In study, work and even life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. So have you ever understood composition? Below is an imaginary composition about "I am a little bird" that I compiled. I hope it can help everyone. I'm a little bird. Imagination composition 1
'I am a little little bird, no matter how high I fly, I can't fly high...' Whenever I hear this song, I There was a sadness in my heart; every time I sang this song softly, I would sigh uncontrollably, and even naughty tears would fall one after another, hitting the ground, and then a sad song would end. movement.
Birds have a pair of wide, light wings and can fly freely in the blue sky. Since ancient times, humans have wanted to fly freely in the sky like birds. So, wouldn’t it be beautiful if we put a beautiful cage on the bird? From ancient times to the present, how many people have forcibly trapped birds in cages because they are greedy for their beauty, but is it okay? Is it really okay? Don’t birds yearn for the blue sky and freedom?
The bird is trapped in the cage, and we are also trapped in the cage. Parents of every child in today's society dote on their children too much. In their eyes, the child is the apple of their eye. "They are afraid of freezing when they hold it in their hands, and they are afraid of melting when they hold it in their mouths." Every time they go home, they They only ask: "If you haven't finished your homework, please do it." It's as if they only know this sentence. Besides, they said, it was dangerous. That's dangerous. Gradually, this excessive pampering has formed an invisible cage. We are like monkeys, trapped under the Wuzhi Mountain; we are like birds, only to be watched blindly. Over time, we yearn for freedom, the blue sky, and the vast world; we hate pampering, hate the cage, and hate everything in the cage.
A bird should have its own ideals and the sky it longs for, but when will the "cages" give back the freedom of the "little birds" and when will they understand " "Little Birds" wish to let them find their own blue sky? I am a little bird Imagination composition 2
If you see a flying bird in the blue sky, it is me. I like to fly freely in the vast blue sky. My friends often see humans capturing my kind and harming them. I want to accuse people of protecting birds and caring for little lives!
I am covered with a gray fluff, and my friends and I fly and play in the sky every day. When we flew into the big forest, we heard horrific gunshots, and we were frightened. When we flew over, we saw a hunter using his gun, aiming at us and shooting desperately. We ran away quickly, but a few birds did not escape the hunter's clutches and were shot to death in the sky. After seeing this, I couldn't sleep at night and tossed and turned in my straw nest. At this time, I thought uneasily: Why do humans do this to us? We sing for them every day, until our saliva is dry, and we insist on singing for them. Why don't humans think about us? "When I think of my lost companions, I burst into tears. A few days later, I was also captured by humans, and I was in a very bad mood. Humans put me in a narrow cage. At that time, I felt like there was no one. I understand. I was originally a free bird in the sky, but now I was trapped in a small cage. One day, my master went out, and I looked at the sky alone, looking forward to one day being able to return to nature. After a while, the door of the small cage seemed to be a little loose. I kicked it hard and the door opened. I happily flew out of the cage and said goodbye to this room. This could not be said to be a gift given to me by God. Any chance? I flew back to nature, and I soared in the vast sky again.
If I were a bird, I would "chirp" and call on people to protect animals and not to harm them. The vitality of nature, let us protect the earth and care for nature! I am a little bird Imagination composition 3
I am a little bird, how I hope to have my own sky . You said, I am like a little bird, a little bird in a cage that can't fly high. How I want to fly out of these layers of encirclement and explore my world! < /p>
"I am a little bird, and I can't fly out of my mother's sight..." I was humming a tune while doing my homework. I felt like I had made up the song. It makes sense: isn't it? I'm like a little bird, locked in a "cage". When I want to watch TV for a while, my mother yells to turn off the TV. "Can you just watch it for a while? "No, have you finished the picture?" "
"Humph! "I had to turn off the TV and go draw obediently.
I remember once, when I just picked up the short rope and was about to go downstairs to play, my mother stopped me: "Stop, what are you doing? go? "
"I want to go downstairs and play for a while. "
"You're not allowed to go. Have you written down the words silently? "
"Well... I'm still a little unfamiliar. ”
“If you can’t memorize it, does it count as review? Go and memorize it, why are you still standing here? Go quickly! "
Hi! Nowadays, the TV set in our home is equal to a decoration. If you want to go downstairs to play, it is really difficult to climb to the sky.
You tell me, do I look like a little bird? A little bird in a cage that can’t fly high.
How I want to fly out of these layers of encirclement and explore my world! I am a little bird. Imagination composition 4
"I am a little little bird, no matter how high I fly, I can't fly high..." Whenever I hear this song, I feel filled with emotion. .
