Parrots sing clearly and like to fly around trees. In the blink of an eye, it gently stopped on the branch again. It looked at the fruit on the tree motionless, ready to bite open the seed coat with a pliers-like mouth.
The parrot found the target, spread its wings, flew past like an arrow, grabbed the seed, landed on the branch, gently bit open the seed shell with pliers mouth, threw it aside and ate it with relish, only the leaves were still shaking.
I really want to catch a parrot. Grandpa looked at me and said, "son, parrots are our friends." Sometimes you may think that you helped it, but you hurt it. " Sometimes you may hurt our lovely parrot because of your love. Do you think the parrot should be domesticated or released and let it live happily? "
After listening to grandpa's words, my face turned a little red, so I gave up the idea. Whenever the parrot comes, I look at it from a distance, hoping it can stop on the branch for a while.
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2. Create "Bird Song" with 300 words of "Bird Song"
I am not an eagle soaring in the sky, showing off my clear vision and sharp claws in the hovering;
I am not an oriole, a beautiful flower. I show my infinite gentleness and gentleness in my songs.
I am not that humble sparrow, looking for cold branches all day, waiting for the gradual cooling of desire in the lonely sandbar.
I am a thorn bird, a proud bird born in flames. I was born for a long search, or an infinite escape. Yes, escape from the predatory fate of birds, escape from the gorgeous net of human greed, escape from the pursuit of eagle birds, escape to the silent forest, escape to the plain where flowers are in full bloom, and escape to the distance with my pursuit.
In this way, my life, a brilliant and beautiful life, started with a bang.
3. The first volume of the seventh grade Chinese "Birds" imitates a 500-word composition. The first volume of the seventh grade Chinese "Birds" imitates the composition.
Parrots like to stop on big trees, and a pair of flesh-colored claws hold the branches tightly. Its color is very bright, the feathers on its head are like yellow headscarves, embroidered with gray patterns, the feathers on its back are like light green coats, and the feathers on its abdomen are like golden shirts. It is small and exquisite, with a curved and sharp mouth under a pair of bright and flexible eyes.
Parrots sing clearly and like to fly around trees. In the blink of an eye, it gently stopped on the branch again. It looked at the fruit on the tree motionless, ready to bite open the seed coat with a pliers-like mouth.
The parrot found the target, spread its wings, flew past like an arrow, grabbed the seed, landed on the branch, gently bit open the seed shell with pliers mouth, threw it aside and ate it with relish, only the leaves were still shaking.
I really want to catch a parrot. Grandpa looked at me and said, "son, parrots are our friends." Sometimes you may think that you helped it, but you hurt it. " Sometimes you may hurt our lovely parrot because of your love. Do you think the parrot should be domesticated or released and let it live happily? "
After listening to grandpa's words, my face turned a little red, so I gave up the idea. Whenever the parrot comes, I look at it from a distance, hoping it can stop on the branch for a while.
Birds are singers of nature. Grade 200 words imitate nature, wind or water. Nature is our home, and we are also small members of nature. Friends, have you found how wonderful and magical nature is? Then let's explore together!
I came to the countryside, where mountains are surrounded, mountains are rolling, pines and cypresses are everywhere, trees are shaded, flowers are in full bloom, insects and birds are singing. Listen! What's that noise? "Twittering, twittering" Oh, that's the bird singing happily. Listen, it seems that I have become a bird myself. I sing with all the birds, singing while flying, singing while flying. ...
I flew to the stream and suddenly heard a voice more beautiful than our song. I said goodbye to the bird and changed back to myself. Listen! "Ding Dong Ding Dong, Ding Dong Ding Dong" What a crisp voice and wonderful music. I seem to see pebbles colliding and crabs playing. Huh? Why are there so many ducks and cheerful songs?
I walked along the place where the sound came, and walked … finally found the place where the sound came. Listen! "La la la la la, ga ga ga" Oh, it was "Commander Duck" who took his soldiers to take a bath! That chorus is full of the rich flavor of nature.
It's getting dark, the birds have entered a sweet sleep, and the moonlight welcomes the frogs' croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak,
It is too late. I should go home, too. I reluctantly bid farewell to my friends in my hometown.
Friend, do you want to hear about nature, too? Then listen to nature with me!