Lesson 9 Hens imitate writing animals

1. The fourth grade composition imitates "hen" to write a small animal puppy "Wang Wang"

"Wang Wang" is my cousin's puppy? Same as its name? Puppies are also very likable.

"Wang Wang" is white? That long curly hair haunts you? Like a thick white robe. It is black.

Big bright eyes flashing in the shadow of long hair? It's like there are two black gems set there. I think it must be terrible.

It means knowing someone? So I always peek through the cracks in my long hair. Under a small dark nose?

Hiding a small mouth that is not easy to find. But? When it yawns? Or shout? That row is sharp.

Your teeth will show. Only then? People just remember that it has a fierce side.

Wang Wang likes to eat a lot? But the favorite food is ham and milk. I put the ham sausage on the ground? just

Have fun. Did you get a look at him? Its small mouth opens and closes? Ham sausage is getting shorter from long to short? Not yet.

Yes

Wang Wang loves cleanliness? But it can't change the naughty nature. One day? My cousin and I took Wang Wang to have a picnic. At dinner?

Cousin took out a plastic bag to hold melon skins and shells. Unexpected? I just threw the eggshell in? Wang Wang got into the plastic bag.

Eat it? As a result, my face is dirty. What loves cleanliness? What about hygiene? At this time, it seems that everyone is thrown into the sky by Wang Wang.

Izumo Cousin saw it? A little angry. Smart woof-woof. See? Get on the ground honestly. ...

Looking at the lovely Wang Wang? I'm a little jealous, right? I hope one day. I can have one as good as Wang Wang.

Like puppies.

2. Imitate the fifth-grade Chinese Book 1 Lesson 9 Hens Write Mother's Composition I have an ordinary and great mother.

A beautiful black hair, a pair of small eyes with gods, and a pair of nearsighted glasses on the bridge of the nose, this is my mother. She is ordinary because she buys food, cooks and washes clothes every day like other people's mothers, sends me to school and takes me home.

I remember it was a hot summer, and the power went out that day. I slept in the bed, my forehead was hot and I was sweating all over. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly picked up a fan and gave it to me. I fell asleep in the breeze.

Suddenly, a drop of water fell on my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother sweating and fanning me. "Mom, thank you!" I read silently in my mind.

It was another rainy day. After school, my mother came to pick me up. It rained heavily, but my mother only brought an umbrella. Walking on the road, looking up at the sky, the sky on my mother's side is cloudy, but the sky on my side is purple.

When I got home, my mother's clothes were all wet, and I suddenly understood what was going on. This is my mother, a kind and silly mother.

Hen writes mother's composition. I have an ordinary and great mother.

A beautiful black hair, a pair of small eyes with gods, and a pair of nearsighted glasses on the bridge of the nose, this is my mother.

She is ordinary because she buys food, cooks and washes clothes every day like other people's mothers, sends me to school and takes me home.

I remember it was a hot summer, and the power went out that day. I slept in the bed, my forehead was hot and I was sweating all over. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly picked up a fan and gave it to me. I fell asleep in the breeze. Suddenly, a drop of water fell on my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother sweating and fanning me. "Mom, thank you!" I read silently in my mind.

It was another rainy day. After school, my mother came to pick me up. It rained heavily, but my mother only brought an umbrella. Walking on the road, looking up at the sky, the sky on my mother's side is cloudy, but the sky on my side is purple. When I got home, my mother's clothes were all wet, and I suddenly understood what was going on.

This is my mother, a kind and silly mother.

4. Imitating Lao She's hen composition should be related to animals. We often praise the great mother, and the dog mother is actually a great mother.

There is a very humble dog in the country. She's not very big. She has two children and lives in the straw pile in the tile house next door all day. She is a China farm dog, yes, it's normal. I even hate her a little. Every time I want to feed her children, she always tries to run in front of them and eat everything, leaving nothing behind.

What a greedy and selfish mother!

