I put forward an environmental protection plan.

Guo Xuebo, a crying grassland and desert literature writer, has created a series of profound and incisive environmental novels with desert themes with his unique growing background and psychological feelings in recent years, which has injected a shot in the arm into China's weak environmental literature. His feelings and his call sign have profound significance and great enlightenment for China in the future. The following is the author's speech when the anthology is about to be published. Inner Mongolia occupies four of the eight deserts in China, covering an area of over 400 million mu! Moreover, they are constantly expanding the territory of the sand at a speed of about 5 million mu every year, and continue to fight, just like Temujin and Nurhachi in those days, they have a tendency to swallow the south and roll the west. Whenever the spring wind roared through the buildings of the city, people who enjoyed it never thought about what the wind planted along the way; Whenever dust breaks into your eyes and stains your clothes, busy people never think about where the dust comes from and what it will do; When people huddle in cement nests and rush about for petty profits all day, those foreign things-dust and sand-are quietly scattered in every corner of the cement jungle. Just like the ancient city of Ebra, which once buried100000 people in the Shamian Plain of Syria, we are not far from being swallowed up by the whole concrete forest. This is not an alarmist. The air you breathe all the time, besides the rancid industrial waste gas such as carbon dioxide, sulfur dioxide and hydrogen fluoride, there are colorless, odorless and untraceable dust and fine sand that are hurting your lungs and life. So where do these violent and stable dust come from? I tell you now, most of them come from my hometown-the Inner Mongolia sandy land across the whole northern China-the prairie in the past. I am ashamed that I have contributed so much crazy dust to my hometown. Some people may say that they have only heard of the Inner Mongolia Prairie and have never been to the Inner Mongolia Sandy Land. Then I'll give you some place names recorded from west to east: Alashan Desert, Maowusu Desert, Badain Jaran Desert, Bayannaoer Sandy Land, Horqin Sandy Land, Erdos Sandy Land, Xilingol Grassland and Hulunbeier Grassland. These places that were abandoned to the city after being reclaimed by millions of educated youth construction corps have now become countless small sandy lands, and Inner Mongolia accounts for four of the eight desert sandy lands in China, covering an area of over 400 million mu! Moreover, they are constantly expanding the territory of the sand at a speed of about 5 million mu every year, and continue to fight, just like Temujin and Nurhachi in those days, they have a tendency to swallow the south and roll the west. This is not an alarmist. For the time being, no matter which animal husbandry economy is advanced or which agricultural economy is backward. For the time being, we don't care whether the rulers of the past adopted "emigrating to the frontier" or "supporting the frontier" for the sake of national integrity, security and preventive measures. The key problem is how the influx faces this pure frontier grassland. Should we respect the nature of the universe and form an eternal local living state and law according to our own laws, or should we impose the lifestyle formed by the natural conditions of the mainland on that land? Obviously, people have chosen the latter in recent centuries. Don't you know that grassland is called grassland because it is only the original of grass, not the original of agriculture? The top soil of grassland vegetation is only one foot thick, and the bottom is all sand. In the first few years after reclamation, grain will grow, and after five, eight, ten and twenty years, it will be submerged by sandstorms and gradually become barren land. Trees can't even grow on grasslands. Why? Because the annual precipitation on the grassland is pitiful, it can only maintain the needs of grass, but not the needs of trees and forests. Some people don't believe that once trees were planted on the grassland, the trees only grew as thick as teacups, and then they never grew up. And dozens of square meters of grass around have died and become bare land, because the water and nutrients of grass have been absorbed by a tree with a thick teacup. In order to oppose land reclamation and grassland reclamation, there have been countless heroes on the grassland, such as Shedamelin Uprising, Taogetao Uprising and Duguilong Movement. They waged an epic struggle against feudal princes, old rulers, warlords and bureaucrats. Of course, their arms can't twist their thighs, and they are usually narrowly called "bandits" and "localism and ethnic division" to destroy them and punish them. What they oppose is the imposition of another way of life, the ignorant trampling of the agricultural economy on the animal husbandry economy, and their opinions to protect the grassland from becoming a sandy desert. Whether it is "fixing the border" or "raising the border", we must respect the natural laws of the grassland, and God's will cannot be violated. This is the least truth. Ignorance and ignorance are sometimes invincible, especially when they are overwhelmed by truth. Therefore, there are so many desert sandstorms in Inner Mongolia prairie, especially in the last hundred years. This is recorded in the United Nations, and it is well documented. Hometown people call the tiller "can chew for a long time" (Minister of Land Reclamation), and after chewing, nothing grows. The village where I was born is called animal husbandry. According to historical records, it used to be the hunting ground of Nurhachi before the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, with green grass and continuous mountains. Now, there is a big desert behind our village, called "Taming Chagan Desert", which means "the sand of hell". It is twenty or thirty miles wide, hundreds of kilometers long and covers an area of several hundred thousand mu. This is a vast expanse of whiteness, and nothing grows. I grew up in Horqin sandy land. For more than 40 years, I have witnessed how the green grassland turned into yellow sand year after year and how my parents treated it. The F3 generation and the influx "chewed" the plow tip into the bare land and "chewed" it into the barren sand. We call this land Shatuo there. This year, an unprecedented flood occurred in my hometown, and an unprecedented mudslide in grassland history came overnight, taking away villages, people, animals and farmland. Some "clay figurines" who narrowly escaped the mudslide looked at the houses and furniture floating with "clay corpses" in amazement and asked heaven: How can there be mudslides on the grassland? That's a real pity. There is no grass, no vegetation, bare yellow sand and Gobi and poor farmland with extensive planting and poor harvest everywhere. When there is a flood, there will be no mudslides. Is it a stone flow? Still expect it to flow with the clear water of Ming Che? The village where I was born is called