植树节造林的英语散文诗歌

三月，春暖花开，万物复苏，蜜蜂被蝴蝶包围，青草长莺飞，植树造林。今天是植树节。所有的人都动员起来一起种树！今天小编在这给大家整理了一些植树节造林的英语散文诗歌，我们一起来看看吧!

植树节造林的英语散文诗歌1

Just in March

Just today

The wind is green

Laughter is green

The song is green

Plant a piece of grass with your heart

It will be green and green

Plant a tree with love

It will leave a green shade

Once faced with the barren desert

Listen to the raging sand

How many persistent dreams have been buried

Once faced with barren hills

Look at the merciless flash floods

How many beautiful hopes have been washed away

When the lingering spring rain is wet in the eyes

When the screaming thunder explodes in the sky

So-

A green dream

It is brewing again in March

A green hope

I set off today again

植树节造林的英语散文诗歌2

If I were a small tree,

I hope to plant it on campus,

Dress up our beautiful campus,

Grow up with your classmates.

If I were a small tree,

I want to plant it on the side of the road,

Absorb harmful substances in the atmosphere,

To protect mankind from it.

If I were a small tree,

I hope to go to the vast desert,

Create oasis and reappear paradise.

If I were a small tree,

I hope more birds will inhabit it.

Singing the hymn of spring.

If I were a small tree,

I want to absorb the nutrients of the earth greedily,

Grow into a towering tree,

Contribute one's own strength to the motherland.

植树节造林的英语散文诗歌3

At the top of the mountain,

By the river,

On the main road,

We planted small pine trees,

We planted small willows,

We planted poplars,

Let the little pine trees, the little willow trees,

Arm to arm.

Let small willow trees and small poplar trees,

Shoulder to shoulder.

Surrounding the village,

Surrounding the city,

Build a series of green walls.

Tell the sand:

Goodbye!

Don't you break into the village again,

Don't you break into the street again,

Don't you break into the factory again.

Put you in the archives of history,

Let people forget your crazy appearance.

Say to the bird:

Come on!

Fly to the lush branches,

Fly to the bright garden,

Fly to the beautiful pond.

Open your throats and sing,

Sing the beautiful green scenery!

Little pine tree,

Little willow,

Populus simonii,

Standing on the top of a high mountain,

Standing by the river,

Stand by the main road.

They tell people a story

Tree planting day story,

There is a flaming red scarf shining in the story ...

植树节造林的英语散文诗歌4

Transform the old mountains and rivers of the motherland,

It turns into an oasis.

Even five mountains and silver hoes fall,

Greening everywhere and singing everywhere.

Pine, fir, bamboo, flowers and fruits,

Peach, plum, orange and pomelo piled in Man Cang.

The fresh fruits of the four seasons are unbeaten,

All eight festivals are fruity.

Developing economic forests in mountainous areas,

Every household runs a well-off life.

The mountains are beautiful and the waters are green.

Outstanding achievements in flood control and drought resistance.

The shade barrier shields the wind and sand,

I like to see a good harvest every year.

Beautiful scenery is not bad,

A stream of green trees and a bay of flowers,

Qiu Lai gardens pick golden fruits,

Afforestation can make a fortune.

Express your pride in the flowers,

Singing folk songs in the green trees.

植树节造林的英语散文诗歌5

Hold March in your hand

Then daydream

You will feel

It's a magical shade

It's just that this March is very long.

A nation has irrigated it for thousands of years

Another March after thousands of years

Still barren and bald, walk in

Call article of forestry minister or party newspaper

And this shade is also very heavy

Generations have fantasized about moving it into balconies and houses

However, strength always gives up halfway

Shady helpless, sorry

Unexpectedly hiding in people's anxious desire

Perhaps the winter frost continues in the warm weather

Perhaps because the spring is watching the summer sun

What's more, there are short picks and hoes dancing with greed

What's more, there are ignorant sawtooth ferocious destruction

And hope can not shorten the length of March

And waiting can't reduce the weight of the shade

Or hold the palm of your hand in March

Then think

You will feel

The heart is sprouting with the cry of hardship