Actually, it's not. At that time, the puppy couldn't eat anything. I saw her walking slowly towards the child. When her legs were bent, the two puppies hugged their mother together and sucked the milk greedily. It turned out that she was trying to maintain the milk in her body. . ..

The puppy has grown up and can walk, but she still follows the child around for fear that the child will get lost or be in danger.

When other fierce big dogs come to the child's place, she will rush up and shout desperately. Even if the other person is much stronger than her, she is just a weak mother. At this time, I often go up to help her drive away the big dog.

I suddenly admire her. I really admire her courage and her deep and unchanging love for children.

5. Imitate the hen's text and write 500 words about another animal. As the saying goes, an inch of autumn rain is cold, and a night of autumn frost is yellow.

It's almost the Double Ninth Festival, and autumn is maturing. Lakes and mountains have become colorful, lonely and calm unconsciously. Nature, with a profound and sophisticated Zen artistic conception, declares a solemn beauty to the earth.

This charm is the figure of autumn rain and its melodious rhythm. I sat quietly in my study, listening to the sound of autumn rain outside the window. It is refreshing and plain, just like a spiritual pearl falling from the dust, graceful, light lotus steps, ethereal and charming.

I put down the scroll in my hand, gently opened the window door, stretched out a numb hand, and let the "tick-tock" rain drop on my palm. I feel a little coolness spread from my palm to my whole body, making the summer heat disappear without a trace.

I savor the beauty of raindrops, they are pearl-shaped, round and exquisite; The color is like glass, crystal clear. This round of autumn rain is somewhat Zen, and there is a sigh in the clarity; In the meantime, there is an extraordinary smell, which is also fragrant, astringent, alcoholic and sour.

I understand that this is the full brewing of the four seasons, the selfless dedication of the earth, full of deep affection for this harvest. I seem to see: when autumn rain falls on sorghum, sorghum laughs and blushes; Autumn rain fell on the rice, and the rice smiled and bent; Autumn rain falls on the maple leaf, which turns red; There is a touch of sunset that shoots a golden light from the cloud gap and dyes the earth golden. Ah! This is the dress of autumn, the background color of autumn, and the mighty coast of peace. What a bumper harvest! Autumn rain falls from the heavenly palace like a shower.

With a sense of pride, it washes away the dust in people's journey and the dusty pages of the calendar, deliberately giving the world a fragrant and rich dream. Autumn rain is always full of silk, lingering, dancing with the autumn wind, as if weak and boneless, if the pearl is broken, it will slowly spread to Yuhuan, Shan Ye, flowers and trees.

Tiny raindrops bathe you quietly and the vast land. "Who said that the rain is soft and there is no wind, and Qiu Lai lives in natural conditions?".

Autumn rain contains the feelings of heaven and earth, pouring out the heart of the universe; She was affectionate and meaningful, causing chrysanthemums to bloom and calling back the flying geese. She is like a burning flame in love, igniting the sentiment of the season and illuminating the world.

This feeling comes from God's giving, which contains the connotation of heaven and earth. But who knows, autumn is a memorable season.

Watching everything gradually fall apart, watching the green leaves wither, watching the flowers wither under the west wind, and watching the leaves pile up in the autumn rain, you will have a helpless mood, recalling the heavy feeling and sense of loss that the ruthless years are gone forever, life is short, and the years are wasted; Looking back on the half century of my life, suddenly, I pinched my fingers and counted. Even if life really has a hundred years, the annual rings of life are over half! An unspeakable loneliness gradually imprisoned the madness of a former teenager. The past has never passed. Carefree childhood, surging youth, and the spirit of searching in full bloom can only be used as a kind of memory, copying chapters of memoirs for future generations to comment on.

