Describe the black cat with anthropomorphic words or sentences

1. Paragraph describing the black cat

The quiet blackness, little by little, was drawn away, as if falling into endless darkness.

To the eyes, vigilant look, full of hostility and expulsion.

The wind whisked by, a powerful tail, disappeared into the night, leaving only the memory of the golden eyes that can not be erased.

A long time back, uh-oh, black cat magic.

Looking up at the high wall, the black cat's dangling tail.

It was the silver moon that accompanied the gaze.

A secret glance,

The black cat,

In the golden eyes, tears

overflowed

In the moon

Thousands of years of waiting

Perhaps the black cat has long since forgotten what to wait for

Only remembered

Can not be given up

It is not to give up.

The covenant,

because of which

it is willing to be bound to the moon for a thousand years

The black cat huddles

as a lonely god

The moonlight casts

a faint shadow

and opens its eyes wide with surprise

2.Write an essay on cats in the form of a personification. Hello: This is an essay on kittens, cute kitten essay 400 words The neighbor's house has a cute kitten, all snow-white and snow-white, soft to the touch, when it curls up into a ball, from a distance, it looks like a white fluff ball.

In its round face there is a pair of eyes like jewels. It has a very sensitive nose, and when it smells fish, it meows with gluttony.

The small mouth opens to reveal neatly arranged teeth, very sharp. There are a few whiskers around his mouth, which are very cute.

Its ears are pointed, like two triangles. The white tail moves like a small snake, really interesting! Kittens not only look cute, but also eat very cute.

When it finds a mouse, it immediately gets down and waits patiently. When the mouse is close, it quickly swooped up, a mouse bite, with sharp teeth four to tear, and ate with great relish.

Kittens not only eat cute, play is also very cute. One day, I took the hair first ball to the neighbor's house to observe the kitten.

I put the woolen pom-pom on the ground and drew the kitten out. The kitten walked up and carefully touched the wool ball a few times, the wool ball moved, scared the kitten hurriedly back a few steps, meowing, as if to say; what is this monster ah? After a while, it slowly walked forward.

The kitten pushed the ball of wool and ran around, making the yard broken branches and flowers, until it was tired of running, it put down the ball of wool. I really like the neighbor's naughty and cute little white cat.

3. Writing about cats, using the total points, contrast, anthropomorphism, metaphorical writing

September 18, 2006, on the way home from school, I saw a kitten squatting timidly in the garden open-air elevator entrance. It was very poor, dirty, hairy, curled up in a ball, eyes staring straight at me, as if to say: "Good people, please take me home! I am so hungry, give me something to eat!" I saw the kitten's pitiful eyes and couldn't help but carry it gently back home.

Although my mom was not happy that I brought the kitten home without her permission, she gave the kitten a bath with me and made a comfortable nest for it, and I found a plate especially for the kitten to eat.

The next day, after waking up, I ran to the kitten's nest, the kitten was awakened, it stretched, and opened its mouth to say to me "Thank you, Miss." I froze, the kitten could actually talk. So every day when I went to school, the kitten would hold my shoes and say to me, "Here you go, Miss." At that time I was especially happy.

At night, when I wanted the kitten to go to bed, I would say to the kitten, "Kitten, it's late, you should go to bed too." The kittens always scamper off to their nest and go to bed before I can finish my sentence.

I love this kitty. Its left eye is white and its right eye is black, and its eyeballs are darting around. At any moment, it will pose to look cute. It likes to roll around a lot when it sleeps, and when it sleeps on the sofa, it often rolls over to the ground. He has a habit of sleeping during the day and moving around at night, running around the room and randomly tearing up shredded paper or my clothes. No wonder my dad called it a "night owl".

The kitten listens to me and is very close to me. I am very happy that it can talk.

Many of my classmates have younger siblings, and I think they are really happy. I want the kitten to become a little sister, and accompany me to school, play, and I am no longer lonely. That would be so nice!

On October 1, I got up early because my dad promised to take me out. We were going to take the kitten out with us. But I couldn't find it. "Miss, is it looking for me?" A voice beside me suddenly said to me. I was startled and hurriedly turned around to see a pretty little sister standing next to my mom. I asked my mom, "Who is she?" Mom just smiled mysteriously and didn't answer me. The little sister said, "I'm a kitty, I'm the kitty you picked up." I was shocked and delighted not knowing if this was true. My kitty had become a human being and was the little sister of my dreams.

My father said to me, "If you are full of love, anything is possible."

4. Writing about cats, using the total division, contrast, personification, metaphorical writing

On September 18, 2006, on the way out of school, I saw a kitten squatting timidly in the garden open-air elevator entrance. It was very poor, dirty, hairy, curled up in a ball, eyes staring straight at me, as if to say: "Good people, please take me home! I am so hungry, give me something to eat!" I saw the kitten's pitiful eyes and couldn't help but carry it gently back home.

The kitten listens to me and is very close to me. I am very happy that it can talk.

My father said to me, "If you are full of love, anything is possible."

