Phoenix City Xiyuan: - It’s been a long time since the “sound of the pond” - I’ve returned home to marvel at it

Phoenix City Xiyuan: - I’ve been away for a long time since the “sound of the pond” – I’ve been back to marvel at the green mountains and green waters of a clear lake, and the clear spring falling from the Milky Way…

Phoenix City Happy Garden: - The "sound of the pool" has been missing for a long time - I returned home to admire the green mountains and green waters of a lake with clear water, and the clear spring falling from the Milky Way for nine days. This is the landscape that people most want to be in in the busy daily life of the busy city. However, this pleasant sound of the pond disappeared in the busy city. What makes people close their ears and eyes and cannot bear to hear is the "phlegm sound" coming from people's throats. This long-lost "phlegm sound" is the sound that leaves the deepest impression on me when I walk on the street on the first day after returning to China. This unpleasant voice has almost disappeared from my memory during the many years abroad. However, every time you go back to your country and walk on the street, you will suddenly hear a sound of spitting in front or behind you. This sound is made by taking a long breath to clear the throat, then making a loud noise from the throat and then spitting out from the mouth with a popping sound. The level of spraying is extremely accurate. Whenever I hear this throat clearing sound while walking down the street, I quickly judge whether the sound is in front of me or behind me. If the wind blows in front of me, I will quickly move to the left or right and try not to stay in a straight line with the spitter to prevent the wind from carrying the spit on my body. If the spitter is behind me, I will quickly take a few steps forward. Although the sound of phlegm was inelegant, the spitter did not feel embarrassed and spat a mouthful of yellow phlegm on the ground. However, I have never looked directly at or despised these spitters, because I am Chinese and have grown up in such a humane and natural environment, so I should not be surprised. However, I have not heard of the sound of phlegm for many years since I have been abroad. Who to blame? Blame these uncivilized spitters, blame them for why they can spit on toilet paper without making a sound and put it in their pocket or bag, and then throw away the paper when they see the trash can. While blaming the uncivilized bad habits of Chinese people, I also experienced an experience from not spitting to spitting. When I arrived at the Xi'an Xianyang International Airport in Xi'an, Shaanxi, the capital of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, from the blue sky washed by clear water in the United States, the first thing that came into my eyes was the sky shrouded in gray smoke. The first thought in my mind was, "The sky in America is so blue." Then walking home from the airport highway, I saw many trees and shrubs and lawns planted on both sides of the highway. Further into the city, the newly developed high-rise residential, commercial and residential buildings are like rows of cement forests. These high-rise buildings add some vitality of reform and opening up to the conservative and backward Northwest. Xi'an has indeed developed and changed a lot. The new look of some neighborhoods makes it difficult for me to recognize the old street looks of the past. The day after I returned home, I was always deeply attracted by the street scene of my hometown neighborhood that I had not seen for a long time. I started buying vegetables, cooking, and started visiting the vegetable market with great interest. The lively vegetable market with hawkers brought me back to the familiar living environment. I picked up the joy of life I had lost in the United States and started to stir-fry, fry, stew and steam, happily enjoying the joy of eating Chinese food. However, I soon discovered that my throat had phlegm in the morning, and then no longer in the morning. When I went shopping for groceries, I became a member of the spitting crowd in China. As a new spitting member, I was unprepared at first and suddenly felt that my throat needed to relax, and there was no toilet paper in my bag. (I didn’t develop the habit of carrying toilet paper when I went out abroad.) I looked left and right, and found a tree hole that relieved my blocked throat. I started thinking about the bad habit of spitting among Chinese people. Looking at the living environment and living habits of the Chinese people, I understand why the upper respiratory tract of the Chinese people is very susceptible to infection. Look at the private vehicles that have improved people's living standards with the reform and opening up. You can smell the exhaust from those cars when you walk on the street. Look at those chimneys that are still smoking. Have you ever thought about the toxic fumes emitted from range hoods when all Chinese cook for three meals a day? If China now has a population of 1.3 billion, then there are hundreds of millions of range hoods emitting toxic gases that pollute the environment three times a day. A range hood emits thousands of times more toxic fumes than a cigarette. People in this environment inhale more toxic fumes every day than if a person smoked two packs of cigarettes in an hour. When I was in China, I also discovered that when you wipe your hands with a clean dishwashing rag every night, your hands will be sticky the next morning. You can see that there are oil fumes from cooking and natural gas waste floating in the air. In modern cities, people live in crowded concrete buildings, and it is difficult to see Luse. In some old residential areas, thousands of households live, but there are only a few green trees. It can be said that there is only one tree per tens of thousands of households and tens of thousands of people. The community where my mother lives is a commercial community in Xi'an that provided hot springs more than ten years ago. Now it is covered with 30-story commercial and residential buildings. Tens of thousands of households breathe in the car exhaust on the street and the toxic smoke emitted by the kitchen range hoods of tens of thousands of households every day. The only high shrub trees in the community where my mother lived were cut down by some people in the community to plant some vegetables and create a private plot for themselves. As Chinese society develops and the population continues to increase, has the Chinese people’s living and eating habits reached a point where we should change our thinking? For our own health, for the descendants of this population of 1.3 billion, for the sound of phlegm to make foreigners talk about us Chinese No longer feeling embarrassed, should we start to understand the importance of a green environment, enhance education on environmental protection for our next generation, and improve the national environmental awareness of "it is a matter of pride to plant trees, and it is a shame to cut down trees". Let these green trees purify our air, let the air we live in slowly improve, so that our generation and our descendants can see the blue sky every day, breathe fresh air, and let the beautiful scenery of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing the southern mountains" return to our real life today.