I remember it was a hot summer. I saw a big beetle bitten tightly by two small ants under a big tree, but it was too powerful. Two little ants have to deal with the "monster" in front of them, which is obviously "the egg hits the stone". In this case, I saw an ant touch another ant with its tentacles and then left the "battlefield" in a hurry. Another ant continued to fight the big beetle tenaciously. What did the little ant do? It turned out that he had gone to move reinforcements. I saw him come under a big stone not far from the big beetle. In a short time, groups of ants, like disciplined soldiers, rushed to the "battlefield" with neat and powerful steps. When they drove to the "battlefield", the little ant that had been fighting with the beetle was dying. At this time, I saw the "ant army" rushing forward like a flood, just like someone ordered it. The big beetle panicked under such a fierce attack. Ants are really good. They all fought bravely on the battlefield. None of them flinched or flinched. The thick black layer is full of ants. The ant soldiers vented their resentment against the enemy without any worries until the big beetle could no longer struggle. The ant soldiers finally won. After the war, they buried their dead comrades and left with neat and firm steps. Look, this is the strength of the collective, and this is the strength of unity!
Don't you see the truth that "unity is strength" from the above little thing? Don't cheer for the fearless spirit of the ant warrior? What noble animals they are! They are my favorite animals. I really like them, but I prefer their indomitable spirit!
2. Write the touching stories of animals at the end. A housewife plans to fry several eels at a time as a dish for dinner.
She put all the bought Monopterus albus into the water and sprinkled it with salt (it can make the fish spit out the dirty things in their stomachs, and the fish will twitch after being soaked in salty and fresh water, and will constantly spit out the contents in their stomachs). After a while, the fish almost vomited all the dirty things in his stomach.
Began to fry one by one in the oil pan, and the fried eels always struggled in the oil pan until they died. When a big eel was blown up, it didn't struggle all the time like other eels, but stood up with its head down and its tail up.
The housewife was stunned by what she saw. She fished out the big eel, cut open its belly and found that there was still a small eel alive and kicking. Postscript: For the big eel, that little eel is not necessarily its child.
It still swallowed it painfully in salt water, and it tried its best to protect the eel in a high-temperature oil pan of several hundred degrees, which is the true love between animals. The Story of Scorpion There are many insects in an insect laboratory, and a pair of scorpions are kept in an experimental dish.
One day, the female scorpion died inexplicably. The experimenter took out the female scorpion as a specimen.
From then on, the male scorpion began to hunger strike and was listless all day. Finally, two weeks later, I stuck the thorn into the cartilage and committed suicide.
Postscript: The male scorpion has a strong affection for the female scorpion. According to textual research, the male scorpion fasted because he was too fat at first, and his stinger could not reach the cartilage.
The purpose of its hunger strike is to lose weight and then commit suicide. Animal mother's feat maternal love, whether human or animal, is the same, enough to touch the world and make the rivers pale! Regarding the maternal love of animals, I have seen many things that make ruthless hunters repent and turn over a new leaf, and let ruthless fishermen stop evil deeds.
A hunter in a mountainous area of Hubei once went hunting, but he didn't meet a prey for many days, and his heart was full of anger. At noon, he suddenly found a fat antelope coming from a hillside not far away.
The hunter was very excited, picked up the gun, quietly approached the antelope, and then aimed at it ... At this time, the antelope obviously found the hunter, but she did not escape, but fell on one knee to the hunter. The hunter was stunned because he had never seen such a scene.
But the ferocious hunter didn't think much, but still pulled the trigger ... the beautiful and kind antelope fell to the ground. The hunter rushed up and found that it was a female antelope that was about to give birth. For the sake of her children, she knelt down to the enemy and begged for mercy. When the disaster inevitably came, she still blocked the bullet of sin with her head and made her children suffer less ... the hunter shouted.
He buried the bodies of his mother and antelope and his beloved shotgun on the hillside, and then walked to the temple on the other side of the mountain ... Similar things happened in my hometown, which is close to the Yellow Sea, and eating fish is a common practice. Once, a fellow villager bought some live catfish from the market, cooked them in a cauldron as usual, watched the fish jump around in boiling water, leaned out in despair and took a big breath of air.
At this time, he poured the seasoning into the fish's mouth ... human appetite created such cruel torture. No wonder there are so many instruments of torture and criminals in hell. But one of the fish is different. She didn't struggle, nor did she instinctively lean out of the water. On the contrary, she put her head and tail on the bottom of the hot pot and tried her best to keep her abdomen out of the water ... The villagers watched all this curiously and wondered.
He tried to use chopsticks to help the catfish make its head surface, but she soon recovered-the water gradually rolled away, and the catfish's head and tail were burnt by the high-temperature iron pot, but its stomach remained basically the same. After taking the fish out of the pot, the fellow villager couldn't wait to cut the "stupid fish" first to see what "problems" she had.
