Mike
Yellow leaves are swirling down from the trees. Mike walked in the streets, some dust women who were not far from him were working. “autumn comes.” he soliloquized to himself with a chilly voice. A gust of wind blew the leaves along; these cleaners damned the terrible weather. He laughed in his sleeve and mended his pace. Bit by bit the wind was biting into his thinly clad but he didn’t feel cold.
He stopped in front of a building with the red walls and green tiles set each other off beautifully. “no guards here”he murmured and stepped into the building .A servant stopped him; mike told him the reason and then the servant lead mike to an office. It was the first time that he went into the office of the bureau of E.P. no one was here, and the room was very dirty, the potted flowers were going to be withered for lacking of water. He took on bloom to clean the room and watered the flowers. One hour latter one man with a cigarette on his lips came into the room and shook hands with Mike .Said“I am really sorry to keep you waiting. Today we are going to give an award for protecting our environment  ” as the leader talked with mike ,a piece of certificate of merit handed to mike .This was the first time in his life to get a prize. He bowed to the leader then went out.
Outside the building, the sun broke through the barrier of clouds cast its golden rays on the ground; it seems that every ting here was wonderful. He walked into the park, he took the certificate carefully, and people passed by him all show him a gig thumb. He sat on a chair and wanted to talk with someone. A child came toward him and stared at the certificate said“may I have a look uncle?”
  “Of course,” said mike with a smile on his face, “can you read it.”
  “Let me have a try. In order to commend your good deeds for protecting the environment, we decide to give you this certificate, wish you can do it better. Am I right uncle?”
  “Right, you are so smart, you also can get this prize if you work as me.”
  “Really? Ok tell me what should I do?”
  “Can you see the pieces of wastepaper on the ground? Go with me and pick it up.”
  They bent their waists and half an hour past, the ground was cleaning. They smiled to each other, all of a sudden, A gust of wind blew down the trash can, the wastepaper was scattered everywhere.
“Damn you” mike shouted and spat out expectoration on a beautiful flower which was shinning under the sun.

can this be called writing?