Jilaniao composition

In our usual study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following is my collection of bird of paradise prose, which is welcome for your reference and I hope it will help you.

There is a bird of paradise in Indonesia. When courting, dozens of males often gather on high branches deep in the jungle, spread their beautiful wings, or dance or sing by the neck to attract females. The scene is very spectacular.

Photographer Sompa wanted to take this scene, but it was difficult to capture it because it was deep in the jungle. So he made a huge net cover, completely covered a big tree, and caught twenty males in it. In order to make the lid clean and tidy, he paved all the ground in the lid with cement, then kept cleaning it every day, and put the fat and big pine caterpillars in the lid every day, hoping that the birds of paradise would live and grow happily in a high-quality environment until their courtship season and take the best photos.

But it didn't take long for the birds of paradise to have different degrees of problems, some were depressed, some were flapping their wings painfully, and some even died. Songpa quickly called a bird expert to see the birds. After seeing the big net cover, the expert asked about the feeding situation, and then said to Songpa: This is caused by indigestion of birds. If the concrete floor is scraped off, the situation will be better in a few days.

What is the connection between cement floor and bird digestion? Sompa followed the expert's instructions in a suspicious way. Within a few days, all the birds of paradise were alive and kicking, and their feathers became bright and bright.

Experts told Sompa that birds of paradise have no teeth. After eating, they smash food through sandbags in their bodies and then enter their stomachs. So they usually deliberately swallow a lot of gravel, but in order to be neat, you spread all the ground with cement, and the birds of paradise have no place to swallow gravel, so they have indigestion.

In life, some people will use so-called innovative methods or unconventional means in order to pursue the greatest benefit or the best effect, but innovation should also grasp one thing: don't destroy the existing laws of things, otherwise it will be counterproductive.

Legend has it that the bird of paradise is a kind of god bird. It lives in the "paradise of heaven" and eats the dew from the sky. When it flies, it can make charming music. So it is also called bird of paradise, sunbird, wind bird and fog bird.

The bird of paradise has a golden green head and is covered with gorgeous feathers, especially a pair of long tail feathers, which are even more charming and dazzling.

There are many kinds of birds of paradise. The bluebird of paradise raises its head and arches its back when courting, with golden fluff erected on both sides of its body; Or hang upside down from a branch and shake off gorgeous feathers to attract females. A "bird of paradise without feet" doesn't really have no feet, but its feet are short and it is hidden in long feathers when flying, so people can't see it. The tail of a bird of paradise without feet is two or three times longer than its body, and it is also called a long-tailed bird of paradise.

The bird of paradise is only about 20 cm, much smaller than other birds of paradise. It is faithful to love. Once you lose your partner, another bird will starve to death. The bird of paradise is withdrawn by nature and doesn't want to live with other birds. When other bird migration, it will also fly to the sky and act as a "guide" in the air.

Because some people love birds of paradise, some songs are also named after birds of paradise. The famous writer Sanmao also wrote a prose poem named after birds of paradise, which was loved by people.

For generations, people have used the feathers of birds of paradise as the headdress of ceremonies. When people began to export feathers, birds of paradise were over-killed, and now they are on the verge of extinction. Let's cherish and protect the birds of paradise together!

More than 3,500 years ago, Australians discovered this beautiful bird in New Guinea, thinking that it came from a distant paradise, hence the name Bird of Paradise, which is recognized as the most beautiful bird in the world.

The most precious birds of paradise are the top-feathered bird of paradise, the tail-tailed bird of paradise, the blue-feathered bird of paradise and the sickle-billed bird of paradise. The best is a bird of paradise with a tail. It always flies against the wind, for fear of blowing the furry tail feathers out of order. Its tail feather is like a big feather fan, which is bigger than its own body. Feathers are colorful, including striking yellow, pure white, sky-blue and so on.

Legend has it that birds of paradise live in heaven and eat the nectar from the sky. The creator gave them the most beautiful bodies and clothes, which brought happiness to the world. In fact, birds of paradise live deep in the forest, with more than 40 species, of which more than 30 species are distributed in Papua New Guinea. Therefore, the bird of paradise has become the national bird of Papua New Guinea, and its image can be seen on national flags, national emblems, passenger airliners and various souvenirs.

If you have the chance, you can go to New Guinea to see the most beautiful birds in the world.

I sat at a messy desk-it's strange that I remember that dream so much, as if it was ten million years ago-and I struggled to fly far in the sky, but my feet were tied by a rope that stretched to the limit. ...

A few days ago, I turned over the composition written after junior high school, and my heart was so dull and desolate. I can't see anything except that familiar street, except early morning or night, except white fog or dim street lights. My world is forcibly divided into pieces by "responsibility" and "future", into a region, a school and a home. When I received a phone call from my classmate saying that I wanted to go out to play, but I had to face the textbook, I realized why a title of San Mao's "Walking Up and Down in Qian Shan" almost moved me to tears. I am a caged bird.

Physical education class didn't attend class that day, and the monitor opened the cartoon McDull for us to watch. I sat in my seat, watching this chubby pig, shaking my feet, and learning the rigid and fixed pattern of "a few words" and "have you eaten yet, want rice noodles" at school. After seeing that he was lost, he met a pizza, and the pizza used all its money to get McDull on the boat, just to go to the amusement park facilities. Seeing his girlfriend, living a hard life since childhood, chattering endlessly, I was so distressed that I almost fell into water. Mcdull's mother told a short story: "Once upon a time, there was a prince who was very stupid. Later, he grew up and became a stupid uncle. " So I have this idea in my heart. We were all princes when we were young, but we will grow old one day. Why not be a bird of paradise now and fly freely before we get old? I don't want to be mediocre ...

I am a bird of paradise, but I don't want to be embroidered on the screen. It was bright at first, a little faded, and it was so painful that I couldn't move. In the end, death will rot to the top, how sad!

I'm sorry, too. I want to fly, but I can't let go of the thread that wraps around me. I imagine myself strangled by a bunch of threads wrapped in the name of love. On a stormy night, the wind threw my remains into the mud, and my claws clung to those silk threads. I can't throw away those things that warm my heart. My favorite mother carefully cut the apple into very thin, long and serious expressions with a knife. My favorite teacher wears gold-rimmed glasses to remind me like grandma cat in fairy tales. ...

I think I'm ambivalent. Sometimes I admire myself, but sometimes I question myself. I write down my gloom in the dark corner, but I want to be a sunny girl in the sun. I long for freedom, but after writing so much, I think it is shameful for me to think so, or I don't understand the true meaning of freedom at all.

So I seem to have walked back to that dream.

Heaven and earth and myself ... are very quiet. ...

Dreams are connected, teacher. If the next time you see a bird with a wire on its feet in your dream, it will fly low and moan overhead.

I think it must be me.