1. A 600-word essay about pigeons
One Sunday morning, my father and mother and I were making dumplings. Suddenly we heard a "plop" sound, and I quickly opened the door. At first glance, it turned out that there was a lost little pigeon standing on the balcony. It had gray-brown feathers, a red beak, pointed claws, and its black eyes stared at me uneasily. I quickly ran to the house and told my dad. Dad came out and caught the little pigeon into the house and tied it to the leg of the table.
I liked this little pigeon very much. I took out my favorite wheat milk tips and butter biscuits and fed it, but the little pigeon didn't even look at it. After the dumplings were cooked, I gave the first one to the little pigeon, but it still ignored it. I asked my father: "Why doesn't the little pigeon eat malted milk, cakes, and dumplings?" My father said to me: "Pigeons are birds and eat food." Oh, it turns out that it eats food, so I grabbed a handful of millet. , Yi found a small bowl, filled it with water, and placed it in front of the little pigeon. At first, it was very timid, looking around here and there, even cooing, but wouldn't eat. Oh, it turns out that it saw me nearby and was afraid of strangers. I quickly hid behind the door and watched with pleasure through the crack in the door. After a while, the little pigeon saw that I was not around and became bolder. Just as he was about to peck at the rice, his brother clapped his hands and the little pigeon stopped eating. I quickly pulled my brother behind the door. I saw the little pigeon eating the millet one bite at a time with its red pointed beak, then looking around, and took two delicious sips of water.
In the afternoon, I played with the little pigeon for a long time. At night, when it was time to go to bed, I gently stroked the little pigeon and told it: "Little pigeon, it's time for us to go to bed. I will play with you again after school tomorrow." The little pigeon cooed and flew around the house. Come and fly. I lay on the bed and thought: "Maybe it misses its father and mother?"
While I was sleeping soundly, I had a dream. I dreamed that I turned into a beautiful little white dove, and the little dove. Gray pigeons fly freely in the blue sky together...
A "coo-coo" sound woke me up from my dream. I opened my eyes and saw, ah! It's dawn. I quickly got up and picked up the little pigeon. I think it must have had the same dream. How I love this little dove! But how can I keep it in my house and prevent it from flying over the mountains? I held it in both hands, raised it high, and said: "Fly, cute little pigeon, fly freely! Go find your father and mother." The little pigeon spread its wings and flew to the balcony, surrounding the balcony. It turned around a few times and called "Gukou Zhan", as if saying goodbye to our whole family. Then it spread its wings and flew into the blue sky. I kept watching it land among a group of pigeons on the roof not far away. There is a pigeon grooming it, and a pigeon kissing it must be its father. Look, they are so affectionate!
2 . Write a 300-word essay using white doves, the sea, the breeze, and the sun.
Under the sun, the breeze on the river bank brought a coolness, which disturbed a group of white doves. For some reason, they left our place. When I came here, I became more and more afraid of the cold.
Time flies so fast. I spend every day on vacation with her and pray for her every day. A year ago, she and I were together. We planned to travel to France and get married after the trip. We planned too many things to do, but we didn’t accomplish any of them.
I regret my original plan because it took up too much time. Time caused her condition to relapse, but she comforted me that it didn't matter. Traveling was inevitable, but things went counterproductive. Just when we were about to leave for the airport, she collapsed and was sent to the hospital. The doctor said that she needed to sign for surgery, and there was nothing I could do. , seeing the doctor's white clothes swinging in front of me, I realized that life was so uncertain. In the end, she left. I didn't dare to look at her for the last time, and I just took her ashes with me to France. 3 . How to write "little white pigeon" in primary school students' essay
My neighbor, Grandpa Ye, raises several pigeons, including pearl pigeons, Qibao pigeons, thin snow pigeons, Jilu pigeons, brow-breasted pigeons and small white pigeons, etc. There are so many kinds of them!
And my favorite is the little white pigeon raised by Grandpa Ye. This is not only because the little white pigeon is a symbol of peace, but also because of its high flying ability and adaptability to the environment. It has strong abilities and a strong physique. At the same time, it is easy to raise, grows quickly, is easy to feed, and has low feeding cost.
