Spring has come, the grass is green, the flowers are blooming, the earth is full of vigor, the clever and clever little swallows come out to move around, the little swallows like to stop at the poles, a pair of light yellow claws holding onto the wires. The feathers on their backs are like black suits. The feathers on its belly are like a snow-white shirt. It is small and delicate, with a short and wide beak under a pair of bright and flexible eyes.
Swallows are not only beautiful, but also catch pests and are good friends to us.
Although mosquitoes. Although mosquitoes and flies are so smart and fly so fast, it is still difficult to escape the sharp eyes of swallows. As soon as the pests appeared, the swallow flew over like an arrow, opened its short and wide beak, and the pests became the food in its belly. Sometimes the mother swallow even puts the pests in her mouth and flies back to her nest to feed her babies!
Swifts are not only good at catching insects, but also good at building nests! It reminds me of Bai Juyi's poem, "The early warblers compete for the warmth of the trees, and the new swallows cut the mud of spring". Swallows build their nests under the eaves of a house, first using soil. Straw. The swallows build their nests under the eaves of the house with soil, straw and twigs, and then stick them with spit, which is not easy for the swallows to build their nests.
The swallow is a beneficial bird for human beings, it eliminates 250,000 pests in a few months, and it will always serve people.
2. How to write a descriptive essay about swallows
In the spring, the swallows flew back In the spring, who flew in the field? There are cuckoos flying . In spring, who flies in the field? The cuckoo is flying . Spring, who flies in the field? The lark is flying. Who else is flying over the fields in spring? The swallows are flying freely over the fields. The swallows, tired of flying, landed on the electric pole and looked at the scenery of the field from the pole vaguely. The field is green, green, yellow, and there is only one old ox pulling the plow. The old ox seemed to be mesmerized by the field scenery, gazing at everything in front of him for a long time, if not for the farmer patting it, it might not be able to turn its head. In the sky, swallows were flying in groups of three or five, as if they were starting a flying competition! Some swallows flew from the pine tree to the willow tree, occasionally dipping their tail tips on the water, and saw the ripples rippling out in circles. Some swallows stopped by the tinkling brook and chirped endlessly, as if saying, "Your water is so clear, how like a mirror, can I sort out my feathers here?" Some swallows half of their bodies were already in the creek, as if they were bathing there . That time, I witnessed the swallows building their nests under the beams of my uncle's house. I was playing in the yard when two swallows flew to the front of the house, circled in front of the house, chirped and chirped, and then landed on a tree in front of the door and looked around. They seemed to be saying that this place is really nice, why don't we build our nest here? I saw them clearly, a female and a male, a couple. They were two cute little swallows, wearing gray coats with white shirts on their chests, and their little black eyes were very bright. After a while, they flew away, and I was a bit sorry. But I waited patiently, hoping they would come again. A little while later, the two little swallows did fly back, this time with mud in their beaks. I was overjoyed because I knew the swallows were going to settle down in the corner of my uncle's house. I saw the swallows sticking the mud on the corner of the wall, and one of them flew out while the other one was still sticking. Soon the other one flew back with the mud, and the other one went out to stick the mud again, and so on they built their nests with the mud in a cycle. I don't know how long it took, but the swallows finally built the nest into a semicircle, with the two ends of the semicircle tightly connected to the corner of the wall. The swallows fly out again and come back to add another circle to the semicircle. One day, two days, the swallows build more and more circles, the nest gets bigger and bigger, and is almost finished, leaving a door at the front, which can only allow the swallows to go in and out in the end. They brought in more leaves and feathers to line the nest. I saw the two little swallows get into the nest and stick their heads out, screaming excitedly. I was happy for their success. Although the nest of the little swallow is not the most beautiful masterpiece in the world, it is built little by little with its little beak, which is the crystallization of sweat and blood, wisdom and perseverance. Ah, little swallow, you are the world's greatest construction expert. In the spring, the swallows flew back, you, notice it?
3. How to write an essay on the little swallowI discovered the secret of the swallow's flight When spring comes, the little swallow flies back to the north from the south.
I often look up at home and see a few swallows flying around overhead, chirping and squawking at ease. That's because my grandmother planted a pomegranate tree, and there was a little swallow's nest in that pomegranate tree.