Snow-white belly is like a curtain, revealing clouds of transparent fish seeds ... heroic fish mother, great maternal love! The villagers' whole family were dumbfounded. They didn't dare to bite the fish in the pot, but sent it into the sea like a funeral ... After the news spread, the villagers were amazed and some even cried. Since then, the practice of cooking live fish has disappeared.
I often wonder, am I one of the little creatures who survived death under the protection of maternal love? It's really hard to say Because we are inexplicably reincarnated in the six divisions of the wheel of karma, with bones like mountains and tears like the sea.
All men are my fathers, and all women are my mothers. I was born out of it, and I have been thinking about it all my life. Buddha said that all beings were parents in the past and will be Buddhas in the future, so there is no doubt! Think about it. If I don't decide to rise again and rush out of the three realms in my life, I will inevitably drift with the tide and fall into evil ways, and my parents will suffer for me. How can I stand it? ! Since I am lucky in my life, I have been fortunate enough to have heard of Buddhism. I met the pure land, which is easy to do and easy to go. I love my father and protect my mind.
If we don't keep the precepts and go to the pure land, we will eventually become Buddhas and repay our kindness. Wouldn't it be a waste of life and worse than animals? ! It hurts to think about it! There is no amitabha in the south! I witnessed an extremely tragic death. It was that death that shocked me deeply. I vowed never to hurt even the smallest life ... in the process of hunting Ban Ling. Ban Ling, also known as Qingyang, looks like a domestic goat and is good at jumping. Each adult Ban Ling weighs about 30 kilograms and has a gentle temperament. It is the hunter's favorite animal.
At that time, our hunting team intercepted and forced a group of more than 60 antelopes to the broken rock in Brown Mountain, trying to force them to fall off the rock and die, so as not to waste bullets. After a stalemate of about 30 minutes, a Dagong antelope suddenly roared, and the whole class of antelopes quickly divided into two groups; The old class antelope is a group, and the young class antelope is a group.
I can see them clearly, but I can't figure out why they should be divided into two groups according to their age. At this time, a male gazelle came out of the old gazelle group. The hair on the antelope's neck is as long as its chest, its face is wrinkled vertically and horizontally, and its two horns are incomplete. You can tell at a glance that it is very old.
It walked out of the queue and gave a "baa" to the young antelope. A half-headed antelope came out. I saw an old man, a young man and two antelopes come to an end.
3. Write the touching stories of animals at the end. A housewife plans to fry several eels at a time as a dish for dinner.
She put all the bought Monopterus albus into the water and sprinkled it with salt (it can make the fish spit out the dirty things in their stomachs, and the fish will twitch after being soaked in salty and fresh water, and will constantly spit out the contents in their stomachs). After a while, the fish almost vomited all the dirty things in his stomach.
Began to fry one by one in the oil pan, and the fried eels always struggled in the oil pan until they died. When a big eel was blown up, it didn't struggle all the time like other eels, but stood up with its head down and its tail up.
The housewife was stunned by what she saw. She fished out the big eel, cut open its belly and found that there was still a small eel alive and kicking. Postscript: For the big eel, that little eel is not necessarily its child.
It still swallowed it painfully in salt water, and it tried its best to protect the eel in a high-temperature oil pan of several hundred degrees, which is the true love between animals. The Story of Scorpion There are many insects in an insect laboratory, and a pair of scorpions are kept in an experimental dish.
One day, the female scorpion died inexplicably. The experimenter took out the female scorpion as a specimen.
From then on, the male scorpion began to hunger strike and was listless all day. Finally, two weeks later, I stuck the thorn into the cartilage and committed suicide.
Postscript: The male scorpion has a strong affection for the female scorpion. According to textual research, the male scorpion fasted because he was too fat at first, and his stinger could not reach the cartilage.
The purpose of its hunger strike is to lose weight and then commit suicide. Animal mother's feat maternal love, whether human or animal, is the same, enough to touch the world and make the rivers pale! Regarding the maternal love of animals, I have seen many things that make ruthless hunters repent and turn over a new leaf, and let ruthless fishermen stop evil deeds.
A hunter in a mountainous area of Hubei once went hunting, but he didn't meet a prey for many days, and his heart was full of anger. At noon, he suddenly found a fat antelope coming from a hillside not far away.
The hunter was very excited, picked up the gun, quietly approached the antelope, and then aimed at it ... At this time, the antelope obviously found the hunter, but she did not escape, but fell on one knee to the hunter. The hunter was stunned because he had never seen such a scene.
