Beautiful sentences describing animals (6)
Source: Entry time: 06-09-19 00:14:11
Some fish are triangular in shape. Swim like a bat flying.
A big lobster, in the moonlight, looks like a warrior wearing armor.
The long beards of the big lobster dance like the branches of a tree.
Diving your head into the water, the fish can see more clearly: green body, black stripes, wagging their heads and tails to accompany you in the water. It seems that you are not swimming, but inadvertently broke into a garden. Walking into a fairy tale palace, colorful flowers or poetic dreams surround you and cut into your soul and thoughts. You are so confused that you can't help yourself. You put your head out of the water, the sun is still shining brightly, and you lower your head into the sea, the dream still comes true. The little fish playfully peck your legs until you want to laugh. You stretch out your hand to catch them. The fish suddenly flashes. They are vigorous and agile. They are used to surprises from tourists and regard playing with humans as a compulsory course for fish. .
The same is true for goldfish. They are like flowers that live in the water and can swim. There are astonishingly many varieties, such as "pearl scales", "lion head", "crane top red", "blister eyes", "upturned eyes", and each one has its own merits. Do you think "pearl scales" are good-looking? But some people are happy when they see "blister eyes". Those goldfish with two big blisters on their eyes are like clowns among fishes. Sometimes they actually make people I laughed so hard that I even shed tears.
The shrimp is indeed beautiful. Its blue-white translucent body is flying in the water, and countless pairs of small claws are swishing. The two black bean eyes were particularly clear. The carapace segments are arranged like tank tracks.
Shrimp are very comfortable in the tank. Sometimes they swim around alone, sometimes they chase each other, and sometimes they cling to the tank wall. If you use a small bamboo branch to move the resting shrimps, it will immediately jump to other quiet corners. Along the way, it seems to be angry, and it keeps dancing with its slender feet in front and those at the end of the feet. The pair of pliers opened one after another, the beard was waving up and down, and even the eyeballs were bulging. At this time, if you encounter a wandering companion, you will start a fight.
The small white bubbles spitting out of the little crab's mouth look like an old man smoking a hookah leisurely.
The huge crab foamed at the mouth and walked sideways with eight legs, looking like an unreasonable overlord.
The carapace on their body is like a strange hat. The Guan Gong crab has a vague pattern like a human face on its hat; the big-eye crab has a square hat, like a piece of dried tofu; the swimming crab has two hats. The tip is pointed, like a weaving shuttle; the boxing crab's hat is like half a rubber ball...it's really all kinds of strange things.
At this moment, someone shouted in surprise: "Come and see! Crab tide, crab tide!" I followed the sailor to the bow cabin of the boat and looked along the beam of the searchlight, oh! , in the deep sea water, thousands of big crabs were swimming, gathering into patches of dark tide. Sometimes there are layers of crab waves, and sometimes crab vortices are rolled up. Sticking against the bulkhead, I listened quietly to the sounds of "brush, brush, brush", as if there were spring tides. I observed carefully that a sea crab weighs half a kilogram and is quite flexible in its movements. It seems that moving sideways is the crab's strength, and moving backwards and forwards is equally easy and free. Crabs are cyan, yellow, white, and black, just like flowers blooming on the bottom of the sea.
A monkey sat cross-legged on the ground, scratching its ears with its paws, grinning with joy.
The monkey was wearing children's clothes, climbed to the top of the high pole, and held the dragonfly upside down. Its naughty look made everyone laugh. The monkey jumped into the stream and chased each other, just like a child playing hide and seek
The golden monkeys suddenly jumped out of the bamboo forest, suddenly bringing the still life created by the sounds of nature to life. They were swinging around among the branches, and often drank water under the cliff with a thread between their mouths and tails. This gave us so much comedy interest. Visitors in such a fun and secluded environment seem to feel that they are just a kind of color and line, completely integrated into this natural painting.
People love the monkeys in Mount Emei. When they go to the Elephant Washing Pond, there are groups of monkeys begging for tourists. Perhaps, the monkeys in Mount Emei are too spiritual, and they are influenced by them. Human tackiness. It is said that they are showing off more generously now, and tourists will not be happy when they are given less things. They will even grin and scare timid people. Sometimes, they will even ask passers-by to turn their pockets out to show them before they let them go angrily. What's more, they seize tourists' cameras and small radios and hang them on the treetops to extort money.
