1. Write a paragraph using the caged bird
The caged bird
This is something I never expected in advance, that it would be used by the neighbor’s children. Attracted by an act. Yesterday, my neighbor Liangliang, who is in the third grade of elementary school, got his own thrush. Not to mention he was so happy that he invited me, the uncle next door, to watch it. The exquisite birdcage, the beautiful thrush, and the melodious bird call attracted me.
I bent down and stared at the birdcage, and saw the little bird struggling incessantly, with its eyes sometimes showing anger, sometimes helplessness, and sometimes full of begging.
Are you hungry? The bowl is still full of rice grains; are you thirsty? The cup is also full of natural mineral water. But it didn't look at it and just flew around in the cage, knocking over food and water. After a while, he finally got tired and stood under the cage to rest, whining from time to time.
Its sad and angry eyes stared blankly at the blue sky cut by the wire. Less than a minute later, it started acting crazy again. It flapped its wings and flew to the top of the cage, bit it with its mouth, hit the wire with its head, then fell down, and then jumped up again. Its feathers stood up and down, and it flapped its wings vigorously.
I finally couldn’t stand it anymore and went home thoughtfully.
I thought I had forgotten about it after spending the night, but unexpectedly at noon, I went to the window, and several birds chirping, "chirp, chirp, chirp..." brought me back to yesterday's scene. An idea flashed across my mind and I decided to visit the flower and bird market.
This flower and bird market has been built at the bottom of Tashan Mountain for about five or six years. I usually don’t go there often, only two or three times a year, just to look at the flowers and plants.
Maybe today is Qingming Festival, and there are so many people in the market. I finally squeezed in front of the stalls selling birds and dogs. Each stall has seven or eight birdcages, some hanging on the wall and some stacked on the ground. Some birds live in one cage, and there are also several or even dozens of birds in one cage. There are many kinds of birds, including red, yellow, green, and black. I can’t name them anyway, so I just watch the fun. Customers kept asking the stall owner, what kind of variety is it? How to raise it! How much does it cost? I don't care about the price of the species. What I want to know is how to raise them, not just for Liangliang and his thrush.
I finally found a thrush that was exactly the same as Liangliang’s. The stall owner said that the bird I just bought needs to eat the stall owner’s special feed. Otherwise, the bird will refuse to eat. After the bird gets familiar with you, you can slowly change the feed. profound! So that's what happened.
Now that I’m here, I’ll take a look around! Stalls after stalls, there are birds, puppies, little rabbits, and white mice. Their cries are combined with the voices of people. There is a bustle of people coming and going. What kind of scene is this? I found an empty stall and carefully observed the birds in the cage, but I never found any birds drinking water or eating feed. They just kept chirping and scurrying up and down. I'm thinking, little bird, you can't break open the cage with your flesh and blood.
Maybe I have too many ideas and always think too much about some problems and phenomena. On the way back, I had new thoughts about caged birds. They have water to drink and food to eat. They fly from one end of the cage to the other. This is their life. But they are still not satisfied with such a prosperous and comfortable life. Aren't those chirpings begging us to let the birds go to heaven? They are eager to return to the blue sky after a long absence. No matter how precious the cage is, it is not its home. No matter how comfortable the life is, it does not care about it. It only longs for freedom. 2. A 200-word essay about not being a caged bird
The birdcage hung monotonously on the branch and swayed, and the plate inside was filled with fresh bird food. The caged bird stood at the door of the cage, resolutely flapped its already clumsy wings, gave up the "seafood" in the cage, abandoned the fate of being fed by humans, and chose blue sky, white clouds and freedom.
This is a wise choice. However, some birds may not be able to make this choice, because they can never let go of the plate of delicious food and can only become human playthings forever, earning the title of "caged bird".
At the moment of choosing an opportunity, all things are equal between heaven and earth. An inch of land can choose to grow flowers, or it can choose to be covered with thorns. A butterfly can choose a flower garden in the city or a vegetable garden in the country. People can choose to be comfortable and comfortable after success, or they can sublimate themselves, strive for a more glorious career, and let life temper themselves again.
Everything in the world gives us equal opportunities. In the face of opportunities, you need to make the right choice. That moment of choice will become the turning point of life, the starting point of life, and the key to success.
I don’t want to be that caged bird. Life is about discovering and understanding yourself in the most difficult environment, so that you can temper yourself and grow yourself until you finally perfect and sublimate yourself. 3. Composition: Mom, I want to say to you: “I don’t want to be a caged bird, give me my freedom”
Mom, give me my freedom
Mom, give me my freedom ,
Whenever you are cooking,
I am always doing homework,
If I can’t do a difficult question, you will criticize me.