I am a little bird. I used to live in a beautiful big forest. There is a small river flowing beside the forest. There are many of my friends there. We live happily.
But later, a group of lumberjacks came to our homeland and they cut down all the trees in the forest. Then factory buildings were built here one after another. The sound of the huge machines was so noisy that we couldn't sleep well. Thick black smoke came out of the thick and big chimneys, which made me cough. Many of my companions got sick. My good friend died suddenly yesterday. The doctor said he was poisoned by drinking water from a nearby river. Is the water poisonous? We can keep drinking this river water. How can the water be poisonous? The doctor explained that the river water had been polluted by sewage discharged from the factory. Oh my God! What have humans done, destroyed our home, and now hurt our friends, you are so cruel, I hate you. Isn’t the earth your home?
We want to leave this sad place, and we set off today. But as soon as we took off, our vision was blurry and we couldn't see the road ahead clearly. Thick smoke filled the sky. Could it be that we couldn't leave even if we wanted to? My young mind was devastated. Why are birds in other areas lively and cute, but we can't?
Where is our home? Can we have a lovely home of our own again? There is no laughter and laughter here. Who will listen to me about my troubles? I hate you, human being!
I am a little bird, and I appeal to humans on behalf of all birds: "Save us! Let us continue to be good friends! I hope you will stop polluting the environment. Give us a piece of Lan Tian, ??give us a home! "I am a little bird. Imagination composition 5
I am an only child, so I am the apple of my parents' eyes. They hold it in their hands for fear that I will fly away. He held it in his mouth to prevent me from melting and not letting me get any harm. Because I was overly pampered by my parents, I didn’t know how to do anything.
I don’t want to be incompetent, but my parents never let me try any housework. I am not allowed to go to places far away from home by myself.
I remember once I went to a classmate’s house to celebrate my birthday, but this classmate’s house was quite far away from my home, but I thought it didn’t matter if I went to my classmate’s house to celebrate my birthday, I could finally go by myself! But my parents’ answers disappointed me and made me feel very uncomfortable. They actually said: “Either you don’t go, or we take you there. It’s so late and there are so many cars. If you have an accident, we will But what should I do! "Let my parents take me to meet other classmates and not laugh at me. I had no choice but to stay at home.
Also, I went to a competition not far from the school. I wanted to go by myself because all the other classmates went by themselves, but my parents insisted on going with me. What should I do with my parents’ orders? I dared to disobey, so I had to obey. When I got there, all my classmates didn’t have their parents around, and none were even younger than me, but I had a mother standing behind me. This made me very embarrassed because I saw someone snickering at me. , but what can I do! I had to accept my fate. cough!
Ah! I am a fifth-grade student, and I have a big sister and a little brother. How can I be considered a big sister if my little sister is not as good as me? Why are you setting an example?
After my parents let me go, I am no longer the little sister I was four years ago. I have grown up and have to learn to be independent. I hope you can understand.
I don’t wish I was a flightless bird! I am a little bird. Imagination composition 6
"I am a little little bird. I want to fly but I can't fly high." But I want to fly in the warm sunshine, go Read every dream I have. I flew over mountains, plains, seas, basins... and found my ideal goal, so I crossed over and embraced my dreams.
First of all, I want to embrace my dream in the mountains and rivers. The continuous green mountains are so tall and tall, and the lines are so graceful, a bit flexible and a bit charming. Snow-white clouds surrounded it, facing the golden sunshine, I was intoxicated. Riding on the wings of Sister Feng, I look for my dreams. Ah! Here is the majesty, flexibility and beauty of the mountains and rivers. I dream of becoming such a bird!
Over the mountains and rivers, I fly to the plains to embrace my dream. I flew hard, trying to reach its edge, but the vast plain was endless. It allows all kinds of flowers and plants to grow and bloom in its chest; it allows groups of cattle and sheep to eat its nutrients in its chest. I found my dream again, which is a broad and tolerant mind.
The blue sea has always been a place I want to go. The taste of the sea is so special, and it must be extraordinary. Carrying the brilliance of the sun, the clear waves are slightly rising. What a beautiful scene! The vast sea carries so much history and vicissitudes. I have found another dream of mine here: to be an extraordinary bird, a bird that carries history and vicissitudes!
Flying over the mountains, rivers, plains, and seas... I The little bird was already exhausted.
I can no longer fly, let alone fly high, but I have tried hard and read my dreams. Understand the majesty of the mountains, the breadth of the plains and the vicissitudes of the sea...