A flock of crows flew in the sunset, covering the dying sky like a black net.
A pair of mandarin ducks float leisurely in the water, like a couple.
The White Egret is a delicate poem.
Crows are such black and ugly birds. At dusk, they fly in groups in the sky, or perch in twos and threes under the trees, screaming bitterly, which makes people feel sad. A feeling of disgust arose.
The huge team of crows, like a black whirlwind, suddenly rose into the air and suddenly landed. The entire village was under its cover, and then, all the trees in the village were occupied by it, like a huge black whirlwind. flower. This is the scene when crows have just entered the village. The crows must have a leader and discipline. When they left here, they definitely acted in unison and disappeared without a trace, seemingly overnight. The crows return to their hometown in autumn. They still enter the village unexpectedly, but they only stay briefly to rest and then leave in a hurry.
It’s a little egret. The velvet-like spindle body is lighter and more beautiful than reed flowers. The long, iron-red feet stand straight into the shallow water like red wax, and the tall snow neck holds up the long, straight and sharp purple hair. Beak, on the background of the light clear pond, there is a portrait of an old monk in meditation. Suddenly, there was a sound of water breaking, very light and very fast, and then I saw a small fish with a very thin ear of wheat in its mouth, raised its neck in an exaggerated manner, and ate it into its belly.
A green deer ran past the edge of the grass like a black projectile.
The fawn followed the mother deer, like a guard warrior.
The fawns looked at their owners with their trusting, kind eyes.
The deer floated slowly across the grassland like flowing clouds.
The beautiful antlers are the second characteristic of the male deer, and they attract the admiration of the female deer. Whenever the sunset shines, it is common to see the male deer admiring the antler crown reflected in the water! It is famous for its love of horns. When a wild male deer is captured by a hunter, it would rather break its horns on a tree or rock cliff than give it to anyone easily.
Its forked horns look so stubborn and hard; its brown, shining eyes contain both kindness and hatred, bravery and wisdom; Its slender neck stands erect, symbolizing unyielding. Its wavy waist, covered with light yellow winter hair, is really beautiful. Its four upright legs seem to gather all the strength of its body. Ah, it's so beautiful.
This is a very beautiful donkey with a red silk tie on its forehead. This reminds me of the scene in the movie when the new daughter-in-law returns to her parents' home: the sound of hoofbeats hits the path with towering poplars, which is full of pastoral flavor. I stroked the little donkey's back with my hand tenderly, and it raised its head and glanced at me. That watery look is unforgettable to me. I grabbed the reins of the little donkey, but it suddenly lowered its head. It was so naive that I suddenly felt that its figure was a bit petite and I couldn't bear to ride it.
The spiders formed a Bagua array to catch the flying general alone.
There were blue fireflies flying in the grass, like stars falling from the sky.
Fireflies, floating gently like a small blue light.
There are so many fireflies in the trees, like little elves holding small lanterns, holding a parade there. The flickering light bugs are like naughty eyes.
There is a spider spinning a web in the dark corner, like a small door.
From the moment the first strand of silk is spun out, the silkworms no longer eat the mulberry leaves. At this time, they only come out, not in, and they just keep spinning silk.
Vomiting, vomiting, vomiting, vomiting without stopping, vomiting with all my heart, vomiting in the dark, vomiting my heart, vomiting blood, vomiting my internal organs and six lungs, vomiting all my life... "The spring silkworm will not lose its thread until it dies." , often makes people burst into tears. Are those white gauze tents their cemetery? The silkworms devote their whole lives to repay the gift of spring. They are buried in the silk they spin!
The spider got busy. It first pulled out a silk thread horizontally, and then turned around and pulled out another silk thread. Pull one out. Then, pull the line vertically. After three pulls and two pulls, a Bagua pattern was drawn. Then turn around from the outside and pull the thread inward, round and round, criss-crossing and shuttling endlessly. No more pulling, no less pulling. There is no wrong line, no wrong step. I was amazed: Could it be that there is an electronic computer inside the spider's belly, directing it to operate strictly according to the program?
