Thoughts from Minqin sandstorm: 500 words

My hometown is in Xinjiang, and the vast next door surrounds my hometown. Because of the small annual precipitation, there is a long-term drought. Therefore, in spring, when the wind is whistling, sandstorms often come!

It is another spring, and the yellow sand howls and ushers in the morning light. Ash rolled sand, sand with ash, with the wind, running all the way excitedly. Looking into the distance, the sky seems to be covered with a thick layer of "Puckilo", which makes the earth breathless. Everything is in the cloth, looming, hiding behind the cloth for a while, sticking your head out for a while, playing hide-and-seek like an urchin; The trees in Bree kept swinging their gaunt bodies in the sand, sobbing and crying alone in the sand; The grass that just emerged, looking at all the hazy things in the distance, shook its head helplessly and sighed one after another, bringing a burst of desolation to this bustling town; The sun wants to stop everything from happening, but it is rejected by layers of clouds because of its weak strength.

The air is suffocating with slight dust. A gust of wind hits my cheek, which hurts!

People are "armed to the teeth", wearing masks, scarves and hats, and trudge along slowly, as if they were filled with lead, and every step will be hit by the idiom "unable to move".

In the face of repeated sandstorms and deteriorating ecological environment, I have no choice but to shake my head and sigh again and again. But I still want to use this meager strength to appeal to the global human beings: "The revenge of nature has begun. If you don't want to lose this home, then join hands to defend our home! "