Imitation composition of bird language text

1. Imitate the composition of bird language and listen to bird language.

In the cold evening, there is sporadic light snow, walking in the cold street with wide sleeves open, and a pot of warm wine is playing on the ridge. The wine gurgled and emitted white steam. I am absorbed in the master's Frost and Snow on My Wrist, but I don't feel cold. After receiving a floating elm pod as a drink, the girl nodded and accepted it. He came home with a jar in his arms. "Back to Xi, back to Xi ..." He muttered all the way, and looked to the west carelessly, only to see the bright moon coming out of the western hills and the Ming River in the sky.

When I got home, I opened the window and had a drink on the moon. I was very confused. I thought about making wine with osmanthus in Na Yue. What is the fragrance? I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I heard birds staying near the eaves, and the bells of the temple rang in the distance. If it's spring, ask whether the shutter begonia is still there.

This is a fragment of an ancient literati's life in my imagination.

"The loveliest place for birds is not when people are sitting, but when they are sleeping." This sentence is wonderful. Lying in bed for a while before waking up is a great enjoyment, but my consciousness is still awake, but my ears are bright and birds are singing. Let's talk about some digressions here. Those literati write some boneless but elegant words, draw a few romantic flowers, and say that they will live a life of drunkenness, but they are pursuing differences with Wen Tianxiang, and everyone has their own interests. It seems that they are only born for beautiful flowers and birds, and they worship and appreciate them all their lives. No matter what traitor is in power and the people are in poverty, he sits under the begonia tree in the mustard garden and vindicates the begonia: Who said that begonia has no fragrance, just like that?

Anyway, people like me who live in downtown and are on the verge of sleep at six or seven o'clock only hear the noise outside the window, voices, the sound of rolling doors, the sound of motorcycles starting, the sound of cars whizzing by, and even the sound of supermarket promotional advertisements. Let me emphasize that I feel like a person who looks like my mother in a supermarket uniform, pulling my ears and inciting revolution with mixed feelings. Big sale! Buy one get one free in the audience! Come and snap it up! "This kind of bombing often lasts for a month.

At this time, I will jump out of bed, close the window, pull the curtains so that they can't be mercerized, move all the potted plants to the window (the physics book says that trees have the function of shielding noise), form a five-element gossip array, and be ready to fight at any time, like a soldier standing on the wall of a vegetation. The result is of course full of noise arrows. Plug your ears with cotton balls, wrap your head with a pillow, wrap your pillow with a blanket, and turn Yani's piano music to the maximum decibel (the speaker burst open and all the dust on the floor was shaken). However, the traffic outside the window is still like a fly that can't be caught. Where is it buzzing? The expression of mosquito's hitting technique featured in mosquito-repellent incense advertisement is on your face. That's proud ...

So, I paced up and down the room with a pillow, fidgeting, complaining and crying to the sky: which * * * said that "big cities are hidden"?

Think of an ancient poem, shake a pig's tail when you are hungry. "Two orioles singing green willows" is really a beautiful poem with bright and gratifying colors. Are those two orioles poets? The color and temperature of the sun, the soft touch of dandelion, the small red mouth with a sharp tip, the eyes illuminated by dew on the tip of the leaf, the narrow tongue cut by bamboo leaves, crying for dribs and drabs of water, two birds snuggled up to each other and swayed the willow branches to draw a curved arc. ...

May such an oriole swallow the whole dirty world. I am willing to slowly melt in its gastric juice, and I pray silently.

I hope there is a big willow tree downstairs in my house, which breaks through the solid brick in the parking lot downstairs and draws straight, blocking the sun and making the whole world stop and cool. One of its wickers plunged into the water and entangled the clouds and moonlight in the West Lake. A new branch sticks out from the window of my room on the fifth floor and onto my pillow. Of course, there are two orioles on the soft stem, and I pray silently.

2. Imitate the bird language composition in the fourth grade book 15. In 400 words, people say, "Birds don't have any thoughts, don't understand languages and can't communicate."

At first, I thought it was reasonable, but that afternoon, I changed my mind ... An old man in the opposite building loves birds, keeps a black myna, feeds him every day, changes water, takes good care of him and even teaches him to talk. It wasn't long before myna learned many languages.

I wanted to see if it could really understand people's words, so I stepped forward gently and tried to communicate with it. I didn't expect it to look at me, then it bulged and looked up and shouted, "Hey! Hello! Hello! Hello! " I was very surprised. I imitated the way it spoke and called it twice: "Eat! Eat! " The little guy looked at me with his head tilted for a long time, then put his pointed mouth into the small bowl beside him and ate a few mouthfuls of rice.

I am a child who grew up in the countryside. I have loved birds since I was a child. I like to see their graceful and vigorous posture, their singing and gentle words.

According to grandpa, birds can "talk", and some people really know bird language. It is said that in ancient times there was a man named Gong Yechang who could speak birds. Once, he heard it from the swallow's soft whisper.

There is a big fat sheep on the top of Nanshan Mountain in Gongye Chang, Gongye Chang. Go back quickly. You eat meat and I eat sausage. . "He climbed up the south mountain, and sure enough he carried a big fat sheep that fell to death.

How I want to be a "grandfather" who knows bird language! Even if I don't get the reward of Big Fat Sheep, it is very pleasant to talk to birds, chat, make friends and listen to their interesting stories about the bird kingdom. So I often try to get close to birds and talk to them.

In spring, the cuckoo comes. Their cries of "goo goo" are clearly urging people to get off work quickly! I like talking to cuckoo best:

"What do you do?"

"agriculture and textiles"

"What do you like?"