Tomorrow is like chocolate candy in a box, what does it feel like? Full of imagination. Dreams are like the sun full of warmth. It doesn't matter if you can't reach it. Stand on your tiptoes and you will be closer to the sun. Cross it, embrace it, and the future will be even more exciting. I am a little bird Imagination composition 7
"Hey, I am a little little bird, my great-great-great-grandfather is a phoenix." I hummed a tune while flying. I am a special bird. I am so small that I am almost invisible. You need a magnifying glass with a magnification of 9999 times to see me. However, the wind energy generated by the wings is comparable to that of a 500-million-level tornado and a 500-million-level cyclone. Moreover, I have many professions: lieutenant, captain, second lieutenant, major, colonel, army captain, navy captain, air force captain, and more than a hundred more.
One day, I went out to play with my good friend Little Bear and came to the park. Suddenly, I saw a man stepping on the grass. I was very angry. I quickly flapped my wings and used a level two and a half tornado to blow him away, flying him thousands of miles away. At this time, I saw a pavilion, so I flew in and saw some pillars, so I used my pointed beak to carve words on them: The little little bird came here to visit. Little Bear came over and said, "How could you destroy public property like this?" I said, "No, back then Sun Wukong carved on the palm of Tathagata Buddha: Sun Wukong came here for a visit.
What's more, he You are still my idol! Come and engrave one to ensure that future generations will remember you." Xiao Xiong said: "Not yet? Look, if everyone is like you, write it down for this person and write it down for that person. Is the pavilion still called a pavilion? Let’s just change it to the ‘Tourist Signature Pavilion’. What’s more, what Sun Wukong carved was the hand of Tathagata Buddha, and it’s not a public property.” I scratched my head and said, “Yeah... that seems right.” Oh!" He said and immediately erased the words engraved on it. "Let's go," said the little bear, "in order to make up for your mistake, let's do some trivial things for people." "Okay." I said, "Let'go." The sun went down, and the little bear and I walked home. On the way, we were all very happy because we did a lot of good things. We looked at each other and smiled slightly. I am a little bird. Imagination composition 8
Hello everyone, I am a little bird. I live in a beautiful forest. The scenery here is beautiful. In spring, the sun is shining brightly, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and bees and butterflies are dancing among the flowers. In summer, the trees and branches here are shady and the little animals are happily playing games. Some are playing hide-and-seek, and some are playing the game of "scissors, rock, paper". In autumn, there are a lot of fruits here. At this time, we can eat happily. The leaves slowly turn yellow and all fall down, like golden butterflies dancing. In winter, after a heavy snowfall, I hibernated in my nest, eating fruits and admiring the snow scene outside. It was so comfortable!
But one day, when I came back from foraging for food outside, I saw A group of strangers were cutting down trees, and seeing that the next tree was about to hit my home, I said to this group of strangers: "Get away from me, you bad guys, and don't harm my home." But this group of people didn't seem to hear what I said. So, I decided to peck them with my mouth, but unexpectedly, he slapped me to the ground. I touched my wound, and my heart seemed to be bleeding. I thought: These people are so barbaric! Suddenly, I thought When my friends got up, they saw the bodies of their friends on the ground. Looking at the corpses of my friends, I was thinking: They were still playing with me yesterday!
I hope you people will not make the same mistake again and help me protect my home and little family. Friends! I am a little bird Imagination Composition 9
"Oh no, I don’t want to sign up for so many classes anymore."
Saturday is my busiest day . On this day, I was busy from morning to night: in the morning, I studied composition; in the afternoon, I studied Mathematical Olympiad; in the evening, I studied English. On this day, I flew around like a bird. After class, in the dark, I was a thin person walking tiredly with my backpack on my back. The cold wind blew into my back. It was so cold.
From Monday to Friday, I have been busy for a week; on Saturday, I have another busy day. Poor me.
I am a little bird, a poor little bird.
Sunday is the best for me. "Wen Tongda, get up quickly, you still have to do your homework." "Wen Tongda, you have a lot of homework, do it quickly." "Wen Tongda, what are you doing, have you finished your homework?" "..." to my mother I just responded with "Yeah." Only by speeding up my homework can I have some time to rest.
I am a little bird, a poor little bird.
Why, others can rest, chase and fight with their friends, play on the computer, watch movies, but... but I can't? I, this poor little bird, have always been beaten by my parents. Dragging along, I felt like I was almost losing my freedom. How I want to fly freely.
