The swallow is back. My good friend came to my house again.
One day, the swallow will be born. When I knew it, I jumped three feet high and was extremely happy. Swallows lay eggs.
One day, the swallow was afraid to whisper at the window. What is the name of the swallow? Tell me you've come back from far away.
Is to see your old friends; Still want to tell me that we should be good neighbors and friends forever. Swallows nest in my house. It pecks at branches and grass to live and nest.
About a few months. Sometimes, I am afraid that the swallow will catch cold, so I put a quilt in the nest.
This is really a designer. It built the bird's nest into a heart. One day, I was doing my homework at home, and suddenly.
I heard a "ah" and saw a swallow fall to the ground. I went out to have a look. Probably just born. My mother pecked just now. He might be hungry, so he went to find her something to eat.
When I saw it, I quickly caught up with it. I lifted it gently and touched the swallow quietly. The swallow's clever appearance is very cute, like a cute elf. Of course, I sent the swallow back to the nest, and its brothers and sisters kept barking at the swallow, as if to say, "Don't be afraid, we are here."
At this time, the swallow's mother came back, crying, as if to say to the swallow, "Don't be afraid, no one can bully you with her mother." At this time, the Olympic Games began, and I ran home like an arrow.
Grandma, grandpa, dad and mom are all watching quietly. Even a needle can be heard falling to the ground, and the swallow is watching quietly. At this time, the China Gymnastics Team won, and we all laughed. Grandma's face showed patterns, and the swallow jumped up.
Swallows bring me laughter and add laughter to me. Chapter two: The little swallow, the messenger of spring, is small and exquisite, just like a lovely little angel. It is so hardworking and always busy for life.
A shiny black feather, a pair of handsome and light wings and a scissor-like tail make up a lively, lovely and gentlemanly swallow. Swallow is a veritable architect.
It stuck mud to the wall, one flew out and the other was still trying to stick. After a while, the only one flew back with mud in its mouth. The only one went out to get mud, so they took turns to go into battle.
I don't know how long it took, but the swallows built their nests. The swallow got into the nest, put his head in, and cried happily. This is the crystallization of the swallow's sweat, painstaking efforts, wisdom and perseverance.
You didn't get something for nothing, ah! I admire you! Tell you what! Swallow is also a very famous musician. It stops on the wire, how like a staff. The stopped swallow becomes a note, a hymn of spring, waiting to be played! Swallows are full of energy, their wings are sharp and long, their tails are forked like scissors, and they fly very fast. Under the pure support of blue sky and white clouds, it is more agile.
"When will the swallows fly back, the peach blossoms on the shore will touch the water, the spring rain bridge will not cross, and the boat will support Liu Yin." Swallows are also masters at catching insects, and they can catch hundreds of thousands a year, which makes people admire! Ah! Swallow, the messenger of spring, you have become so agile in your work! I also know that you told us a lot of truth in your work ... Chapter III: Swallows in spring in the afternoon, the sky outside the window is still gray.
Dark clouds gathered and the sky darkened. When the wind comes, it sneaks quietly, plucks leaves from trees that are not yet yellow, and lightly brings the third rain after autumn, which continues and falls at will.
Looking up from the scroll in front of the case, I suddenly saw two thin wires between tall buildings in the distance, all of which were swallows. Dressed in mysterious costumes, they all turned their heads to the east, some rested peacefully, some combed their feathers leisurely, some talked in a low voice, and more often they looked at the autumn rain in front of them with their usual eyes as if nothing had happened.
A few simply spread their wings, glided with the wind for a while, and then flew against the wind, elegant and free and easy. The cold wind crackled the window lattice and the autumn rain was cold and continuous. Such wind and rain are bound to blow their feathers and get wet. Aren't they really scared? Why not learn from those clever finches and hide quickly? Do I have to improvise just because I'm an accidental audience? Or use the last courage of autumn to draw a satisfactory end to the year's rush? I'm ashamed. Although I often see it, I really don't understand it.
The old man said: Swallows are nostalgic birds. Later, I learned the chapter of "Migration", only to know that swallows need to spend the winter in the tropics every year, breed their offspring in the temperate zone, and have to travel long distances.
I can't help but feel a lot of emotion and imagination in my heart. Imagine that before the soil thaws, before the spring comes, before the flowers bloom, in a distant place, these homesick birds must have been carefully prepared.
Go home, go home, before spring comes. They know that in the far north, there is a barren home for them to manage, a vast landscape for them to cross and an empty blue sky for them to fill.
So, here they are. Call a friend, drag the child, and have a clear goal.