The little white pigeon has a long face, a V-shaped beak, and a long top. The bottom is short.
There are two protruding small nose flowers on its mouth, and there are two small holes on it, which are its small nostrils. A pair of small eyes, round, clear, and transparent, like two black pearls, inlaid on both sides of the head. The thin eyelids blink very interestingly. The little white pigeon's legs are very straight, and its claws with a layer of orange-red scales on the outside are very strong. The tips of the claws have small curved hooks, which are its nails. No wonder it stands so steadily on the branch. I think the pure white feathers of the little white dove are the most beautiful.
The little white pigeon loves its own pigeonhouse the most. It can identify the way home no matter it is thousands of miles away or on a rainy day. American scientists are not only studying this property, but are also using it to warn of chemical weapons attacks. The little white pigeon is always a good friend of mankind.
Hope to adopt 4. Composition: White Pigeon’s Self-Report
I have a body of fluffy feathers, like a white cotton-padded jacket; a pair of black and bright eyes, like round The head is inlaid with a pair of black pearls; a sharp and hard mouth, somewhat similar to the woodpecker sister; and a pair of small red claws, divided into four forks, each with sharp nails that can hold it firmly Hold onto anything firmly. I am universally recognized as a symbol of world peace. Do you know who I am? I am a cute little white dove.
You may have many questions about me? For example, why does my head keep moving? Because my eyes are not like those of humans or owls, but one on each side. In this way, what I see is the image of two single eyes, not the image formed by two eyes. So I have to keep moving my head to get the depth of field information.
We are monogamous birds. After maturing, they are selective about their spouses. Once paired, they will be emotionally devoted and inseparable. They are not as promiscuous as other poultry. It takes about 18-19 days for us young to hatch and hatch. Once we hatch, our weight will double in one day, but we can only open our eyes after four days. After about two months, it can leave the nest.
I have many brothers and sisters, such as small and exquisite bird pigeons, colorful turtle doves, and military pigeons, which are good helpers in the military... As for me, I am a homing pigeon. I am the pride of our homing pigeon. I have set a record of traveling from 400-600 miles away in one day and returning home accurately. Don’t say I’m bragging too much. Although our pigeons are usually active during the day and return to roost at night, due to training, I can also fly continuously at night. Of course, I have great powers.
I am a symbol of peace, which began in November 1950. To commemorate the World Peace Conference held in Warsaw, Picasso happily drew a flying dove with an olive branch in its mouth. Neruda, the famous Chilean poet at that time, called it the "Dove of Peace". From this, we were officially recognized as a symbol of peace. As a messenger symbolizing peace, I advocate that mankind should never have wars again, live in friendship, and share a beautiful homeland together. 5. White Pigeon Composition
Today is my sister’s birthday, and my mother took us to Dongshan Hu Park to play.
There are large lakes, beautiful white doves, and thousands of carps in the park. My favorite among them is the little white dove that represents peace and happiness. As soon as they entered the White Pigeon Square, the pigeons seemed to be seeing good friends.
Look, a group of white pigeons were walking towards me while shouting "coo". The pigeon's fur is snow-white, without any stray hairs, its eyes are red and bright, like a pair of beautiful rubies, and there is a long and pointed mouth under the eyes, which is very cute.
My sister is very afraid of white pigeons. As soon as her mother poured the feed into her sister's hand, the white pigeons quickly flew to her hand from all directions. The sister was frightened by the "enthusiasm" of the white pigeons, so she quickly retracted her hand, scattering the feed all over the floor, and hid in it. I didn’t dare to feed her anymore when my mother was behind me.
I am not afraid of them. When I stretched out my hand with the feed, several pigeons immediately flew into the air, swooped over, looked for food on my hand, and finally used their sharp beaks to They "pecking" at each other, as if to say: "Why are you grabbing my food? I saw it first..." I couldn't help but touch their feathers gently, ah! So soft and cute! I like these white pigeons so much that I let them run wild on my hands, shoulders, and head without cutting their nails... White dove, white dove, I'm going home, and I'll come back to feed you next time.