Mom, give me my freedom.
Whenever I finish my homework and prepare to go out to play,
you always "kill" me halfway,
intercept me,
< p> Let me continue to do my homework and Olympiad questions.Mom, give me my freedom.
In the evening,
I was playing downstairs,
and you were there too.
When we were about to play a certain game,
you said to me,
Don’t play this,
It’s so unhygienic. !
Mom, give me my freedom.
Every weekend,
When I want to play with the computer,
You don’t allow it.
You say you watch too much on the computer. Can hurt eyes.
Mom, give me my freedom.
The school often has donation activities.
When I asked you for 10 yuan,
You asked: "
The school has at least How much can you donate? ”
I told the truth.
You gave me one yuan to donate,
I understand,
You are very economical.
Mom, give me my freedom.
Every time during the Chinese New Year,
my relatives would give me New Year’s money,
I happily accepted it,
However,
One day later,
You took the New Year's money from me,
You also said: "
Mom will keep it for you ,
In case you lose it,
Be good, ah! ”
Mom,
Why,
< p> Why can others play freely?Why can others keep their own lucky money? ...
Mom, give me my freedom! 4. Imitate a coward and write an essay for 100 words
Speaking of me, I am good at everything but cowardly.
I don’t dare to be alone at home at night, and I don’t dare to speak boldly in class. My friends call me a “coward.” Once, my second uncle came to the city from his hometown, and my mother and I went to the train station to pick him up.
On the way, my mother repeatedly told me to say hello to my second uncle when I saw him, and I secretly made up my mind. When we got to the platform, my mother quickly gave me a wink when she saw my second uncle.
I also encouraged myself enough that I would not let my mother down this time. My second uncle got out of the car, and my mother took my hand and greeted me.
I didn’t say a word. I stood there with my mother like an idiot. I was very nervous. I opened my mouth and wanted to speak, but it felt like there was a ball of cotton stuffed in my mouth and I wanted to hold it in my arms. The little rabbit was pounding and couldn't speak. His face turned red with embarrassment and his head lowered involuntarily. When my second uncle saw me like this, he burst out laughing. My mother hurriedly tried to hide my ugly face and said, "This kid is really ungrateful. He didn't even say hello to my second uncle when I saw him..." Hey, what a "coward" I am... . 5. Imitate "Lilac Knot" and write a composition of more than 400 words about objects and scenery
One day at noon, I came to Meihua Mountain and felt a faint fragrance rippling in the air.
It turns out that there are many plum trees on both sides of the road, and the fragrance comes from here. February and March are the seasons when plum blossoms are in full bloom.
Among the dense trees, the flowers are so clean and elegant. There are pink plum blossoms, pure white ones, and light yellow ones.
Its petals are soft and elastic, making people want to touch it. In short, just a few beautiful words cannot summarize its full connotation. Plum blossoms bloom sooner or later, on the same tree On the top, you can see various forms of flowers blooming. Some are just about to bloom, like a girl who refuses to show her face for a long time.
Some have just bloomed, and several butterflies are dancing around them. Some are in full bloom, dancing softly like a little girl, with their white dresses swaying constantly.
From a distance, the plum blossoms look like a group of guards who are not afraid of the cold, standing in the cold wind. The fruits of plum blossoms are diverse.
There are bluish-white white plums, green green plums, and red flowered plums. Although they taste very sour, they are useful! Some plums can be used to make preserves and other processed products.
The unripe fruits are processed into "ebony", which can be used for medicine and beverages. I love the purity, elegance and beauty of plum blossoms, and even more I love the spirit of plum blossoms that are not afraid of the cold. 6. The fifth grade imitated the egret and wrote a composition
Little Rooster
I really like the little rooster in my house that crows. It has a torch-like crown on its head. The feathers on the back are like wearing a dark red shiny coat. The feathers on the abdomen look like a golden shirt. With a pair of bright and flexible eyes and a pointed mouth, coupled with the most eye-catching colorful tail, it looks both beautiful and mighty.
When the little rooster gets up in the morning, he stands on the platform and crows "Oooh", urging people to get up quickly.
Normally, the little rooster is still an expert at catching bugs! Although some bugs are very clever, as long as they move, they cannot escape the eyes of the little rooster. Once, I saw with my own eyes a little bug just crawling out of the grass under the tree for a walk, and the little rooster discovered it. I saw the little rooster running quickly under the tree and using its sharp and slender mouth to catch the little bugs in one fell swoop. In this way, every little bug became a delicious meal for the little rooster.
