Write a composition with twittering birds.

1. Write an article about the singing of birds and the sound of rivers. I think the best sound in the world is the chirping of birds.

In the morning, as soon as I get up, I will hear "haw", "haw" and "goo goo".

If you listen carefully and attentively, you will hear the most beautiful melody of nature. So whenever I am sad, I will listen to birds, and my troubles will disappear.

Whenever a bird eats a bug, the happy sound makes me intoxicated. Birds sing like singers and play like bands. How beautiful! If I say that birds love me, you won't believe me.

Whenever I go to school, if I forget something, the bird will "chirp" and "chirp", as if to say, "You forgot something!" When I don't get up at 9 o'clock in the morning, the birds will also call "Goo Goo", as if to say, "Get up, get up!" I like the sound of birds.

2. Fifty-word composition Birds sing "charming birds"

Looking up at the birds flying in the sky, such as swallows, pigeons, magpies and sparrows, there will be envy and admiration in my heart. They can fly freely in the sky without any external equipment, relying only on their own feathers and flesh and blood. What a skill! Birds can not only fly in the sky, but also walk on the ground, and some can swim in the water. Birds are really amazing.

Birds sing beautifully, swallows chirp, pigeons cuckoo, magpies Gaga, sparrows chirp and cuckoos chirp. Birds sing so sweetly. There is a kind of bird called stork, which is loud and clear, and can imitate a variety of melody tones.

I really like birds. If you love birds, you should know them carefully.

Birds are a kind of vertebrates. They lay eggs with warm blood and breathe with lungs. Almost all of them have feathers. Their hind legs can walk, their forelimbs become wings, and most of them can fly.

There is still a lot of knowledge about birds, and I need to study it further.

Write a composition about the singing of birds and the running sound of rivers.

I think the most beautiful sound in the world is the cry of birds.

In the morning, as soon as I get up, I will hear "haw", "haw" and "goo goo". . If you listen carefully and attentively, you will hear the most beautiful melody of nature. So whenever I am sad, I will listen to birds, and my troubles will disappear. Whenever a bird eats a bug, the happy sound makes me intoxicated. Birds sing like singers and play like bands. How beautiful! If I say that birds love me, you won't believe me. Whenever I go to school, if I forget something, the bird will "chirp" and "chirp", as if to say, "You forgot something!" When I don't get up at 9 o'clock in the morning, the birds will also call "Goo Goo", as if to say, "Get up, get up!"

I like the sound of birds.

4. composition of birdsong birdsong

In a dense forest, there lived a group of lovely little animals. They live in harmony.

But since the bird sang, this originally quiet forest has become noisy.

It was a summer night, and the bird Bell came to the branch. It's breezy at night, but Belle doesn't know that a big net is coming at it. There was only one birdsong, and Belle was gone. Early the next morning, other birds found Belle missing.

The bird is looking for Bell, but there is no sign of her. Recently, birds can often be heard in the Woods.

A few days later, such amazing news shocked all the birds. That is, Belle was captured by human beings. When the birds knew it, they all shed tears.

Only one bird didn't cry, just stood quietly on the branch, thought about it, and then shouted, "Can Belle come back if you cry like this?" Why don't you keep it? "The other birds stopped crying. They knew that the only option was to rescue Bell.

So they flew to Guan Bei's residence together, and they landed outside the window. People have never seen so many birds fly from the Woods to a place. Even the mayor himself came. The bird rushed to Guan Bei's room. When the mayor saw this, he hurriedly asked someone to open the door of this room and found many birds in it. The mayor quickly asked people to release all the birds and took these bird catching tools away, but Belle was not found inside. The bird still refuses to leave.

Just then someone came back with a big cage of birds. Belle also happens to be in this big cage. When the birds saw this scene, they began to cry. The mayor just caught the bird catcher. The mayor also asked people to look after the Woods and stop people from catching birds.

The bird's life is calm again.

Write a 400-word composition with "Tribal Tiger", "Gigi", "Gaga" and "Buzz". . Writing with onomatopoeic words is required.

I think it's good to write out the sounds of nature.

Tribal Tiger can be written as the sound of the wind, such as "The wind is mixed with raindrops and growls"

"Ji Ji" is the song of birds. "Birds are chirping euphemistic songs."