Goodbye, goodbye. 6. Release the white dove in your heart, about 400 words in composition
Release the white dove in your heart
In the clear blue sky, there are a few white clouds floating in the sky. Looking around, you can see the vast land growing With lush trees, towering mountains, clear clouds, and hardworking people, they will become a harmonious and vivid landscape painting. However, between the sky and the earth, there is this kind of creature flying. With its pure white feathers and an olive branch in its mouth, it flies in groups in the sky carefree. It is the symbol of peace - the white dove.
There are all kinds of wonders in the world, but I only love white pigeons. I thought it made me see peace. I love white doves, but I love the peaceful world without war or gunpowder smoke even more.
Looking back on the past, in the turbulent years, the fire of the British and French allied forces burned more than 150 years of artistic treasures and architectural essence to ashes. Japan's sharp ships and artillery came uninvited, and the entire Beiyang Fleet was wiped out. The unforgettable September 18th and July 7th Marco Polo Bridge Incident, each war has made the Chinese people suffer so much bitterness and parting! The Nanjing Massacre made us pay a heavy price. 300,000 compatriots were killed and the whole of Nanjing was stained with blood. It was a lesson of blood and tears. The iron heel of war allows us to truly understand the artistic conception of "the flames of war last for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold". How many people were displaced, and what the war left behind was only full of grief and resentment. Regardless of failure or victory, it is only the innocent people who suffer.
Looking at today, we are prosperous and our country is getting stronger and stronger. After eight years of the Anti-Japanese War, we stood up amidst the baptism of artillery fire. Away from the rumbling artillery fire, we ushered in the sonorous March of the Volunteers, the five-star red flag rose slowly over the United Nations, there was a moment when we Chinese won the gold medal in the Olympic Games, and the Olympic flame will also be lit in Beijing! We have lived a happy life, and we are enjoying the joy and pride of the harvest. In the spacious and bright classroom, we spend every day fully and happily. The birds chirped happily, the flowers smiled brightly, and the white doves flew freely. Everything seemed so harmonious and natural...
Past and present, war and peace, what will we choose? What? In such a beautiful world, there should be no war. The war leaves us only endless pain. I seemed to see an Iraqi child holding a white dove with an olive branch in its mouth, with eyes full of affection and expectation. , looking at it, gently letting go, the white dove flew into the blue sky with his longing for the future...
If everyone could hold a dove of peace in his hand, let It flies high with its yearning for peace. I believe that peace will not be too far away from us, and the smoke of war will eventually dissipate.
I appeal loudly: Let us release the dove of peace in our hearts! Let the world truly have peace and truly be filled with the sunshine of love! ! !
Don’t forget to accept it if you can~ 7. Write a 300-word essay using the white dove, the sea and the sunshine
That day, the sun was shining brightly, and the sea was as blue as a gem.
The ripples on the sea surface go round and round, as if spinning a hula hoop. People on the shore were playing happily.
Swallows and pigeons also came here to participate in the finals of the "Beauty Contest", hosted by the handsome Hailun brother. Yanzi came to the competition wearing her well-deserved, beautiful black and white dress and scissor-like shoes.
The pigeons wear clothes and trousers as white as snow, slender and slender high-heeled shoes, and attractive hats to participate in the competition. Both players look impressive and are sure to win the gold medal.
Next to me, Grandpa Dahai also came to watch the game. They both started walking like models, both were very proud and didn't care about each other at all. They both felt that the other was their defeat.
The swallow said proudly, "You, you, you, what are you? Just millet beans in the world. How can you compare with my beautiful swallow!" The pigeon was so angry that He couldn't even breathe, and said: "Then who are you? You only know the coming and going of spring and winter.
Do you know that I am regarded as a symbol of peace by people! My white knot People really like their bodies, hum!" They were so angry that they turned into ugly monsters. Others were talking: "What are they doing?" Brother Hailun was so anxious that his brows became like "king".
The swallows and the doves kept quarreling, but in the end Grandpa Dahai said kindly: "It is not necessarily the external beauty that makes you beautiful, it should be the inner beauty that makes you beautiful."
Later, they both went home dejectedly. , because none of them won the championship in the end... 8. Write a composition about the appearance, cry and happy events of the white pigeon
1. The wings and tail of the white pigeon are covered with long and stiff feathers, which can be opened like a folding fan.