"Work hard"

Free question and answer is so interesting that I seem to have become a flying bird.

Grandpa saw me waiting for a while and saying stupid things to the birds in the tree, so he reminded me, "Listen, the cuckoo told you to work hard! Why don't you go to school? " I immediately picked up my schoolbag and ran to school. Thinking of cuckoo's affectionate voice, I really dare not neglect my studies.

It is said that magpie is a bird that brings good news to people, and people in the village like it very much. Therefore, although its voice is not outstanding, people will still feel kind when they hear its sound. "Twitter, Twitter", isn't that clearly saying "happy home, happy home"? Whenever this happens, I have unspeakable happiness in my heart, always looking forward to the early arrival of happy events. Although its "words"

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And thrush, oriole, lark. . Their "language" is extremely rich! As soon as I heard their cries, I pretended to be a "bosom friend" and made a guess. I have woven many interesting stories, which are often impossible to realize, but they always give people hope and comfort and add a lot of fun to life. Although I haven't learned Gongye Chang's skill, I have established an unusually deep affection with birds. From the busy swallow all day, I realized the value of hard work. I learned the importance of discipline from geese. I learned the brave and tenacious spirit from the eagle in the storm.

Birds are really our good friends. Wow!

4. Bird Language Composition [Bird Language Composition] Spring is coming! The earth woke up from sleep and put on a green dress. Small animals play together. I came to the bird language forest with my parents. There are many lovely and lively birds in the forest, and they are all dressed like beautiful princesses and handsome princes. First, I saw two thrushes. Brother Bird said, "Poor Iraq is doomed to be invaded. The younger brother said, "It's not destiny takes a hand, it's man-made. It turns out that China is also poor and backward! But now it has become prosperous. "So they are talking about the Gulf War. Aren't they bad? They also learned to care about world affairs. When I was in the sixth grade of primary school, I wrote the composition "Bird Language Composition". I walked on. Soon I saw three red-crowned cranes chirping, so I went up to join in the fun and they agreed to let them join their seminar. " People don't care about the environment. I really can't stand it! "My face turned red and I quickly said," No, everyone loves environmental protection. It's just that some people throw scraps of paper. ",,,,,everyone talked for half an hour. Finally, the bird gave us one last chance! I rushed to the street to organize everyone to clean the society and streets together. After I ran this street, I ran to that street again. At this time, I was walking to the bird language forest and saw that my parents had disappeared. The bird nearby said, "Your parents also went to clean the society! "After a while, the earth became clean and the birds were happy to make friends with us. There are still many animals waiting for us in the animal world, and we are going to the next stop.

In the early morning, I came to the Woods. Thousands of birds were playing in the branches, larks were singing harmony in the branches, swallows were dancing happily, geese were flying out of benevolence, sparrows were shouting for freedom, magpies were celebrating, and pigeons were swimming out of peace.

In this quiet and serene forest, all kinds of birds are performing symphonic songs and dances, and every bird is singing heartily. I stand in the world of birds, with a vast sky overhead and a group of chirping birds around me.

They are talking about this happy life; They are talking about this harmonious home; They are singing, singing this free, harmonious and happy home. I listen, listen to this heartfelt pride.

How happy they are! However, in a zoo, the birds here look at the blue sky and their homes in the Woods. What about their brothers and sisters? How are your parents? They looked blankly at their cold faces. They are telling their loneliness and helplessness, but no one can hear them. No one can hear the yearning for the blue sky and the desire to break through the iron cage hidden under beautiful feathers. I listen, listen, their helplessness! In a game restaurant, the chef caught a poor pigeon and burned it alive in a pot. It is said that such meat will be delicious.

It cried, cried, cried, it struggled, it wanted to get rid of these demons, it wanted to go back to its beautiful home, and it cried about this dark world. I listen, listen, their despair! I listened to the birds singing and realized the true meaning of life.

Dude, listen to the birds! Listen to the sounds of animals and give them a home with clear water and blue sky.

6. Write a composition modeled after the text "Pearl Spring". In spring and March, the spring breeze is as warm as spring. Miss Chun came to us with light steps. Spring is the season of flowers and birds, and everything recovers. Naughty grass sticks its head out, gorgeous flowers are blooming, and spring is everywhere. I suggest that students go for a spring outing in Pearl Spring. The scenery there is really great. This is a paradise. Last year, my mother and I went there to play, and now it still makes me linger!

Pearl Spring has a miniature view of the Great Wall of Wan Li. When I was about to climb the stairs, I saw seven big red letters on the wall, "You are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall". The pen is vigorous and powerful, so I decided to stick to it until the end. Not far from the end of the Great Wall, I was panting and sweating. You are not a hero until you reach the Great Wall! I persisted until the end, and finally reached the end of the Great Wall-beacon tower. Boarding the beacon tower and looking into the distance, the clear lake reflects the blue sky and white clouds, beautiful flowers are dotted with stars, lush pines and cypresses are tall and straight, high-rise buildings are row upon row, roads are criss-crossing, and chessboard-like farmland breeds green hope ... This is actually "but you can broaden your vision of 300 miles as long as you go up a flight of stairs".

What makes me most happy is that I also took a bamboo raft! Bathed in the warm spring breeze, the sparkling lake is rippling, the fish in the water are playing happily, and the willow trees and pink peach blossoms on both sides of the river are really refreshing. The stripes of green willow branches are like a girl's long hair, and pink peach blossoms are like a girl's face. This scene reminds me of the poem "Jasper dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestry hang down".

As for how magical and beautiful Pearl Spring is and what it is named after, I won't say much. Let's have a look for ourselves and appreciate its beauty and magic!