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Looking up, I found myself in a strange and unfamiliar world.
Towering buildings loomed on every side, with no sign of greenery in sight—only
dust swirling in the wake of speeding cars. I longed to see water, a river
perhaps, but all I saw were dry, cracked surfaces. I searched for the silhouette
of mountains in the distance, but they were gone. And when I looked up at the
sky, all I could see were heavy, rolling clouds—dark and lifeless.
Lowering my head, I walked the familiar path back home and opened the same old
door. I sat at my desk, flipped through the pages of my calendar, and realized
there were only a few thin sheets left. Was it already the end of the year? Was
it really winter? I glanced at the thermometer: 27 degrees Celsius. Mid-winter,
yet still so warm?
Leaning on the windowsill, I watched cars flow endlessly along the road, and a
wave of melancholy washed over me. Just two years ago, this place had been
filled with trees and lush grass. A small river ran nearby, where fish swam
freely. I could lift my head and see a sky painted blue, dotted with soft, white
clouds. If I listened closely, I could hear birds singing in the trees.
But now? Steel and glass had taken the place of trees. The earth, once alive
with green, was now covered in dull concrete and red brick. The river had been
buried beneath a highway, where cars rushed by without pause. The sounds of
nature had been drowned out by the roar of engines and the clamor of city life.
Even the weather had changed: in summer, the sun barely shone through thick,
unmoving clouds—and yet it didn’t rain. In winter, the skies stayed grey, but
the air remained strangely warm.
“People say life is good—look, even winter feels like spring!” But do they
realize that this warmth is the price of environmental destruction? With no
trees left to absorb carbon dioxide, and factories continuing to spew pollution,
the CO₂ in the air has reached alarming levels.
Yes, winter has become warmer—but the world has become poorer for it. Shouldn’t
we stop and think about what we’re doing to the planet? When the last tree
falls, will we finally pause? When the final patch of green disappears, will we
understand what we've lost? Once the plants are gone, humanity’s end may not be
far behind.
A warm winter shouldn’t make us feel happy—it should make us uneasy. A cold
winter is a true winter. When winter loses its chill, it's nature sending us a
message: Protect the environment. Stop the destruction. |