5. Write a paragraph on the story of the white cat and the black cat

The black cat, which my father brought back from a friend, had mostly black fur, but was white on the chin and neck, belly, and hooves. Most unusual was the lower part of the neck, where the white and black were intertwined in what appeared to be a pretty bow. It was a handsome kitten. Handsome enough to make all people think she is a small male cat, she is lively and active, brave to explore, and when she sleeps, she loves to hold herself into a round ball, like a hedgehog, which is especially cute.

The white cat is the one I carried back from my classmates. She is white all over, and she is very timid, with a weak and timid purr. At a time when the black cat had already explored the unfamiliar home, the only height she could climb was her father's women's motorcycle parked downstairs.

Together, the two cats grew from kittens to big cats.

What they used to do was run to the roof of the building, then jump from the neighbor's window to the neighbor's house and back again. Black cats had short limbs and then always jumped over them in style. The white cat would often fall down in mid-air and could only wail downstairs at the door. After the black cat played the mouse to death, the white cat ate behind it. When it was time to eat, the white cat always ate first. The black cat eats after. However, when fighting, the black cat always loses the white cat. When we eat, the black cat likes to squat on the refrigerator surface philosophically contemplating, however, to the table full of dishes, never interested. The white cat always purred anxiously under the table. When the black cat plays with people, it carefully hides its nails, while the white cat doesn't know any better, waving its nails with the intention of climbing up people's thighs. The most odious thing was that only yesterday she had been given a bath, and in a moment's time she went rolling in the mud and made herself dirty. So everyone always liked the black cat. Even the grandpa who was the janitor in the nearby army liked the black cat. Because, after the black cat finished catching the mice in our house, it volunteered to labor to catch mice in the army every night. And the white cat followed behind the black cat hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe eating mice.

Against the white cat, the black cat really looks like a martial arts warrior.

However, there are times when the martial arts warrior misses.

One night, the black cat and the white cat ran to a nearby construction site to play, and their claws were caught in a bamboo frame. The black cat had to scream. This mournful cry woke up the whole family. Following the sound, it was finally her brother who rescued her from the bamboo frame on the second floor. She hugged her brother's hand and refused to let go for a long time. From then on, she, who originally didn't pay much attention to her brother, was especially affectionate to him. Every day when my brother came back, the black cat cheered and hugged my brother's calf a slipped up, and then lay down on the ground to play a series of rolls to show their welcome, it is really funny.

The black cat brought so much joy to the whole family.

She knows her stuff. When she follows her mom to the bathroom, she learns to go to the bathroom on her own, and very cleverly spills her poop and pee in the toilet.

She was playful. In the winter, she lies down on the TV to sleep. We watch TV and she watches it too. She loved to watch the brightly colored patterns and dynamic advertisements. Often, she would stick her head out of the TV and look at it with great interest, only to fall down if she was not careful. So the whole family laughed. She stretched, embarrassed, turned around to catch mosquitoes to hide aside.

Really, the black cat always brings so many unexpected joys. Including her motherhood.

We found out that the black cat became a mother when she quietly found herself a cardboard box and gave birth to a pure white kitten one noon. When we found her, she was peacefully holding her daughter and looking at us quietly. This unexpected happy news confused us all. How did the black cat become a mother? She seemed to be just a little fatter than before, and she still played three hundred and sixty degree flips with us every day. Unlike the white cat, whose belly rumbled up ages ago, there was no suspense at all.

The black cat wandered off more than ten days after becoming a mother.

The white kitten she left behind was beautiful. Pure white fur, ice-blue eyes, limbs through the pink, even the ears are a tantalizing pink, elf-like. Everyone called her Fifi. After feeding her for a few days with milk in an eye-drop bottle, the white cat gave birth to four kittens, yet they were dead. So the kittens were put in her arms and she was asked to act as a mother. The white cat did not refuse, and held the kittens and mothered them properly. She loved Fifi very much. We once took a picture of Fifi with a red ribbon tied around her neck. When the white cat saw it, she angrily tore off the red ribbon and carried Fifi away. Fifi grew up to be a big cat under the care of the black cat. However, the white cat continued to favor her. Every afternoon, she had to hold Fifi in her arms while sunbathing and catching ticks for Fifi. Fifi then lay in her arms and ate her milk. By that time, Fifi had already become a mother. But she still had such a privilege. If the white cat's own children came over to ask for milk, the white cat would show her teeth and drive them away. This continued until Fifi was lost.

After Fifi was lost, the white cat's temper became very bad. On countless occasions, she was seen running back and forth manically on the roof of the building in the late afternoon in a melancholy manner. Her temper became strangely hostile. For example, she began to judge people by their appearance. If she saw some ugly-looking people, she would show her teeth and raise her tail to hiss in protest. Her memory also failed her. When moving her own children around, she would always pull one or two off. The only constant was that she still preferred mice. This hobby ended up harming her. Every spring, the nearby troops would drop large quantities of rat poison to exterminate the rats. The white cat ate the poisoned rats. The nearby army doctors recognized her and gave her an antidote, however, she still died.