Freedom is sometimes more important than life.
If a person doesn't even have freedom, what flavor does life have? Some people choose to commit suicide by jumping off a building because they are under too much pressure and have no freedom, and find a way to escape...
It's not a rose, Like flowers blooming; not birds soaring in the sky.
On Saturday, my sky was always gloomy. "I don't want to sign up for so many classes anymore."
I think too much about being a little bird that can fly freely in the sky. I am a little bird Imagination essay 10
Facing a lot of review questions in front of the table, I really didn’t want to do them. At this time, I thought it would be better if I were a little bird. When you become a bird, you don't have to do so many exercises.
Thinking, thinking, suddenly I felt something hanging in the air under my feet. I quickly looked down and saw that I was standing on a branch. Then I saw that I had really turned into a little bird. I was filled with joy and felt incredible. I thought that I finally didn’t have to do those annoying exercises. I immediately flapped my wings and flew into the passionate blue sky. I was a little bird. Happy bird, soaring in the blue sky!
The feeling of flying in the blue sky is so good, it is much better than sitting at home doing exercises. I am a little bird, although not as strong as an eagle but I am very happy. I am a little bird. Although I am inconspicuous in the sky, I soar across the blue sky. I am a little bird, and although I am in danger of being preyed upon, I am content. I will carefully cherish every action, every scene, every minute and second. I am a contented bird.
Every piece of grass, every stream, every tree and flower I fly over will cheer for me. I flew into the place where the flowers were in full bloom, and the flowers brought out the best nectar for me to taste. I sang to them happily, which is an indispensable and beautiful sound under the blue sky. I flew to the creek to rest and drank a few mouthfuls of water to quench my thirst. I happily told them interesting things outside. After flying around, it was dusk again in a blink of an eye. I landed on the tree, waiting for the morning to come, and the sun slowly set.
It was another beautiful morning. I flapped my wings and flew towards the sky that was not completely bright yet. Suddenly I bumped into a branch and my body dropped rapidly. I opened my eyes suddenly and saw that the sun had already hung. Outside the window, it turned out to be a dream!
Oh, I wish I were really a little bird! I am a little bird. Imagination composition 11
"I am a little little bird. No matter how I fly, I can't fly out of my mother's sight..." I was humming a tune while doing my homework. .
Humming and humming, I think the song I made up makes sense, doesn’t it? I am like a little bird, locked in a "cage".
You see, every weekend, when I finish my homework and want to watch TV for a while, my mother yells: "Turn off the TV."
"? Clever ?Xun Mei hastily changed to Song Junjun?/p>
"No, have you finished drawing the picture? "
"Humph! "
I had to turn off the TV and go draw obediently.
I remember that once, I wanted to go down and play for a while. As soon as I picked up the short rope, my mother pulled me away. He stopped and said, "Stop, why are you going?" "
"I want to go down and play for a while. "
"You're not allowed to go. Have you finished your English review? ”
“Reviewed. ”
“Have you memorized the words? "
"This? ...still a little unfamiliar. "
"If you can't recite it, it's still considered review. Go and memorize it quickly. Why are you still standing here? Go quickly! ”
Hi! Nowadays, the TV set in our home is like a decoration. It is really difficult to play with it.
Tell me, do I look like a little bird? A bird, a little bird in a cage, can't fly high.
How I want to fly out of this circle and explore my world! Little Bird Imagination Composition 12
I am a little bird that can spread its wings and fly like my companions. My home is in the lush woods. I am a little bird in the forest. I have. Many friends: there are pure white flowers, there are red leaves like sunset, there are small and exquisite flying insects, and there are little butterflies in colorful clothes...
When the sun rises, I always I take the trouble to travel through the jungle to say good morning to my close friends. My friends say thank you sincerely when they see me. Let me live happily in an elegant and harmonious home.
Whenever I go out to find food, I always drag my tired body back home, but I am greeted by bursts of refreshing fragrance. I felt relaxed and happy, and all the fatigue disappeared without a trace in an instant.
I went out with my mother to practice building nests. After unremitting practice, I finally developed my true skill-building a beautiful nest. A strong nest, but something unexpected happened. A sudden wind and rain scared me out of my mind. I flew back home tremblingly. As I flew, I thought: The fruits of my labor must not be destroyed by the ruthless wind and rain. I became unrecognizable. I flapped my delicate wings and flew back to the jungle in the wind and rain.