Throw your weak body into the vast journey. Those who are physically exhausted fall into the deep sea; What can't escape is buried in the belly of natural enemies; Those careless people jumped into the human net.
However, all difficulties can't stop them from coming back-through countless dawns and countless nights, sleeping in the wind, running around, leaving the mountains and the vast sea behind. Go home, go home, the end of the road is their hometown of birth.
For this purpose, sometimes at dawn, sometimes at night, I set out quietly, worked hard, and finally returned safely! Hometown is at your feet. The surging spring breeze spreads joy under their wings, and ten thousand soft willows are waiting on the distant shore. At last, the brook gave a high note under the ice, and under the old eaves, it was still the familiar smiling face.
Then, the sun burst out the freshest snuff and fell on the ground. From then on, all the spring flowers were smiling.
Lightweight, heavy, clumsy, simple, rich, elegant, stumbling, one plant or one frame open. There is bound to be a spring rain falling to clean up the dust for this long-lost return.
A foggy morning.
2. What are the swallows doing in spring? Write a composition about swallows with one thing.
Swallows are messengers of spring. As soon as spring comes, swallows fly back to the north from the south, and people know that spring is coming. Swallows add a lot of vitality to this spring.
Swallow, black feathers, handsome wings, scissors-like tail, look, a small and exquisite swallow appears. He likes wearing a black coat. What a gentleman! Let people see it and forget all the sad things. Swallow is also a famous architect. Swallow stuck the mud found in the corner, and a swallow stuck it with leaves, flying around like this. After a few days, it was finally done. But leave a door for swallows to come in and out. Really like an architect.
Swallows are musicians. Every morning, he only listens to Ji Ji and clears his throat. Before going to the concert, the swallow has to "learn music". Swallows stop on telephone poles, like a piece of paper, how like a staff! Look, this is the clever way for swallows to "learn music". How's it going? Very interesting!
Swallows are not only musicians, but also athletes. Swallows take part in long-distance flight competitions every year and fly back to the north from the south in spring. Fly back to the south from the north in autumn, each time the distance is 1000 km!
Swallows are also model workers, catching pests in the fields all day. You can catch tens of thousands a year! Swallows can also predict the weather. It will rain if you fly low, and it will be sunny if you fly high. What about this model worker?
Swallow, I know it is in your work that you absorb the sunlight and make your black feathers glow.
3. Chunfei's swallow composition, about 350 words. There is a unique swallow nest in the corner outside Grandpa Zhao's door. Bird's nest is like a bowl buckled on the wall. It is not easy to build a nest on the wall. I don't know how hard the swallow has worked.
Spring has come, and the swallow is happy to go home. They fly out for a while and come back for a while. That kind of joy is like moving to a new house. They like this family very much. One day, I stared at the swallow's nest and saw the swallow coming back with grass feathers in its mouth. It turns out that they are busy cleaning up their homes and making careful preparations for hatching swallows. A few weeks later, the swallow hatched. A few days later, three furry little gray heads came out of the nest, looked out curiously and asked their mother for food. The mother swallow shuttled back and forth to catch insects for the little swallow to eat, only to see three big mouths vying for it, and the nest was full of the little swallow's contented chirping. Gradually, the gray and ugly Xiaoyan put on a black and white tuxedo, just like three polite gentlemen, and her spirit is very smart and beautiful.
Soon the autumn wind is rustling and the cold winter is coming. The clever swallows know the change of the weather, and they are ready. From quietly bidding farewell to hometown, the whole family flew to the south for the winter.
The clever and lovely swallow flew back this spring. Their nest was broken by naughty children. The swallow was not angry, only to see it holding mud and grass for a while, and the beautiful nest was made in a few days. Mother Swallow began to devote herself to incubating little swallows again.
4. The relationship between swallows and spring 150 Word Spring has come and swallows have flown from the south.
One day, I went to my grandmother's house for dinner and found two little swallows flying under her roof. I think: these swallows must be nesting under the eaves of grandma's house.
A few days later, I really saw a nest under the eaves. Many days later, I found a few furry little heads sticking out of the nest. Then I understood that the old swallow's "child" was born.
Since the little swallow was born, I have seen the old swallow busy all day. Through observation, I found that the old swallow was catching insects for the little swallow to eat.
Every time the old swallow flies into the nest, the little swallow twitters as if waiting for the old swallow to feed it. A few days later, the feathers on the swallows' wings came out and the hairs on their backs came out.
The feathers of swallows grow very fast and will grow together in a few days. Swallows began to learn to fly.
5. Exercise display platform: The essay topic "Chun Yan" has no more than 40 words.
The annual spring has arrived. The swallow is back. My good friend came to my house again.