But the ferocious hunter didn't think much, but still pulled the trigger ... the beautiful and kind antelope fell to the ground. The hunter rushed up and found that it was a female antelope that was about to give birth. For the sake of her children, she knelt down to the enemy and begged for mercy. When the disaster inevitably came, she still blocked the bullet of sin with her head and made her children suffer less ... the hunter shouted.
He buried the bodies of his mother and antelope and his beloved shotgun on the hillside, and then walked to the temple on the other side of the mountain ... Similar things happened in my hometown, which is close to the Yellow Sea, and eating fish is a common practice. Once, a fellow villager bought some live catfish from the market, cooked them in a cauldron as usual, watched the fish jump around in boiling water, leaned out in despair and took a big breath of air.
At this time, he poured the seasoning into the fish's mouth ... human appetite created such cruel torture. No wonder there are so many instruments of torture and criminals in hell. But one of the fish is different. She didn't struggle, nor did she instinctively lean out of the water. On the contrary, she put her head and tail on the bottom of the hot pot and tried her best to keep her abdomen out of the water ... The villagers watched all this curiously and wondered.
He tried to use chopsticks to help the catfish make its head surface, but she soon recovered-the water gradually rolled away, and the catfish's head and tail were burnt by the high-temperature iron pot, but its stomach remained basically the same. After taking the fish out of the pot, the fellow villager couldn't wait to cut the "stupid fish" first to see what "problems" she had.
Snow-white belly is like a curtain, revealing clouds of transparent fish seeds ... heroic fish mother, great maternal love! The villagers' whole family were dumbfounded. They didn't dare to bite the fish in the pot, but sent it into the sea like a funeral ... After the news spread, the villagers were amazed and some even cried. Since then, the practice of cooking live fish has disappeared.
I often wonder, am I one of the little creatures who survived death under the protection of maternal love? It's really hard to say Because we are inexplicably reincarnated in the six divisions of the wheel of karma, with bones like mountains and tears like the sea.
All men are my fathers, and all women are my mothers. I was born out of it, and I have been thinking about it all my life. Buddha said that all beings were parents in the past and will be Buddhas in the future, so there is no doubt! Think about it. If I don't decide to rise again and rush out of the three realms in my life, I will inevitably drift with the tide and fall into evil ways, and my parents will suffer for me. How can I stand it? ! Since I am lucky in my life, I have been fortunate enough to have heard of Buddhism. I met the pure land, which is easy to do and easy to go. I love my father and protect my mind.
If we don't keep the precepts and go to the pure land, we will eventually become Buddhas and repay our kindness. Wouldn't it be a waste of life and worse than animals? ! It hurts to think about it! There is no amitabha in the south! I witnessed an extremely tragic death. It was that death that shocked me deeply. I vowed never to hurt even the smallest life ... in the process of hunting Ban Ling. Ban Ling, also known as Qingyang, looks like a domestic goat and is good at jumping. Each adult Ban Ling weighs about 30 kilograms and has a gentle temperament. It is the hunter's favorite animal.
At that time, our hunting team intercepted and forced a group of more than 60 antelopes to the broken rock in Brown Mountain, trying to force them to fall off the rock and die, so as not to waste bullets. After a stalemate of about 30 minutes, a Dagong antelope suddenly roared, and the whole class of antelopes quickly divided into two groups; The old class antelope is a group, and the young class antelope is a group.
I can see them clearly, but I can't figure out why they should be divided into two groups according to their age. At this time, a male gazelle came out of the old gazelle group. The hair on the antelope's neck is as long as its chest, its face is wrinkled vertically and horizontally, and its two horns are incomplete. You can tell at a glance that it is very old.
It walked out of the queue and gave a "baa" to the young antelope. A half-headed antelope came out. I saw an old man, a young man and two antelopes come to an end.
4. How to write touching stories about animals at the beginning of the composition? He is a medical worker. He used a female mouse for tumor experiment. He transplanted cancer cells into mice. A few days later, the tumor on the mouse in the cage grew bigger and bigger, but he was surprised to find an abnormal scene. The mouse was anxious, and then painfully bit the tumor with its mouth and swallowed it. The wound was bloodstained and almost exposed.
Two days later, he found that the mouse gave birth to a litter of glittering and translucent mice. The mother mouse was lying in the cage, and the wound was unbearable. Hungry mouse cubs drink their mother's milk and grow up day by day. Mother mouse's body is being sold day by day, dragging her thin body. Under the ruthless ravages of cancer cells, she exhausted all the energy in her body and turned it into the milk of life.
He has been observing this strange phenomenon. The mother mouse lived for twenty-one days after giving birth to her cubs. He exclaimed in his mind, "Twenty-one days happens to be the normal lactation period of mice. After that, the mouse can live independently from its mother. Under normal circumstances, this female mouse should have died long ago because cancer cells were transplanted into its body! " Facing this situation, facing the maternal love of this great and tragic animal! He burst into tears.