The swallow's shape is very special, its back is black, like wearing a black cape, its belly is white; its tail is like a pair of black scissors; it flies around the big tree, and it looks like a pruner, trimming the leaves of the big tree! It used to fly high in the sky, but now why does it fly so low? Moreover, I found that every time when it was hot and muggy, it would rain heavily soon after the swallow flew low. I was very curious, why does it rain when the swallows fly low? I seem to have heard my grandfather say that the swallow flies low and snakes cross the road, and heavy rain will come soon.
So I found out from the science book that the humidity in the air is higher before the rain, which makes the wings of the insects wetter, so the flight of those insects as the food of the swallows is greatly affected, and they can only fly near the ground, and then the swallows also reduce the height of the flight, and look for their food near the ground. There is also the turbulence in the air when it is about to rain.
Swallows are affected by air currents and always fly up and down, high and low. So when the swallows fly low, the weather is going to rain.
I found out why swallows fly low before it is going to rain in the popular science book, and I found out a lot more! For example, why ants move when it is going to rain. Through this discovery, I understand: if we can live in life, carefully observe the things around us, we will find a lot of mysteries, nature is really wonderful.
4. Write a swallow essayEvery spring wearing a black glossy plumage, a pair of handsome light wings, plus scissors-like tail, put together a lively and witty little swallow. Countless. Points are not exhaustive from the south to fly, flying in the air, let go of the crisp throat, singing a melodious song, respectively, flying into the households to settle down, adding a lot of vitality to the hometown.
In the breeze, in the sunshine, the swallows slant their bodies in the sky to look for bugs in the fields, chirping, some by this side of the rice paddies, a blink of an eye flew to the paddy fields under the other side; some swept horizontally across the lake, and some hovering in the air, enjoying the beauty of this spring bloom.
At night, countless. Point endless swallows landed on the power lines. The poles are connected to a few traces of thin lines, how like the pentatonic spectrum ah! The stopped swallows became the notes, composed a spring hymn is waiting to be played.
This reminds me of a children's song: "Swallows, wearing flowery clothes, come here in the spring every year. ...... You are welcome to live here for a long time, and the spring here is the most beautiful.
5. Writing Swallow EssaySwallow Nest Storm
I don't know when, there is a swallow nest on the eaves of my house.
It's been six years since my new house was built, and no swallow has ever come to build a nest. It's no wonder that the exterior walls of the new house are plastered with smooth colored tiles, so how can they make a nest?
But this year, a pair of swallows came to my house to make a nest, so how could I not be happy? So I went to see them every morning and evening. However, the tiles were really too slippery, and the swallows' nest was delayed. They got dirt on several tiles under the eaves, and by the end of April, they finally built a nest. Looking at their hard-earned home, I was happy for them from the bottom of my heart.
After a few days, I realized that the swallows, which used to be in pairs, were always just one busy figure, so I asked my grandfather about it. Grandpa told me: it must be the mother swallow hatching eggs. "I couldn't help cheering up, but I was afraid of disturbing the mother swallow hatching her eggs. The next day at school I told every student the good news.
After that, every day after school, I asked my grandfather, "Did the swallows hatch?" The day before yesterday morning, as soon as I woke up, I went to see them. But the scene in front of me made me dumbfounded: a ground of mud, mixed with already discolored yolk, with spots of eggshell, scarlet blood ...... puppies licking the egg juice with gusto. I almost want to cry out, but I can not do anything about it, I really hate my new house and tile.
I went to school in a hurry, not wanting to see this sad scene again. Today, I really can not help but go to see it, but the eyes are still ...... Where have they gone? Next year, will they dare to come?
6. How to write a composition on what happened to the little swallowI am a little swallow, spring is coming, I want to fly back to the north.
On my way to the north, my mind was filled with beautiful scenery and plenty of food, which made me even more impatient to fly to my destination. However, I ran into trouble when I passed through the snowy country. The temperature there plummeted and almost all the insects froze to death. I was already very hungry by then, and coupled with the cold weather, I ended up on the icy snow. At that time, I thought it was impossible for me to escape the clutches of death, and that I would never be able to see my mom and dad again, and because of my excessive sadness, I fainted. When I woke up, a trace of warmth filled my body, and I found myself lying on a comfortable bed, surrounded by many swallows.
I don't know who saved me, but I still want to say to the person who saved me: "It was you who saved me when I was dying, it was you who helped me, it was you who let me see the light again, it was you who gave me a second life, it was you who gave me a good memory, it was you who saved me from the clutches of the God of Death, I want to say thank you!