Suddenly, I found small flying insects circling around me, approaching me quickly, chirping non-stop, and flying with me into the nest. When I calmed down, I saw that the nest was not only safe but also extremely beautiful. Because standing around are my friends red leaves.
The wind calmed down and the rain stopped. My friends and I gathered together and laughed happily! This is really "a rose given to others, the fragrance lingers in the hand". This is what makes my partner and I happy. I am a little bird. Imagination composition 13
I am a little bird. I have wings of dreams and slowly and happily fly up into the blue sky. I have a sacred mission - I want to stop humans from harming small animals.
I flew for a while and felt a little thirsty, so I stopped by a grassy river to drink water. Looking at my reflection in the clear water and tasting the cool, sweet river water, I felt extremely satisfied.
Suddenly, I felt a round, black hole facing me. I looked up and saw that it was a tall boy pointing a gun at me. Oh my god, he was going to Catch me! My mission has not been completed yet, what should I do? I begged him, but he continued his behavior. I was desperate. Just when he was about to shoot, a little girl rushed over and said to the little boy: "Animals are our good friends, please don't hurt them!" Suddenly, my tears came out like a tide. , flowing down my face and my feathers, seeping into the grass. So, I sang a nice song with a clear voice, then flapped my wings and flew away.
A few days later, the workers brought big saws to cut down the trees one after another. Large trucks loaded with wood drove toward the village in thick black smoke. distance. My home is gone, and I can only pick up my eggs and look for a place to rest. In the strong wind and heavy rain, I struggled to find my home.
Although I cried and begged again and again, this place eventually turned into a desert. Just when I was about to leave this sad home, that little girl extended a hand of friendship to me, so I had a new home.
I want humans to pay attention, please protect animals! Protecting animals means protecting humans themselves. I am a little bird Imagination composition 14
I am a beautiful bird with colorful feathers and a beautiful singing voice. My partner and family have lived in a beautiful forest with a crystal clear stream for many years. Whenever the sun rises, my companions and I will sing our favorite songs on the branches to express our yearning for a better tomorrow, and live a happy, worry-free and free life.
However, the good times did not last long. One day, some people came to our home with strange tools and cut down many trees, leaving only the bare stumps. Gradually, the creek in the distance became turbid. I heard from my mother that a processing plant was built across the creek, and people discharged wastewater into the creek every day. We can no longer live here and have to move.
On this day, we packed our luggage and set off reluctantly. Suddenly, there was only a "bang" sound, followed by a tragic scream. My companion fell from the air and was put into a cage. Mom asked me to hide in the grass quickly. Immediately afterwards, my family and companions were shot down mercilessly. They used knives to cut open their bodies, and the blood stained the grass red, which made me tremble with fear. I wanted to run away quickly, but as soon as I flew out of the grass, I was shot down and fell heavily.
The moment I closed my eyes, I wanted to say to people: "If you don't care for nature, it means you don't care for yourself. If you don't care for the harmony of nature, you will be punished by nature. . "I am a little bird. Imagination composition 15
I am a little bird, I want to fly into the vast blue sky, I want to fly into the green forest... I always keep thinking about it. , I hope one day I can spread my wings and soar in the blue sky! But I always stay in a cage in despair, without freedom and unable to see my friends. I suffer in days like this. I'm not happy.
Listen to my mother say: "Our home is in a green primeval forest. There, flowers are blooming in spring. We spread our voices and sing beautiful music, and other animals also sing and dance. . In summer, the big trees are more fluffy, making the forest more quiet and beautiful. In autumn, the golden leaves slowly fall from the trees like butterflies. In winter, the big trees are covered with a thick white coat, and the forest changes. It became a piece of white. "Using my mother's narration to highlight the beauty of the four seasons of the virgin forest shows how beautiful my desire is.
Nowadays, people slaughter birds in large numbers to capture us. Others cut down trees in large numbers and transport them to factories, causing us to lose our beautiful homes. The exhaust gas emitted by the factory has also polluted the fresh air, causing many of our kind to die. We wander around, and every day we are frightened and afraid of encountering human beings. But in the end, we were still doomed. My mother and I were locked in a cage, unable to escape.
Finally one day, my wish came true. My mother and I escaped from the small cage and flew towards our home under the leadership of my mother. After many years, we are finally back to this place that truly belongs to us.
But what makes us despair is that our original forest, our beautiful home, is left with only rows and rows of dead wood piles and a few workers reclaiming the land. The laughter and laughter of the past have long gone away from us, and the animals have long since disappeared.
My mother and I started to cry: please save us! Help us!