And between the lines of memories, how much pleasure can you make you smile? I often wonder: If the past comes back to reality, can I bypass it? When real-time turned into history, did I have more joy? There is always an unsolvable equation in my heart, which dissolves, neutralizes, changes, precipitates in the form of elements in the eternal journey, and finally carbonizes and becomes a fossil. My thoughts are flying, hanging on the bookshelf, overlapping waves are all over the world, constantly beating my heart, looking through my long-lost resume, thinking of the past after a long separation, and my common sense is still confused, indicating that I am worried.

A gust of wind swept by, and the fluttering curtains dragged my thoughts back. I realized that autumn rain should bring joy, and harvest is a great gift of autumn.

In the harvest season, whether the continuous autumn rain is deliberately arranged by God for people to think about the past days in the harvest season, whether it is sadness or happiness, and whether it is a summary or reflection on the past years. People, like other things, are inspired by summing up and evolve in reflection. I walked out of the study, stood in the rain and looked up at the sky. The foggy sky is unfathomable.

Bathed in the coolness and comfort brought by the autumn rain, a deep sense of relief welled up in my heart. I feel like I'm in Zen, sitting on the lotus platform, completely in the mirror. Look at a coat of autumn water and experience the correct lifestyle.

Life is like autumn water, which moistens life. Life needs a graceful, calm, quiet and free-and-easy personality. If life is more lingering and quiet in the autumn rain, and more calm and free and easy in the autumn rain, how wonderful and rich life will be.

There are so many troubles and troubles in life because we are sometimes too impatient and eager for quick success. Autumn rain has brought us a lot of enlightenment, and many feelings about life, life and nature are just that we don't appreciate it with our heart, learn from it and experience it.

Have you noticed that the meticulous autumn rain is not just like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes. Experienced too many vigorous things, he knew that plain is the most important thing in the world. All the honors, auras, achievements ... are only temporary. No matter who you are, you can't stay at the top forever. There is always a time to sit at the foot of the mountain and rest. The lingering autumn rain moistens the earth and the world, adds vitality to the world and shows the magical charm of nature. The world is developing in an orderly way.

Walking in the autumn rain, a natural celestial mirror was built on the ground, reflecting the infinite hope of the earth, which reflected E68A843231335323635438+0343134313633636 Today's rain is particularly fresh and wonderful, affecting my body and mind and everything around me.

And my mood is like the warmth of autumn rain, with a hint of * * * looming, like a dream, elegant and chic. After an autumn rain, the air was much fresher, and all the dirt was washed away by the wind and rain. The once roaring river is no longer noisy, thus embracing warmth and stepping into maturity and sophistication.

Ah, I finally know: autumn rain, sowing is beautiful, and collection is vast.

6. Imitate the hen's text and write 500 words about another animal. As the saying goes, an inch of autumn rain is cold, and a night of autumn frost is yellow.

It's almost the Double Ninth Festival, and autumn is maturing. Lakes and mountains have become colorful, lonely and calm unconsciously. Nature, with a profound and sophisticated Zen artistic conception, declares a solemn beauty to the earth.

This charm is the figure of autumn rain and its melodious rhythm. I sat quietly in my study, listening to the sound of autumn rain outside the window. It is refreshing and plain, just like a spiritual pearl falling from the dust, graceful, light lotus steps, ethereal and charming.

I put down the scroll in my hand, gently opened the window door, stretched out a numb hand, and let the "tick-tock" rain drop on my palm. I feel a little coolness spread from my palm to my whole body, making the summer heat disappear without a trace.

I savor the beauty of raindrops, they are pearl-shaped, round and exquisite; The color is like glass, crystal clear. This round of autumn rain is somewhat Zen, and there is a sigh in the clarity; In the meantime, there is an extraordinary smell, which is also fragrant, astringent, alcoholic and sour.

I understand that this is the full brewing of the four seasons, the selfless dedication of the earth, full of deep affection for this harvest. I seem to see: when autumn rain falls on sorghum, sorghum laughs and blushes; Autumn rain fell on the rice, and the rice smiled and bent; Autumn rain falls on the maple leaf, which turns red; There is a touch of sunset that shoots a golden light from the cloud gap and dyes the earth golden. Ah! This is the dress of autumn, the background color of autumn, and the mighty coast of peace. What a bumper harvest! Autumn rain falls from the heavenly palace like a shower.