Hohhot Manchu Primary School, third grade (2) class Shana Instructor: Chen Rong
Saturday evening, I went home from school, the sky was cloudy, and from time to time drizzle. A few house swallows were frolicking carefree on the road. Suddenly, a big truck whizzed by, my heart tightened and I couldn't help closing my eyes. I knew something unfortunate had happened.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that a house swallow had fallen to the ground. At that moment, another house swallow flew over quickly and kept pecking at the dead house swallow with its sharp beak and circled around the dead house swallow. Perhaps the dead house swallow was its best brother. The swallow called out to the fallen swallow, trying to get it to fly away with it, but the swallow was slow to get up. After that swallow carefully examined and realized that its companion was dead, it let out a sad wail. It seemed to be telling, "Dear brother, you can't die, we all need you, tomorrow we both agreed from time to time to go and see the sea, you like to see it, don't you want to go? Wake up!" Just then another lovely little house-swallow saw it and swooped down, perhaps then the child of the dead house-swallow. It grasped the fallen swallow hard with its claws, spread its wings, and tried to carry it away, but still they could not do it, all to no avail. They looked with those two dark eyes at everyone present , hoping to find some people who could come to their aid. More and more people gathered, just then a kind aunt came from somewhere, gently put the dead swallow into a plastic bag, brought it to the roadside, dug a hole, buried it into the ground, and piled a small mound of earth on top of it. At this time, a few other house swallows picked small wildflowers on the roadside, put them on the mound and looked at auntie with grateful eyes. The clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the two swallows are hesitant to leave, and finally they have no choice but to go.
7. How to write an essay on I am a little swallow (two hundred words)Today, after I saw the lively and witty little swallows at home, I felt that spring would not be so much alive if there were no swallows in spring, and spring would not be so beautiful without the swallows.
The feathers of these little swallows are black and shiny, and a pair of handsome and light wings are stretching in the blue sky, together with the scissors-like tail, which makes people feel that the swallows are so lovely.
Under the breeze, the willow tree flings its long braid,
The grass nods and smiles, as if it were a dance to welcome spring. Little swallows flew over and this sight was imprinted on the picture by me. Swallows are like a traveler, a moment by this side of the willow tree, a blink of an eye and flew to the top of the house over there. And from the top of the house to the big tree.
I went out of the house to play in the artificial lake in Haiyun Square. The water there is so clear that you can see the rocks under the water.
Ah, I saw the lively little swallow again.
It is like with me
hide and seek like in front of me flew past, chirping. That's a beautiful sound! It's like a hymn dedicated to spring. It swept across the lake again, the tip of the tail occasionally dipped the water, and saw the ripples rippled away.
I realized today that I am in love with swallows, in love with spring. Its song, its dance, seems to be specially prepared for spring. The swallows resting on the wires called, like they were singing for spring. The swallows skimming through the air seem to be dancing for spring. The swallows are singing and dancing, forming a "Swallow Song and Dance" program.
The Swallow's Travels
There are many birds I have seen, but only the swallow has left the deepest impression on me
. It is not only beautiful, but also capable.
This spring, a Saturday morning, I woke up from my sleep, and when I opened my eyes, I saw two figures outside the window. I looked carefully, it was two little swallows. They have black wings, white stomachs, and sharp beaks that are as red as fire. They flew gently and dexterously, with their two wings high and low, beautifully. I learned from the extracurricular books that swallows can announce spring, eat pests, and are good friends of crops. What are they doing under my roof? Out of curiosity, I hurriedly got up and looked seriously.
It turns out that the swallows are building a nest. They flew to the edge of the puddle, took some mud in their mouths, and flew back to the eaves of the house. The swallows stood in front of the nest they had just bottomed, carefully put the mud on the gap they had built, took a closer look, squeaked a few times, and flew away again. In this way, the two swallows flew to and from the nest as if they were shuttling. My eyes are tired, but the swallows are not tired, and they are still working.
From this day on, I went outside the house to watch for a while. More than ten days later, a bird's nest of the size of a ceramic bowl with an overlapping appearance finally appeared under the eaves of the house. Looking at the bird's nest, I froze and finally understood that the swallow could build such a beautiful and sturdy nest, which is the result of its accumulation of small amounts, and its down-to-earth labor.
Now, the weather is slowly turning cold, and the swallows have flown away, but the spirit of the swallows' nesting inspires me. I believe that if you can carry forward this spirit of perseverance in your studies, and accumulate knowledge little by little, you will be able to make a big difference in the future.