The story of me and poetry 350

Last Sunday, grandma gave me a rabbit. Just born for more than a month. It is very small. Its hair is black. I

When I brought it, it was still timid and couldn't run fast. That night, the little rabbit seemed very unhappy and didn't eat much. The next morning, I put the rabbit on the grass and it began to eat grass and jump around.

Jump, it seems that the rabbit has become accustomed to this environment. The happy rabbit ate the draft with relish. After eating, it washes its face with two front paws and scratches its ears with one front paw. It looks very cute. It rains every day.

After finishing my homework after school in the afternoon, I ran to see my little rabbit. It seems to know me very well, lying on my hand, lazy and unwilling to move. Sometimes I put it on the ground and let it move, but it still doesn't move.

Landing seems to be sick at first glance, but don't be fooled by its tricks! As long as there is movement, run out like an arrow leaving the string. Since I had this little rabbit, I feel that life is very happy. I think if.

How nice it would be to have this little rabbit with me forever! But one day the rabbit suddenly disappeared. It was a Saturday morning. When I came back from learning English, I found the rabbit missing. My mother and I took everything from the shed.

I came out to look for it, but I couldn't see its shadow, which made me cry. My mother and I looked behind the shed, but we couldn't find it. The rabbit is so small, will it live without my mother and me? All afternoon, in front of my eyes

Its lovely figure appears from time to time. I searched every corner of our yard. I wish it could miraculously appear in front of me, but it has been missing 10 hours, and it rained in the middle.

Rain ... I dare not think about it ... My greatest hope is that it can return to nature and live a free and happy life. ......