2. The pigeon’s feathers are gray, like a silver-gray coat; there is a circle of golden feathers on its neck, like a beautiful and dazzling gold necklace on a girl’s neck. . 3. The pigeon has feathers as white as snow, a small reddish-brown pointed beak, clever eyes, slender legs, and a pair of feet like chicken feet but without flippers.
Standing there, she looks like an elegant and luxurious lady. When the little white pigeon stood there motionless, it looked like a handicraft displayed in a store.
4. A large group of pigeons roosted (qī) densely on the roof, chirping, and looked like large silver-gray flowers blooming. 5. The breeze blew the snow-white feathers of the two little pigeons on the wire. It looked like two young acrobats walking on the tightrope, and it looked like two silver notes inlaid on the staff.
6. A group of white pigeons chirped in the sky, as if a white June snow suddenly fell in the blue sky. 7. Beautiful domestic pigeons fly in the blue sky like a flowing cloud at a fixed time every day. 9. An essay describing a pigeon
From a distance, it looks like a ball of hair. From a close distance, its white head and red beak look so cute! It is known as the "dove of peace" sent by God.
White pigeons are very cute and well-behaved. They are people’s pets. Once, I went to a classmate’s house to play and saw two white pigeons on their balcony. I liked it very much. When my classmate saw it, Just say: "You like them so much, let me tell you the story of white doves:
One day, the sky was not good, lightning flashed and thunder, and there was a little girl on the ground. On the way back from school, she saw There was a white pigeon in the puddle. The little girl felt very sorry for it, so she rescued it and took it home. Her parents were opposed to it at first, but later they felt that it was quite pitiful, so they agreed to take it home. Only the poor little life was left. For this reason, the kind-hearted girl went out of her way to say hello to the neighbors. Not long after, her mother fell ill. It was cancer and was sent to Chongqing Medical University for treatment. The little girl missed her mother very much and wanted to be with her. Her mother wrote letters. However, in order to treat her mother's illness, their family went from rich to poor. The little girl was reluctant to spend a penny. She suddenly thought of the white dove. She knew that this white dove was a carrier pigeon and could help people deliver letters. So, she wrote the letter and entrusted the carrier pigeon to help her bring it to her mother. The little carrier pigeon was also a life. It knew that the little girl's family had saved it. In order to repay the little girl's family, it decided to have a try. Huangtian paid off. , The carrier pigeon persisted, and finally arrived in Chongqing, and delivered the letter to the little girl's mother. After struggling a few times, she stopped moving. My mother thought, even the carrier pigeon came to help me, I must be strong. Mom looked from under the carrier pigeon's wings. After reading the letter, she felt that the child was too pitiful. She decided to take good care of her health and not let the child worry. So, she actively cooperated with the doctor's treatment. Soon, her illness was cured. The reason was not because of the doctor's skill, but because of his love. The girl's mother defeated death. After the little girl's mother came home, the little girl was very surprised. Her mother actually came home. The little girl jumped for joy. After a while, she remembered her beloved carrier pigeon. She asked her mother, "Mom." Answer: "The homing pigeon is dead. She flew to my hospital bed and died of fatigue. "The little girl was sad for a long time before she came to her senses and decided to protect animals in the future and let humans and animals become true friends. When the girl grew up, she really became an outstanding zoologist.
After the classmate finished telling it, my eyes were red. What a touching story! How cute the homing pigeons are!
Homing pigeons are really the best of us humans. My friends!
I like small animals the most. In this composition class, Teacher Xia wants to take the students to feed the pigeons, which makes me very happy.
My classmates and I are not happy yet. Approaching the Pigeon Square, you can hear the "coo" of pigeons and the sound of their wings flapping in the distance. From a distance, it looks like a big pear flower.
Finally, I came among the pigeons. I smelled a stink. When I looked around, I saw pigeon droppings and pigeon food scattered on the ground everywhere, mixed together, and it was disgusting. If I were the owner of pigeons, I would definitely clean it frequently so that the lovely pigeons have a clean home.