"Quack" is a duck's cry. "Wild ducks quack and play in the water."

Buzz is a bee. "Bees are buzzing about among the flowers."

Generally speaking, if I write a composition, I think I can first describe the nature in the storm, with the whistling wind, and then describe the sunny weather after the storm, and describe the scenes of birds singing, ducks playing and bees collecting honey. I think that's enough.

I hope to write a good article ~

6. Write a composition on Twitter (1). The air in the countryside is fresh, the sky in the countryside is blue and the scenery in the countryside is unique. The countryside will make you want to go back and forth.

In the morning, fresh air and cool breeze will refresh you. Look! Birds are twittering in the morning songs, streams are flowing slowly, the sun shines warm sunshine on the countryside, willows are full of vitality, and birds are singing with relish. At noon, the weather was sultry, not as cool as in the morning, so cicadas sang "Know Know Know Know Know" in chorus ... In the morning, the birds were tired and slouched on the branches, and the willows bent down with fatigue. Children in the country jumped into the stream one by one, and the stream welcomed the children. They hugged them with water flowers, played water fights and water splashing balls, and their laughter and happy mood melted into the air, adding a little laughter to the sultry noon.

At dusk, a wisp of smoke comes from the top of the mountain in the distance, and there is still a trace of residual heat when the hand touches the ground, and there is a trace of warmth in the cool breeze. Looking at the sky, I saw that the crimson sunset glow had dyed half the sky red. The blue sky turned into a crimson skirt. Beautiful sunsets have different shapes. Two horses ran in the air and disappeared. Which magician dressed the dusk so beautifully and charmingly? At night, the sun reluctantly left the sky, and the beautiful moon sprinkled a piece of Yin Hui on the quiet earth. The gentle moonlight shines on the stream, which is more beautiful. The sky is like a blue Persian carpet, inlaid with yellow "little gems" and "twinkling stars are full of little stars" The little stars are singing sweet songs.

Quiet and charming night, chicken. Dogs.

Cats. Ducks.

Everyone fell asleep, flowers and grass fell asleep, and people entered a sweet dream. Pastoral picturesque, poetic and song-like, pastoral beauty makes people want to stay! (2) A gust of wind blew, and there was a golden wave of wheat in the rice field. One day, I was picking grapes on the path in the field, and I couldn't help but drool when I saw the juicy grapes on it. Unexpectedly, just as I was going to pick them, I suddenly heard a burst of footsteps. I turned around and vaguely saw a person, and an idea flashed through my mind. No, someone came. I was shocked. After picking the grapes, I'm going to see the hens. The hen is foraging in the bamboo forest with a flock of chicks. Hens always croak and croak when laying eggs, as if people all over the world can hear them. However, it is so loving, so hard, so responsible. Besides loving hens, you will also see a rooster with its tail wagging. Look at his arrogance. You can really give him an "army". A gust of wind blows, and golden wheat waves appear on the rice fields! (3) The annual Labor Day is coming again. My mother and I took advantage of this wonderful time and came to my grandmother's house in the country.

We got off the bus and walked to the village. The cool spring breeze blows head-on, as if welcoming the Golden Week with us. On both sides of the road are green fruit forests planted by farmers, and lush branches and leaves block the golden sunshine.

There are many longan trees hanging on the trees. My mother told me that longan is not mature yet. In summer, a string of sweet and delicious longan in Huang Chengcheng can be picked and become the fruit on the dining table. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I forced my mother to set off firecrackers. My mother couldn't help but agree.

So, I walked around looking for a firecracker shop and finally got what I wanted. I stood on the roof and threw firecrackers into the river. Unexpectedly, I scared the ducks bathing in the water. It was surprised to "ga! Ga! Hey! " I screamed loudly and ran home in a panic. I can't help laughing.

In fact, ducks are cute, too. You see, a fat body in vain, a yellow mouth and bright eyes, can you walk around without being cute? Suddenly, the sky was overcast, with lightning and thunder, and in a flash, it began to rain cats and dogs. I hurried back to the house to hide from the rain. After a while, the rain stopped, and suddenly the sky was high and the clouds were light. Look up and you will see the rice fields soaked by rain shining.

Walking into the tree-lined fields, you will feel relaxed and happy. Looking at the heavy and full ears of wheat, I thought: It was the working people who exchanged these ears of wheat with their own efforts. How great the working people are! After lunch, we came to his uncle's guava forest.