With a sense of pride, it washes away the dust in people's journey and the dusty pages of the calendar, deliberately giving the world a fragrant and rich dream. Autumn rain is always full of silk, lingering, dancing with the autumn wind, as if weak and boneless, if the pearl is broken, it will slowly spread to Yuhuan, Shan Ye, flowers and trees.

Tiny raindrops bathe you quietly and the vast land. "Who said that the rain is soft and there is no wind, and Qiu Lai lives in natural conditions?".

Autumn rain contains the feelings of heaven and earth, pouring out the heart of the universe; She was affectionate and meaningful, causing chrysanthemums to bloom and calling back the flying geese. She is like a burning flame in love, igniting the sentiment of the season and illuminating the world.

This feeling comes from God's giving, which contains the connotation of heaven and earth. But who knows, autumn is a memorable season.

Watching everything gradually fall apart, watching the green leaves wither, watching the flowers wither under the west wind, and watching the leaves pile up in the autumn rain, you will have a helpless mood, recalling the heavy feeling and sense of loss that the ruthless years are gone forever, life is short, and the years are wasted; Looking back on the half century of my life, suddenly, I pinched my fingers and counted. Even if life really has a hundred years, the annual rings of life are over half! An unspeakable loneliness gradually imprisoned the madness of a former teenager. The past has never passed. Carefree childhood, surging youth, and the spirit of searching in full bloom can only be used as a kind of memory, copying chapters of memoirs for future generations to comment on.

And between the lines of memories, how much pleasure can you make you smile? I often wonder: If the past comes back to reality, can I bypass it? When real-time turned into history, did I have more joy? There is always an unsolvable equation in my heart, which dissolves, neutralizes, changes, precipitates in the form of elements in the eternal journey, and finally carbonizes and becomes a fossil. My thoughts are flying, hanging on the bookshelf, overlapping waves are all over the world, constantly beating my heart, looking through my long-lost resume, thinking of the past after a long separation, and my common sense is still confused, indicating that I am worried.

A gust of wind swept by, and the fluttering curtains dragged my thoughts back. I realized that autumn rain should bring joy, and harvest is a great gift of autumn.

In the harvest season, whether the continuous autumn rain is deliberately arranged by God for people to think about the past days in the harvest season, whether it is sadness or happiness, and whether it is a summary or reflection on the past years. People, like other things, are inspired by summing up and evolve in reflection. I walked out of the study, stood in the rain and looked up at the sky. The foggy sky is unfathomable.

Bathed in the coolness and comfort brought by the autumn rain, a deep sense of relief welled up in my heart. I feel like I'm in Zen, sitting on the lotus platform, completely in the mirror. Look at a coat of autumn water and experience the correct lifestyle.

Life is like autumn water, which moistens life. Life needs a graceful, calm, quiet and free-and-easy personality. If life is more lingering and quiet in the autumn rain, and more calm and free and easy in the autumn rain, how wonderful and rich life will be.

There are so many troubles and troubles in life because we are sometimes too impatient and eager for quick success. Autumn rain has brought us a lot of enlightenment, and many feelings about life, life and nature are just that we don't appreciate it with our heart, learn from it and experience it.

Have you noticed that the meticulous autumn rain is not just like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes. Experienced too many vigorous things, he knew that plain is the most important thing in the world. All the honors, auras, achievements ... are only temporary. No matter who you are, you can't stay at the top forever. There is always a time to sit at the foot of the mountain and rest. The lingering autumn rain moistens the earth and the world, adds vitality to the world and shows the magical charm of nature. The world is developing in an orderly way.

After a break in autumn rain, a natural celestial mirror is built on the ground, reflecting the infinite hope of the earth and the joy of people's harvest. Today's rain is particularly fresh and wonderful, affecting my body and mind and everything around me.