In the summer night, everything seemed hazy and dark, and even the air seemed to become clear and fragrant. ... In the melon stand in the bean shed, by the waterside under the forest, and in the grass in front of the fence, the fireflies are flying: in twos and threes, sometimes forward and sometimes behind, sometimes high and sometimes low, so soft and erratic, like some invisible elves. Holding a green lantern and flying around, the wonderful images and colors are indeed charming. They were rising and falling, intermittent and continuous, one singing and the other, as if they were a large group of quiet orchestras, playing quiet tunes there. Even the length of the sound seemed to contain the beat.
The oil bells sing here, and the crickets play the piano here.
The cicada's chirping is not short and jumping like a frog's cry, like a drum beat, but long, high and persistent: "Hiss...hiss", like the erhu. Therefore, in the summer pastoral orchestra, if the frog is the drummer, then the cicada is the string musician. Just imagine: on a hot summer day, when the branches are motionless and even the geese and ducks gather under the shade of the trees, how lonely it would be without the high-pitched playing of this string musician!
On autumn nights, the sound of crickets can be heard everywhere. Cricket is a very interesting little insect. It has thin wings, purple-brown and smooth color. It has two very fat legs, so it can jump very well. It has two very sharp teeth, and it fights with other species. When we were young, we used it as a sharp tool because it was fun, so none of us children disliked it.
The praying mantis is a larger insect. It has a slender figure, simple yet graceful decoration, a slender neck, a head that can rotate in any direction and a pair of silky tentacles, and long wings like a light green gauze skirt, covering its pregnant. This very kind appearance makes it hard for you to imagine that it is also a "strong general" who kills enemies!
Once, a big praying mantis saw a big gray-yellow locust in the grass and immediately made a decision. Jumping like a spasm, its wings stretched diagonally to both sides, just like two symmetrical "sails" mounted on its back. At the same time, the two pairs of hind legs lifted the body high, and the two big knives were huddled in front of the chest. After the mantis assumed this strange posture, it remained motionless, staring directly at the locust, and its head slowly turned as the locust moved. At this moment, the locust is scared out of its wits. Life and death are in the blink of an eye. Although it has strong hind legs to jump and wings to fly, it is too late. Just as it was trying to escape, the mantis's two "big knives" were thrown hard, and the locust died before it could struggle. The mantis also has an unusual ability, that is, its color changes with the color of the surrounding vegetation.
The snake was coiled up in a ball, with a tongue that moved very fast in its open mouth, as if it was spitting out a flame
"Wow Zao Wa Zao Wa Zao" On a summer night, You'll hear this charming sound all the time. This is the "song" of the tireless musician Zao Frog.
Frogs jumped around in every field, and their mouths seemed to be talking and singing. There are many kinds of them, some have green back skin, some have floral skin, some have brown skin, but the skin under their bellies is uniformly white. Some frogs are as big as an adult's fist, and some are as small as a child's finger. Big and small are not afraid of people. They all shout freely in paddy fields, ponds, and roadsides, making their skin bulge under their mouths. Create a bubble that is at least one third of their body size.
They have been hiding in the mud for a whole winter, and they have too many emotions that need to be vented. People in the village don't call them frogs, but toads.
The tadpoles turned from frog eggs are endlessly attractive to some children. They squatted next to them and looked at their silly and innocent swimming postures in the water. They ignored their existence, but their faces smiled again and again, and they smiled more stupidly than the tadpoles. They picked them up in their hands and looked around, but they couldn't figure out that the black ones would change color when they got bigger, legs would grow from their bellies, and their long tails would disappear. They asked the adults, who vaguely said that they were originally fish in the water. Because they wanted to see the world on the water, they often climbed to the shore. Slowly, their appearance changed.
A mouse quietly ran out from under the table and slowly ate the crumbs on the ground. This rat is very small. It eats ruthlessly and calmly while looking up. ...Under the shadow of the lamp, I can see that it is very small, with light gray hair, a nimble little body, and a pair of shining bright eyes.
Ah, the majestic Siberian tiger stood up! I saw it held its head high, opened its big mouth like a basin, yawned, and then spit out a blood-red tongue and licked He licked his teeth like sharp knives, curled up his white beard like a steel needle, shook his whole body twice, and then took a big step. You see, it's golden all over. There are also black stripes, a pair of green eyes with fierce light, and he is walking around in the iron cage, really like a majestic general. Isn't the tail trailing behind its weapon a steel whip?
