I am a tadpole with a round head, a dark gray body and a slender tail. This is me, a little tadpole, a free tadpole, a carefree little tadpole. I am a tadpole with 500 words.
I live in a clear and beautiful stream. I play with my sister fish and race with my brother shrimp every day. I am very happy. Spring has arrived, the warm sunshine shines on the stream, and the sunshine bathes us. We are so happy! I took my long tail and swam to a very shallow place with my sister fish and my brother shrimp. We are lying on the shallows, and the gentle stream caresses us, just like our mother's warm arms, silently moistening our hearts. How free and happy we are to play in the shallows! Whenever it rains, the raindrops fall and play wonderful music for us. After the performance, after the rain, the rainbow hung high on the horizon under the irradiation of the sun. She used the stream as a mirror for dressing. Whenever it is dark, when I want to have a rest, the soft grass covers me with a quilt, so that I can sleep beautifully until dawn. It was dawn, and I went to play again.
I don't know when a group of children came to the stream. They are happy to play with us. They no longer capture us as before, but play with us, play hide-and-seek with us, sing to us, and hold our hands to enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature. In this way, I had a happy day with the children. As the days passed, I grew up day by day. Now, I am a little frog! Now, my main activity is to go to the fields to protect crops for farmers' uncles. How colorful my life is. My friends and I live in free ponds and fields. In nature, we have no worries. How happy we are!
I am a tadpole with a big round head, a slender body and black fur. This is me-a little tadpole, a little tadpole longing for freedom.
I live by a clear river, and sometimes my friends and I chase and play here, which is very happy. Sometimes it's so pleasant to lie in the shallows! In the warm sunshine, the clear river is sparkling.
One day, a group of naughty children came running from the forest, and I always had a bad feeling in my heart. Sure enough, a boulder blocked our way, just like hail from the sky. It turns out that these children regard us as "toys", which makes my partner and I miserable. I don't know how many partners died. At this time, my heart was broken. Why? Why is this? Just because they couldn't hear the wailing before they died, just because they couldn't see the love for life, they tore us up casually.
A few days later, the children came again. They are holding plastic bottles and plastic bags, and I know this is our "torture device". I swam around, thinking that I had escaped from the execution ground, and when I turned around, I was caught by a plastic bottle cap, and when my "master" came home, I was also very sad. I thought to myself, God, how can I live in this narrow plastic bottle without fresh air? Mom, come and help me. Under the "torture" of the "master", I haven't eaten for dozens of days. In these days, I am all skin and bones.
When I was dying, I seemed to see playing freely in the river with my friends. ...