One day, the swallow will be born. When I knew it, I jumped three feet high and was extremely happy. Swallows lay eggs. One day, the swallow was afraid to whisper at the window. What is the name of the swallow? Tell me you've come back from far away. Is to see your old friends; Still want to tell me that we should be good neighbors and friends forever.
Swallows nest in my house. It pecks at branches and grass to live and nest. About a few months. Sometimes, I am afraid that the swallow will catch cold, so I put a quilt in the nest. This is really a designer. It built the bird's nest into a heart.
One day, I was doing my homework at home, and suddenly. I heard a "ah" and saw a swallow fall to the ground. I went out to have a look. Probably just born. My mother pecked just now. He might be hungry, so he went to find her something to eat. When I saw it, I quickly caught up with it. I lifted it gently and touched the swallow quietly. The swallow's clever appearance is very cute, like a cute elf.
Of course, I sent the swallow back to the nest, and its brothers and sisters kept barking at the swallow, as if to say, "Don't be afraid, we are here." At this time, the swallow's mother came back, crying, as if to say to the swallow, "Don't be afraid, no one can bully you with her mother."
At this time, the Olympic Games began, and I ran home like an arrow. Grandma, grandpa, dad and mom are all watching quietly. Even a needle can be heard falling to the ground, and the swallow is watching quietly. At this time, the China Gymnastics Team won, and we all laughed. Grandma's face showed patterns, and the swallow jumped up.
Swallows bring me laughter and add laughter to me.
6. Write a composition with peach blossom, apple blossom, grass, willow and swallow in spring. There are four seasons in a year, and the most beautiful is spring.
Spring came to the mountains, the snow on the mountains melted, the grass crept out quietly, and the branches of the trees also pulled out young leaves. In spring, all kinds of flowers compete to open, including pink peach blossom, snow-white apple blossom, plum blossom, pear blossom and golden dandelion, as well as pink peach blossom-these flowers compete to open, attracting crowds of bees and butterflies to be busy among the flowers, so lively!
Spring comes to the river, and the willows are graceful and beautiful. The little frog crept out of the hole quietly, the river slowly melted, and gradually there were fish swimming around in it. Swallows also flew back.
Spring came to the small village, farmers' uncles began to farm, and birds sang in the trees, as if they were happy for the arrival of spring. Swallows fly back to the village and nest under the eaves.
Ah! How beautiful spring is! I love this charming scenery, and I love this beautiful spring.
7. Write the composition 1 that a hundred flowers blossom and swallows fly south in spring. In spring, everything comes back to life.
The weather is getting warmer and warmer. The ice and snow melted into a stream and all the animals in the forest woke up. They play freely and happily on the green grass.
Look! The deer is chasing beautiful flowers, and its jump is really pleasing to the eye. Flowers seem to tease the lovely deer, spinning in the air from time to time and dancing in the sun. In the breeze, the green lawn became the stage for deer and China. In spring, a hundred flowers blossom and the earth puts on new clothes.
The willows put out new leaves, and the swallows came back from the south, chirping. It adds a lot of vitality to spring scenery.
Birds are singing in the Woods and flowers are fragrant. Swarms of bees fly around the flowers to see which flower has the best, most fragrant and delicious honey.
Suddenly, a breeze attracted waves of fragrant fragrance. As soon as the butterfly smelled the fragrance, it followed it. Oh! So it's osmanthus. Look! Swarms of bees surrounded the whole flower forest, huh? What kind of flower is that? Oh! It turned out to be exotic flowers and herbs. It should be as red as fire, more beautiful than history, and the story of Bidiu Xin is more beautiful.
It looks like a red rose. Looking around, there are many flowers I can't name. This is really a beautiful spring! Ah! How lovely the awakening spring is! I hope so. I hope so. Spring has finally arrived.
Spring, accompanied by smoke, fog and yarn-like drizzle, came quietly, putting on a vibrant new dress for Mother Earth. After a winter test, the grass stretched and straightened under the breeze.
Under the nurturing of a spring rain, I absorbed enough nutrients and put on a bright green shirt, which looks more lovely. Spring is a good time for a hundred flowers to blossom.
Flowers are everywhere in the mountains, suburbs, parks and flower beds. In the morning, you see, Flower Girl is taking the time to "wash her face"! "Wash your face" and dress yourself up to participate in the "Bimei Competition"! They are all competing to open up and compete for beauty under the call of spring, making Mother Earth look beautiful! Delicate "Miss Liu", under the call of spring breeze, swings slender and soft branches like long hair, and yellow and green wicker on the branches, like eyebrows, makes "Miss Liu" more graceful! Naughty poplars, washed by the spring rain, turned into old people, and the "Dendrolimus"-like poplars hanging on its staggered branches really looked like old people's beards! Maybe spring is a "messenger"! When the spring breeze blows gently, the geese in the south fly to the north one after another.