One time when I came home from school, I saw the little rooster eating under the big tree in the yard. I quickly put down my schoolbag, grabbed a handful of rice and sprinkled it on the ground for him to eat. The little rooster was eating happily, but a big rooster from someone's house came over to compete with the little rooster for rice. This made the little rooster angry, so he rushed over and started fighting with the big rooster. The big rooster pounced over. The little rooster responded calmly and shrank its body to avoid the big rooster's move. Then, it immediately turned behind the big rooster, jumped up unexpectedly, jumped on the back of the big rooster and pecked at its comb, until the rooster's comb bled. The big cock ran away in pain. The little rooster won, it held its head high and its chest high. Look, that proud look is so endearing.
I particularly like this beautiful, cute little rooster. 7. Write a composition by imitating the Pearl Bird
Great! A friend gave me a pair of guinea birds, which were placed in a simple cage made of bamboo strips. There was also a roll of hay in the cage. It was a comfortable and warm nest for the little birds.
Some people say that this is a bird that is afraid of people.
I hung it in front of the window. There is also a large pot of French spider plants that are extremely lush. I covered the birdcage with the long hanging vines of Chlorophytum, strung with small green leaves. They were as safe as hiding in a deep jungle, and the thin and bright whistle like a flute came from it, It was extremely relaxed and comfortable.
The sun shines in from the window, and through here, the countless fingernail-shaped leaves of the Chlorophytum are half shadowed and half illuminated, like jasper, mottled and bustling with business. The shadows of the birds flicker vaguely in the middle, and they can't be seen completely. Sometimes you can't even see the cage, but you can see their cute little bright red beaks sticking out from the green leaves.
I rarely peel back the leaves to look at them, but they gradually dare to stick out their little heads and look at me. This is how we got to know each other little by little.
Three months later, a high-pitched and delicate cry came from the increasingly lush green vines. I guessed that they had babies. As for me, I will never open the leaves and look inside, and I will not open my curious eyes to disturb them even when adding food and water. Not long after, a smaller head suddenly poked out from among the leaves. Yo, chick! It's this little guy!
It is small and can easily get out of a sparse cage. Look, it looks so much like its parents: red mouth, red feet, gray-blue fur, but there are no round white spots like pearls on its back. It's so fat, its whole body is like a fluffy ball.
At first, the little guy only moved around the cage, and then he flew around the room. Sometimes he landed on the top of the cabinet, and sometimes he stood on the bookshelf with great dignity, pecking at the big words on the back of the book. The writer's name caused the light cord to swing back and forth for a while, and then escaped to the picture frame. As long as the big bird screams angrily in the cage, it will immediately fly back to the cage.
I don't care about it. If you open the window like this for a long time, it will only stand on the window frame for a while at most and never fly out.
Gradually it became bolder and landed on my desk. It first stayed away from me, then saw that I would not hurt it, then it got closer, then jumped on my cup, lowered its head to drink tea, and then turned its face to see my reaction. I just smiled and kept writing, and it boldly ran to the manuscript paper, jumping around the tip of my pen, and its beating little red paws made a "chacha" sound on the paper.
I wrote calmly, silently enjoying the close affection of this little guy. In this way, it was completely relieved, and simply pecked my trembling pen tip with its little red beak that looked like wax. I stroked its delicate down with my hand, and it was not afraid. Instead, it pecked my fingers in a friendly manner.
During the day, it accompanies me so mischievously; as dusk falls, it flies to the cage amidst the repeated calls of its parents, twists its round body, squeezes through the green leaves, and gets in.
One day, when I was writing at my desk, it actually fell on my shoulder. The pen in my hand stopped unconsciously, for fear of scaring it away. After a while, I turned around and saw that this little guy was sleeping on my shoulder. His silver-gray eyelids covered his eyes, and his little red paws were just covered by the long down on his chest. I gently raised my shoulder, but it didn't wake up, it was sleeping soundly! Still smacking his lips, are you dreaming?
As soon as I moved the tip of my pen, my feelings came down:
Trust often creates a beautiful state.
8. Write a composition based on Half a Candle
Children's short film script: Half a Candle Adapted by: Meng Zhong
Characters:
Uncle Meade is about thirty years old. Member of the underground resistance organization
Mrs. Bernold's daughter is about forty-five years old and a housewife
Jack's male is about fourteen years old and Mrs. Bernold's son
Jacqueline was about ten years old, the daughter of Madame Bernaud
Three German officers, a major, and two lieutenants
One night in the winter of 1944, in the suburbs of Paris A little orange light shines through a small wooden house, and the cold wind outside the house blows violently against the wooden fence gate in the yard, making a clanking sound.