And my mood is like the warmth of autumn rain, with a hint of * * * looming, like a dream, elegant and chic. After an autumn rain, the air was much fresher, and all the dirt was washed away by the wind and rain. The once roaring river is no longer noisy, thus embracing warmth and stepping into maturity and sophistication.

Ah, I finally know: autumn rain, sowing is beautiful, and collection is vast.

7. The first volume of the fourth grade text "Hen" rewrote the dog's composition in 400 words. I like this hen very much. I heard it quack in the morning, from the front yard to the backyard, from the backyard to the backyard, until I woke up.

Every morning, it will call like this and become my "little alarm clock". Sometimes, along the wall, or along the dam, it sings its beautiful songs high, which is very beautiful.

Sometimes, walking is fun. When it comes to the lake, it has to play with its good friend duck. It's a fun day. Sometimes, when I meet another hen, I want to compare with that hen. They have many competitions, such as wrestling and singing.

Sometimes, it also cares about hens and helps them clean their feathers. They fight, and the hen goes up to stop the fight, just like the "Pacific police". The eggs it lays are rich in nutrition. When he is free, he squats in the chicken coop and gives me nutritious eggs. As soon as it lays eggs, it quacks, as if to say, "little master, I laid eggs for you again." Look at you, so thin, like a bean sprout, hurry back and make up! " At this time, I jumped up happily to get the egg, and it cried happily.

8. Imitate the puppy according to the hen text. We often praise the great mother. Mother dog is actually a great mother. There is a very humble dog in the country. She has two children and lives in the straw pile in the tile house next door all day. She has always been a garden dog in China. Yes, it's normal.

I even hate her a little. Every time I want to feed her children, she always tries to get in front of them and eat everything. What a greedy and selfish mother! Actually, it's not. At that time, the puppy couldn't eat anything. I saw her walking slowly towards the child. When her legs were bent, the two puppies hugged their mother together and sucked the milk greedily. It turned out that she was trying to maintain the milk in her body.

The puppy has grown up and can walk. She still follows the children everywhere, fearing that they will get lost or be in danger. When other fierce big dogs come to the place where the children live, she will rush up and yell at them regardless. Even if the other person is much stronger than her, she is just a weak mother. At this time, I often go up to help her drive away the big dog.

I suddenly admire her. I really admire her courage and her deep and unchanging love for children. Every mother is like this, isn't it? .

9. Imitate the text structure and write a 400-word composition. Today, I read the article "Hen" by the famous modern writer Lao She, E79FA5E985438+093E78988E6983313333336436.

The hen in the article explains to us the greatest emotion in the world-maternal love. This article is about Mr. Lao She's original disease-free hen, bullying others and trying to show off herself, which is boring.

But later, since the hen hatched the chicks, we saw a responsible, caring, brave and hard-working hen, which shaped the image of a great mother hen. This makes us all admire hens.

"It has the responsibility, love, courage and hard work, because it has a group of chicks. It's great because it's mother hen.

Mother must be a hero. "For this sentence in the article, I have a deep understanding.

In order to do her mother's duty, mother hen endured fatigue without saying a word or complaining. How can such a chicken mother not be respected? However, in life, isn't that what our mother is like? Then, scenes of the past appeared in front of my eyes.

When the water rose that year, my mother rolled up her trouser legs, carried me on her back and waded through street after street to send me to school. I failed the exam and made a mistake. No matter how many mistakes I made, my mother always forgave me. When I am frustrated, sad, helpless and helpless, my mother's smile shines with Buddha's light for me.

From this, I further realized that no matter what difficulties I encounter, my mother will always be a harbor where I can park and live; Her concern and care will always make me rain or shine. "Children travel thousands of miles, and mothers worry", "The thread in the hands of loving mothers makes clothes for wayward sons."

Isn't this the embodiment of maternal love? Motherly love is selfless, great and simple. Presumably Mr. Lao She thinks so, too.