Brown geese are neatly arranged in a "human" shape or a "one" shape, flying in the blue sky of the southern hometown! The clever and lovely swallow also returned to his hometown with the wild goose. Their sharp mouths caught the bug before people could see what had happened. In the fields, the spring sunshine melted the snow.
Green wheat seedlings are floating in the wind, and golden rape flowers attract a large number of bees. Uncle Nong came to the field, holding his trousers and carrying a laundry list, and began his hard spring ploughing.
Because, spring is the season of sowing! Spring, for our generation, is the morning of a year, the starting line in a highly competitive factory and a good opportunity to study hard! We should study hard and make contributions to our motherland when we grow up! The lonely Grandpa Dong took in the beautiful Sister Snowflake and let her stay with Grandpa Dong. Sister Chun quietly came to our side, ready to bring us a surprise.
The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the sun shines on people, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling. The spring breeze is blowing slightly, just like mother's hand stroking our cheeks.
The hill has changed into a new green dress, and the wheat seedlings in the field also like Miss Chun. Whenever early spring comes, they are busy wearing new green clothes to meet them.
When Miss Chun arrived in a colorful dress, they were singing and dancing beside her. How happy and excited they are! Carefree rivers flow quietly. Sister Liu danced on the riverbank, the soft wicker swayed with the wind, and the flowers and plants around her swayed.
Peach blossoms are blooming, and the petals exude a faint fragrance. Peach blossom sits on a branch.
A breeze blew, as if falling petals. People took off their thick cotton-padded clothes and put on thin shirts.
The children are alive and kicking on the grass. The air in the morning is so fresh! Crystal dew drops on the grass and bathes it; Fell on the little flower and gave it a drink.
Spring is really here! The pond, the fields, the sky and the grass are full of the breath of spring. I like spring. I like to smell the fragrance of flowers, see the green of trees and listen to the songs of birds.
Spring is really colorful! The flowers are red, the grass is green and the sky is blue. Everything is alive.
I love spring, love colorful spring, and love the vitality of spring.
8. Write a little swallow's composition every spring, wearing a shiny black feather coat, a pair of handsome and light wings and a scissors-like tail, and form a lively and agile little swallow. Countless. Endless flying from the south, flying in the air, letting go of the crisp throat, singing euphemistic songs, flying into various households to settle down, adding a lot of vitality to my hometown.
In the breeze and sunshine, swallows lean against the sky looking for insects in the countryside, singing, and some fly from rice fields here to rice fields there in the blink of an eye; Some paddle across the lake, some hover in the air, enjoying the beautiful scenery of spring.
At night, countless. Endless swallows landed on the wires. There are several thin lines attached to the pole, which looks like a staff! The stopped swallow became a note, a hymn of spring.
This reminds me of a children's song: "Little Swallow, put on colorful clothes and come here every spring ... Welcome to live here for a long time. Spring is the most beautiful here.
9. Write Swallow 600 words Little Swallow
In the spring of March, willows spit new buds, peach blossoms bloom red flowers, and lovely swallows fly from the south.
When I was 9 years old, in spring, I saw swallows nesting under my uncle's beams.
I was playing under the window that day. Two little swallows flew to my uncle's house, chirped a few times, and then landed on a tree and looked around. This time, I saw it clearly. It will be two lovely swallows, wearing black coats, showing white shirts on their chests, and their small black eyes are strange and bright. After a long time, they flew away. But after a while, they came back unexpectedly. This time, there is mud in my mouth. I jumped for joy, because I knew the swallows were going to nest under the eaves of my uncle's house.
I saw one swallow pressing the mud ball on the eaves, the other one flew out, and then flew back with mud, and the other one flew out with mud, so the two of them staggered with mud to build a nest. I don't know how long it took, but the swallow finally built the nest into a semicircle, and both ends were tightly connected to the beam. Swallows fly out and come back ... and add a circle to the original semicircle, so that there are more and more circles around the swallow, leaving this "door" on the front, and finally the swallow can only go in by himself. They also brought a lot of straw and feathers to make a good nest. A few days later, it was a great achievement. I saw the swallow get into the nest, stick its head out and cry excitedly. I am also happy for their success.
Bird's nest is not the most beautiful in the world, but it is built bit by bit with small clay balls, which is the crystallization of patience and hard work.
I love the swallow, his lovely appearance and his perseverance.