The alpha wolf faced him without showing any signs of weakness, stretching out its forelimbs and retracting its body, like an open bow. The furious mane stood up majestically on the top of his head. Against the dark and mysterious background of the primeval forest, the body showed a fierce and cruel violent beauty. Suddenly, the first wolf howled loudly, and the woods shook and made a roar. Following the howl, the first wolf rose up from the ground and rushed forward like a black whirlwind, its body stretched in the air. Through the silver-gray skylight, the beautiful arc of the leader of the wolves is revealed.
The tall neck, straight, round chest, as noble as a fairy.
Beautiful white swans float on the beach like snowballs.
The feet are like oars, the tail is like a rudder, and the slightly raised wings are sails.
A group of silver-white swans floated on the water, like a small white boat sailing forward.
The eyes of swans rarely look sideways. The egg-yellow circle is delicately shining with confidence, and there is kindness, tolerance and coquettishness signaling from there. They are never used to squinting. People look at people with their eyes, but people always squint their eyes to see it, because people always look up at it through the smoke waves from a distance.
Two fairy-like swans landed gently in the middle of the lake in the dim dusk. They stretched their necks, looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, and then looked back at the rising moon in the east: We just Accompanied by the setting sun, we have completed our golden return journey, and now accompanied by the bright moon, we have entered the silver dream mirror.
I dare not tell him that I have seen that swan. She is so soft, delicate, pure and full of vitality! Her extraordinary beauty is like a flying wild lily. Swimming in the water, or standing tall and graceful, as quiet as a water lily, like a princess in the animal world, as white as snow or jade.
A ferocious eagle plunged straight from the sky with its wings spread out, almost touching the ground. Then it suddenly flapped its wings and made a fierce sound as it pierced the sky.
The giant eagle returned to its nest. It descended from the sky, stood on the edge of the cliff of the big nest, looked up arrogantly at the blue sky and looked down at the earth. Then, it opened its iron-like claws, stretched its neck and flapped its wings, making a vibration. The whistle of the valley. The mountains responded, and the leaves of the forest fell like raindrops. The fog that had gathered in the valley was forced to retreat deep into the forest.
The goshawk is the most powerful raptor among birds. It flies high, fast, and is so powerful that no other bird can harm it.
The eagle is the ruler of the southern skies. They proudly scatter their loud whistles to the mountains, rivers and forests. They patrolled this vast territory belonging to them majestically and contentedly at high altitudes.
The geese were so excited that they sang loudly and hummed softly all the way, just like children, scrambling to fall into their mother's arms.
Thrush is like a gentle girl, hiding in the green leaves and whispering.
Seagulls fly over the water, and wild geese soar high in the sky.
Birds are a link in the chain of nature. They are like the wind, like the rain, like the stars and the moon, like the hills and forests, like the grasslands and the horses. The broad background for the survival of all things. Bird life and human life have interpenetrated each other.
A group of geese flying south appeared under the blue sky. The geese formed a neat herringbone shape and flew forward with the same goal. They screamed loudly in the sky, as if solemnly announcing: their team is orderly and their goal is clear. Their warm and sweet calls, made up of thousands of throats, have been floating over the island for a long time...
This is the melody of trekkers, and it is also the melody of pursuing beauty, yearning for beauty, and creating beauty. .
Wild geese seem to be always flying, always looking for an environment suitable for their survival, and always on the run.
It (the seagull) swooped down like lightning, making people really worried that it would fall into the vast river. However, the moment it approached the water, it suddenly became surprisingly light and fell down like a feather...
Thousands of white gulls flew in the golden foil-like sunset , intertwined into a noisy melody, the wings of each white gull are trailing the blood-red flames of the setting sun, which is dazzling.
The larks in the sky, the orioles in the woods, all flutter their reeds. The breeze squeezes their voices together and distributes them to various creatures with and without ears in the mountains. Taohua was fascinated by what she heard, and couldn't help but shed a few pink tears, one by one on the ground. Xiaocao was so drunk that she fell down and stood up in time with the beat of the sound. She never calmed down.
"Chi Chi cut dates" cried the thrush in a cage on the railing. After a while, the crow of the thrush came from all the cages. Some are leisurely, like a gurgling stream; some are high, like a guzheng playing; some are Schumann, like a cave flute under the moon, whimpering; some are rough, like the sound of wooden leaves. A kind of pure, original music that makes people feel selfless.
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