

Plant seedlings and afforestation, and the air will become more fragrant.

We should abide by the national policy, and we should abide by the party constitution.

Sustainability and development, the task is heavy and the road is long.

Therefore, sighing in the heart, the people are rich in Huaxiachang.

Green water, green mountains, evergreen mountains, mist, crisp wind around the side. The flowers bloom in the morning, and there is a glow in the twilight. When the fragrance is beautiful, it cannot be hurt. I only hate the rivers, the turbid waters flow in all directions. Birds fly and mourn
Green water, green mountains, evergreen mountains, mist, crisp wind around the side. The flowers bloom in the morning, and there is a glow in the twilight. When the fragrance is beautiful, it cannot be hurt. I only hate the rivers, the turbid waters flow in all directions. Birds fly and mourn
Green water, green mountains, evergreen mountains, mist, crisp wind around the side. The flowers bloom in the morning, and there is a glow in the twilight. When the fragrance is beautiful, it cannot be hurt. I only hate the rivers, the turbid waters flow in all directions. Birds fly and mourn
Green water, green mountains, evergreen mountains, mist, crisp wind around the side. The flowers bloom in the morning, and there is a glow in the twilight. When the fragrance is beautiful, it cannot be hurt. I only hate the rivers, the turbid waters flow in all directions. Birds fly and mourn

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