Every time the tinkling spring water clicks on the keyboard of my soul, it reveals the vibrant and colorful nature. The pasture of the soul is a scene full of vitality; nature should be nourished by lively springs.
While humans are seeking resources from nature, we should not forget that dirty wastewater has made the lively spring water lose its vitality, and the choking poisonous gas has made nature lose its pleasant color. The bare trees are still complaining about the ruthlessness of acid rain, and the lovely mountain springs are still complaining about their inability to treat sewage. However, at this time, nature is angry.
Nature, the mother who knows love and hate and hates evil as much as hatred, cannot bear to see the gray smoke covering the green ocean, cannot bear to lose the touching notes of the mountain spring, and cannot bear to become a human sacrifice one day.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