In front of us, it seems to be an endless fruit forest, with three uncles and others, which is simply a green ocean. His uncle is holding pliers and carrying a bamboo basket. I followed him from side to side, only to see him carefully cut off one green fruit after another.

I was so happy, I thought, I can eat enough now. After picking the fruit, I was sweating and panting.

When I saw my uncle, he was sweating like a pig. How difficult it is! I ate sweet and crisp fruits and thought: These fruits were bought by working people with little sweat. What beautiful fruit trees and wide fields make me linger.

After returning to China, this continuous picture often echoes in my mind. (4) Autumn came quietly, came to the fields and came to the river. Urged by the autumn wind, Mother Qiu dressed the countryside in charming autumn clothes.

Qiu's mother came to campus and saw many beautiful flowers. Qiuju has a beautiful flower with a little twisted petals.

The whole flower is like a fiery hydrangea. Next to a few cockscomb flowers, very bright, the autumn wind blows, as if a few girls with a bun are dancing. They seem to say, "Mother Qiu, we welcome you!" "Autumn mother came to the orchard again and changed the pomegranate into green clothes; Dress grapefruit in a yellow skirt; Dye the hair of the grass golden ... Autumn mother came to the field again and saw the corn sleeping in yellow clothes; Half-red and half-green peppers are shyly hidden in leaves; Chinese cabbages lined up neatly, as if preparing for physical education class; When sorghum saw Qiu's mother coming, she bowed her red face shyly. The rice has a newly bought golden color.

7. It's embarrassing to write a composition with Rinrin clock. . . Let me have a try. /Let me try.

School is finally over! I happily rode my beloved car through the alley, and my right hand rang the bell intermittently, giving off bursts of Rinrin bells, which alarmed a few little sparrows. I couldn't help laughing when I watched them panic. Joy begets sorrow, but laughter does not fail. With the hollow thump of the cement board several times, I fell to the ground bravely. "ouch." The corners of the mouth twitched and my chest was quite angry. It never rains but it pours. The test paper just issued in the car basket is flying all over the sky and messy. The good mood brought by good grades suddenly dissipated, but the birds that had just been frightened not far away seemed to suddenly get excited and chirp and sing. Tears of injustice slowly gathered in my eyes, and the pebbles thrown out in anger disappeared into my eyes aimlessly. Who did I piss off? I shouted hard.

To be continued.

8. Write a composition in a low voice. The train rumbled in the distance, and a small black dot expanded and then expanded, taking away a strong and scorching wind. It seems to fall from the sky, giving people a heavy sense of oppression. This is my third year away from home, and I am about to embark on my way home. I don't know whether it's sad or happy. It happened to be a summer afternoon. Under the scorching sun, the train was filled with sultry air, and the whole person was tired and sleepy. I don't want to write any more, it's a little annoying. The pa at the back can be described by the drop of a water cup. Twitter can be said to be a conversation between people, people on the train, and relatives like your uncle and aunt point fingers at you when you get home. Of course, if you describe the chirping of birds, it is ok, which can reflect your mood at that time. ).

9. One morning, I woke up in the clear sound of birds singing. I was shocked. Is spring here yet?

I can't wait to open the closed window for a long time, and the breeze blows. Looking at the street, looking at the small garden, looking forward to seeing the source of cheerful voices, looking forward to seeing the smart and lively little figure on which tree. However, I can only hear one bird song after another, and it keeps coming, connecting one bird song after another, like a light ballad, knocking on my heart. It must be spring, I said to myself.

Twitter, Twitter, listen, what are these lovely elves doing? I guess they are singing. Although there are no rhythms and laws, they are particularly wonderful. It always sings cheerful songs for people and brings people endless happiness. This is my good mood every day At night, when I came home from school, I saw our friend, the lovely elf, standing quietly on the branch. I guess, at the end of the day, they must be tired of playing and standing on the branches to rest. A breeze blew, and a few small leaves fell from the tree, but the sparrow had not flown away. Probably, it doesn't want to leave us! Suddenly, two sparrows stood side by side and made a very slight chirp, probably whispering! Usually at this time, I dare not disturb them. Because we are all good friends! Anyway, although we don't have the same language, we are connected.