The pigeons are dressed in snow-white wedding dresses, like snowballs. Their head is only as big as a pigeon egg, with two black pearl-like eyes set on both sides of the head, but the eye circles are red. Maybe they were red from crying when they were children! Their mouths and feet are also red, as if they are wearing lipstick and wearing red leather shoes. Beautiful pigeons, I love you so much. Some of them stood bravely on the roof and looked into the distance; some flew down from the roof, spreading their wings just a little, and landed on the ground in a diagonal line; some were walking on the ground, with a swaying look as they walked. They swung their heads and moved their heads little by little, like a roly-poly, so leisurely and contented; some were chatting in their nests, telling each other little secrets, which was so cute.
I sprinkled some food on the ground. Some pigeons flew away, and some pigeons came quietly, pecked them alertly and jumped away. I thought: the pigeons must have misunderstood and thought I was Trapping them. However, there were still many pigeons running over. They were unsuspecting and started eating with relish without even looking at me. They must have regarded me as a family member. More and more pigeons are gathering, competing for food. They will scream from time to time. Maybe they are hurt by being squeezed, and they are shouting for help!
Looking at these pigeons, I wish I could take a few home and feed them carefully.
Yesterday, we went to the park to play. The environment was so nice. There were flowers, grass, and people coming and going, which formed a beautiful painting.
We went to the Aviary, and I saw the pigeons flying around there. Some pigeons had red eye circles and black eyes, like two gems, and their white feathers were shining in the sun. Sparkling underneath. Some spread their colorful wings, covered in colorful clouds, and flew to the branches to say hello to people. Look, there is a white pigeon with a big belly and a swaying walk, as if it is drunk. It is very beautiful. I took the bird food, sat on the stool, and fed the pigeons. I took a piece of bird food and deliberately put it on my lap for them to eat. I saw a pigeon flapping its wings and jumped onto my leg. I was so scared that I didn't know what to do. I hurriedly put the bird food on the ground. As soon as I sprinkled it, I saw a group of pigeons scrambling to grab the food. One pigeon ate the food quickly, and it was proud and looked like gloating about its misfortune. Looking at the other pigeons, they were dejected like defeated generals. I picked up the food again. Put the bird food in my hand, and a pigeon flew over. I deliberately teased it and quietly raised my hand. The pigeon saw that I didn't give it food, and jumped up and down anxiously, as if to say: "Give me the food quickly." Me". Seeing how pitiful it looked, I gave it food. It opened its small mouth and swallowed the bird food. It was so cute.
This group of pigeons are our good partners. They live happily. I like this group of lovely pigeons. 10. An essay about the sculpture of three white doves
What is there surrounded by flowers and bonsai, in the envious sunshine of classmates, and in the hands of a pair of warm hands? That is the most charming and adorable little white pigeon in the school.
Little White Pigeon Sculpture Composition
As soon as you enter the gate of our Shazitang Primary School, you can see that cute little white pigeon. The little white dove sculpture has its head facing west and raised high; its tail faces east and tilts slightly downward; a pair of wings are fully extended, as if it is preparing to take off... Under the little white dove sculpture is a pair of powerful Hands, under the care of these hands, the little white pigeon gradually grows up.
Looking closely, the little white dove sculpture looks like a huge white crane. The big hand below took a lot of effort to get it.
From a distance, the little white pigeon sculpture looks like a pet bird. A pair of warm hands holds it, for fear that it will fly away.
Third grade primary school composition
< p> ◆Share Good Articles◆Looking further away, the little white dove sculpture looks like a newborn bird, with its two wings spread out as if it is stretching. The big hands below are the warmth of the bird. "nest".
Turning counterclockwise along the flower bed to the front of the little white pigeon sculpture, you can only see its mouth curled up and down, as if to say: "Hello, welcome to the school."
"A pair of wings spread out into a "V" shape. When the feathers on each wing are added up, the left wing becomes a reverse "F" and the right wing becomes a positive "F"; The big eyes seem to be watching our healthy growth.
Turn counterclockwise to the back of the little white pigeon and look up from the bottom. It seems that the little white pigeon is about to break away from the person holding its legs. Those hands want to spread their wings and fly.