In the morning, the weather was clear, the air was fresh, the sun was shining, and there were white clouds floating in the blue sky. The birds chirped and I was ready to plant trees on the hillside with my tools.

When my classmates and I came to the hillside, we saw only a single old tree. I thought: what a good land! How can you waste it? We now plant hundreds of thousands of small trees, after more than twenty years, they grow up, become trees, that would be great!

The hillside is red with red flags, setting off a good battlefield for afforestation. Some raised their spades and dug pits; Some go far away to carry small trees; Some of them came from the river as fast as they could. And the shovel filled the hole. How hard they work! You see the students over there dont rest, they work hard, as if to turn the hillside into a forest. The girls here wear colorful clothes and are very energetic. Their braids were swinging in the wind, their little faces were red, and the sweat of their brow was like pearls.

Look! The schoolgirl straightened up the little tree. The monitor used a shovel to fill the hole with his foot. The girl poured water into the soil, the water seeped into the roots, and the little tree was full of water and nodded, as if to say: I will repay your kindness when I grow up.

When the task of planting trees was completed, I looked back and saw rows and rows of small trees standing in front of them. The small tree shook its head as the breeze blew, as if laughing. The bird chirps, as if to say: children, you really do! We were glad to see all this.