Inside the wooden house, under the weak oil lamp, A man in his thirties, wearing a Nazi SS uniform, lowered his voice and said excitedly: "The Allies are preparing for a major counterattack, and the Germans are going back!"
A ten-year-old man A boy about four years old interrupted anxiously: "Uncle Meade, if you don't arrange tasks for me, I will never be able to join the underground resistance organization!"
Meade took out a small metal pipe. Glancing at the boy: "Jack, your mission is to help mother ensure the safety of this information!"
Just as Jack was about to reach out to pick it up, Mrs. Bernard took it over: "Mead , hurry up! The Germans will patrol here soon!"
Mead hesitated and said, "Then I won't wait for Jacqueline to wake up!" Then he opened the door. Quickly disappeared into the night.
Mrs. Bernold and her son Jack sat at a lonely long table, the oil lamp jumped and the fence door outside the house clanked.
Uncle Mrs. Nord took down half of the candle from the candlestick and carefully sealed the small metal tube in the candle. She said to Jack: "You must find someone to repair the wooden fence door tomorrow anyway. Your father did all of this." ."
A girl of about ten years old walked down the attic in the dark: "Mom, who took my candle away?"
Mrs. Bernold: "Jacqueline, Uncle Meade has important things to do. Let's go first!"
Jack: "Sister!" Jack lowered his voice: "Uncle Meade left one It’s a very important task, we can’t tell anyone about it!”
Jacqueline: “Of course I know, Uncle Meade likes me the most, and he brought me candles today, but mom "Who took my candle away?"
Mrs. Bernold held up half of the candle: "Jack, Jacqueline, we have to make sure that this candle is intact before Uncle Meade comes next Tuesday. !"
Jack glanced at his sister a little proudly: "Right?"
Jacqueline pouted.
The fence door outside the house. There was a clang again, followed by a violent banging on the door.
Mrs. Bernold quickly inserted the candle into the candlestick.
Three German officers came for routine inspection. , after the inspection, they listened to the cold wind howling outside the house, and had no intention of leaving.
The major pointed to the half-length candle that had not been put away on the table: "Mrs. Bernard! It's such a dark room, why not light a candle? "
Lieutenant A immediately struck a match and lit the candle that contained the secret.
Jack blew out the lit candle in one breath: "This is my sister Jacqueline's candle. ! "
Mrs. Bernard hurriedly took out another oil lamp: "I'm so sorry, gentlemen, there are only a few people at home, so I forgot to light more lamps. Look, this lamp is brighter! "
Lieutenant B took back the candlestick and said sternly: "Does this candlestick have any secrets? "
The major stopped Lieutenant B thoughtfully: "Jacqueline? Jacqueline! Then sighed: "My daughter's name is also Jacqueline!" It’s just that I haven’t seen her for a long time! "
Jack pretended to take the candlestick from Lieutenant B as if nothing had happened: "It's so cold! Gentlemen, let me go to the woodshed to get some firewood to light a fire! "
Lieutenant A stopped Jack, and Mrs. Bernard said slowly and calmly: "Gentlemen, you must know that it is very dark in the woodshed..."
Lieutenant A He glanced at Mrs. Bernard: "Madam, at home, you should believe that your son is capable enough to deal with the small woodshed that he knows so well. Could it be that he would move a nest of rabbits from the woodshed? "
Jack had no choice but to go to the woodshed in the dark.
Lieutenant A lit the candle on the candlestick again.
The candle burned shorter and shorter, Jacqueline He yawned lazily and walked up to the major: "Mr. Commander, it's getting late and it's dark upstairs. Can I sleep upstairs with a candlestick?" "
The major stared at Jacqueline's jewel-like eyes in the candlelight, and took the candlestick from Lieutenant B. He seemed to see his daughter. The major smiled: "Jacqueline! sure! "
The major handed the candlestick to Jacqueline: "You look so much like my daughter! "
Jacqueline smiled as pure as a lily blooming. She took the candlestick: "I think she must miss you very much, Mr. Commander! It's been fun chatting with you, but I'm so sleepy."
Major: "Good night, Jacqueline! "
Jacqueline: "Good night, gentlemen! Good night, mom! "
Jacqueline slowly walked upstairs carrying the candlestick. When she stepped onto the last step of the stairs, the candle went out.