herding. According to historical records, it used to be the hunting ground of Nurhachi before the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, with green grass and continuous mountains. Now, there is a big desert behind our village, called "Taming Chagan Desert", which means "the sand of hell". It is twenty or thirty miles wide, hundreds of kilometers long and covers an area of several hundred thousand mu. It is white and nothing grows. There is a sparse forest belt and a long and narrow farmland between the village and the desert. In order to build a clean new socialist countryside when studying in Dazhai, all the farmers scattered in the Nanhe River Basin moved to live in the forest belt that was cut in half. Neat is neat, but the desert is flooded without stopping. Ancestors prefer to live in ditches and ridges and plant trees to prevent sand in the north of the village. Later generations cut down the trees of their ancestors in order to build a new countryside. Nowadays, these descendants always frown, fearing that one day when they are asleep, the sandstorm will bury them. There is a river in front of our village, called Yangyu River, which originates from the foot of a sand mountain in Naiman Banner in the west, twists and turns, flows through the vast Horqin sandy land of 800 miles, and flows into the West Liaohe River and the East China Sea. This river is now full of sediment every year, and its bed is very high. The growing desert on both sides is eroding it every minute, and it is almost sucked dry. Every time I go back to the village, I sit on the sand bank of this river, lost in thought, thinking back to the grassy grove and the foxes and rabbits running around when I was a child, and I can't help feeling, "Where have all the foxes gone?" Looking back at the terrible demonic "Taming Chagan Desert" in the north of the village is even more unbearable. It can devour the village and my father's bones at any time. A friend said that my bald pen "wrote all the desert customs", but I didn't know it was "blood" and "tears". I don't know when I started to be called "ecological literature writer" or "desert novel writer". When Sand Fox was first published on 1985, I didn't think about the topic of "ecological literature", but just wanted to show the living conditions and destiny of people and animals in my hometown to the world. In fact, it seems a little simple and mechanical to divide literature into this "field" and that "region", and we don't have to argue about the function of literature. My writing is just "sand" flowing in my veins and "sand" spitting out. When Sand Fox was reprinted more than 20 times at home and abroad, secretly changed into a radio drama more than ten years later the year before last, and won the first prize of the national "Five One Project" radio drama three times, what surprised me was not the boldness of the adapter, who even dared to delete the original author's name and won the grand prize in a deceptive way, which was as big as China. To my surprise, the so-called "ecological literature" and the non-mainstream environmental novel The Sand Fox can also get in. At the same time, I am also glad that the sand fox still has some "artistic values" that have been circulated for more than ten years. So when Soul of the Desert won the first prize of Taiwan Province United Daily News Literature Award, I said in my speech: "This is not only my personal comfort and encouragement, but also my fellow villagers who are still living in harsh natural environment and fighting against sandstorms. They deserve the reward most. " This is by no means false. Some friends say that my bald pen "writes the desert amorous feelings", but how do I know that it is the amorous feelings of "blood" and "tears"? Mr. Wang Meng prefaced me with the topic "Need Guo Xuebo". I'm scared and should be encouraged. But then I thought, how immature and powerless my call sign was in the face of the overwhelming sandstorm and the vicissitudes of grassland turning into yellow sand! Even if one's work is falsified and tampered with, and he wins the grand prize, he can't redress his grievances, let alone others. At most, I try to keep spitting "sand". I take my son back to his hometown every year and plant a tree in the desert in the north of the village. The son asked: Can you live? I replied: yes, as long as it is devoted. The son asked: Can this sand be cured? I replied: it can be cured. Haven't you learned that Yu Gong moves mountains? During the flood season this summer, I embarked on the road back to my hometown. Walking in the ruins of black and yellow snake-shaped villages swept by mudslides, stroking the mud heads of orphans, my eyes blurred; Looking at the sandy land in the northern part of the village and some old willows with bald crowns and bent by the wind and sand, my eyes blurred; My eyes are blurred when farmers and plow tips surge like locusts after devouring this wasteland; I covered my chest and cried to the sky: You created such a beautiful grassland, why did you create such a stupid pioneer? It has been proved that desertification is the most terrible and destructive of the four major crises facing mankind: energy crisis, environmental pollution, population explosion and desertification of the earth. One fifth of the world's land has been completely desertified, and one quarter of the world's land is being desertified. It is no exaggeration to call desertification the cancer and AIDS of the earth. I really want to shake my arm and shout like a big shot: stop! Those who are still farming in Hulunbeier grassland, Xilingol grassland and Huolinhe grassland in the north of Horqin and their descendants, put down your iron plows quickly! Do you really have the heart to erase the last grassland from Chinese territory? Do you still want to create a former Loulan State in northern China? Please open the topographic map of China and have a look. The green back of that chicken has turned yellow now! I don't know how our children and grandchildren felt when they inherited a country with no grasslands and only vast yellow sand land. That is not their sorrow, but the sorrow of their ancestors. They pointed to our graves and said: These incompetent, ignorant and shameless ancestors, under the long yellow sand, our bones will always tremble and never escape this cold curse. I take my son back to his hometown every year and plant a tree in the desert in the north of the village. The son asked: Can you live? I replied: yes, as long as it is devoted. The son asked: Can this sand be cured? I replied: Can you cure me? Haven't you learned how to move mountains? The son said, hey, that's a historical story. I replied: Then we will make up a new historical story. This historical story has been compiled in the Ngobei Desert in the west, and it is also being compiled here in Horqin Sandy Land. Let's join in. The son replied: OK. After all, we are a species that coexists with nature. In addition to destruction, we can also build. An expert in the west once said: "What human beings ask for from the earth is material, but what they spit out is dross." Then, let's be a civilized animal that can clean up the dregs.