For many years, I have missed these two cats, and the two cats fan-like feelings. As time passes, the more touched. People may not even be able to have feelings like this, arrogant and untamed cats are sometimes more affectionate than people!

6. Using similes and metaphors to describe the scene

The silver-white moonlight poured on the ground, and everywhere there was the mournful chirping of the crickets.

The fragrance of the night filled the air, weaving a soft net that covered all the scenery. Eyes contact are covered with this soft network of things, any grass and trees, are not as in the daytime as the reality, they have a vague, unreal colors, each of which has hidden its delicate point, are kept its secrets, so that people have a dreamlike feeling.

(Ba Jin, "Home") moonlight like silver, nowhere to shine, bamboo groves on the mountain in the moonlight into a black. The sound of insects in the bushes around me is as dense as falling rain.

Occasionally I do not know from where, suddenly there will be a grass warbler "fall fall fall fall hush" warble its throat, soon, this little bird seems to understand that this is the middle of the night, it should not be so noisy, it is still closed that small eyes sleep. (Shen Congwen, "Border Town") He leaned against the screen window and looked out.

The sky is full of stars and dense and busy, they are silent, and it seems to only feel that the sky is busy. A comb of the moon is like the description of a girl who has not yet grown up, but see people are not shy, the brightness and outline are fresh and exposed, and gradually can be set against the night scene.

The small insects in the grassy area of the garden are trivial in the night talk. The frogs from somewhere were working in unison, like a wave of sound boiling over a fire.

A few stars of fireflies swimming to and fro, not like flying, like floating in the thick air, the moonlight is not in the dark, a little fireflies suddenly bright, like a small green eyes of the summer night.

A few street lamps by the trees near the pool, the round light reflected in the water, like a small moon, around the moon in the pool. A piece of bloated white clouds slowly moved across the surface of the pool, as if it were a group of old women, bent back, step by step, straining to pass in front of the moon, trying to cover the moon, but the moon poured bright light through the gaps in the clouds.

One white cloud joined with another as a wide irregular band, dividing the clear sky into two halves. The white clouds moved past and gradually faded into the distance.

The sky is clear, and the moon looks bright. (Zhou Zu "Shanghai Morning") The night in the north at the end of May is the most refreshing and beautiful moment.

The sky is like a scrubbed general, without a trace of clouds, blue crystal, high and far. A round moon, from the east of the mountain beams climbed out, like a big lantern, the valley of a strange stone densely illuminated, the branches of the trees, the shadow of young grass projected on the path, flowers, dots, leisurely and swinging.

The lodging birds chirping on the branches, the little insects jumping in the grass trees, the terraces of spring seedlings pulling up the stalks to grow; the mountains and fields are also thousands of life in the joyful ...... (Hao Ran, "Sunny Day") The moonlight sprinkled all over the garden, the distant woods, the tops of which are loaded with silver light, the forest baked thick black shadows, the silence and solemnity pressed there. There. The water of the fountain, the microwaves in the pool, all reflecting the bright moonlight, rippling there, the green grass at her feet and the flowers and grass near her are also draped in moonlight, soft and silent in the trampled by her.

(Yu Dafu, "Autumn River") The moon is coming out. The moon is still far away, but behind the horizon one feels it rising from the dark abyss.

A faint light gave a lace to the tops of the trees that surrounded the high slopes, like the rims of goblets, and the side-shadows of these peaks, reflected in the faint light, appeared deeper and darker by the minute than by the minute. (French: Romain? Roland: "Mother and Child") The mist dissipated, and the silvery moonlight, like a widow's mourning dress, covered the vast sandy beach.

There was not a single boat on the river, not even a trace of microwaves could be seen, and in the heart of the river, on the banks, there was a quietness everywhere, which was like a kind of endless peace brought by death to the suffering patient. (India Tagore: "Shipwreck") After eight kilometers of Qutang Gorge, dark clouds, suddenly hidden, the top of the gorge, a blue sky, floating a few small pieces of golden clouds, a note of sunlight like lightning fall on the left cliff.

On the right side of the peak of a white cloud like a piece of silver shining, but the sun has not yet descended. At that moment, far ahead, above the countless layers of mountains, in the misty clouds, suddenly appeared a red mist.

You see, the reddish purple peaks, set off by this fog, really beautiful. It's like the glitter of red gems reflecting upward from the deep valley, and it's as if you've entered the realm of myth.

At this time, you look towards the river, is also colorful: two sides of the giant rock, reflections such as ink; the middle of the zigzag, but like a glittering road, above the swinging of the fine waves of light; close to the mountains, it is turquoise like emerald. The time passed minute by minute, the red mist in front of the red more red and brighter.

The boat sails closer and closer, gradually see a peak pavilion standing in the red fog, gradually see that the red fog is millions of strong sunlight. At 8:20, we came to this piece of clear golden sunrise.

Liu Baiyu "Three Days on the Yangtze River" What separated the people from me was the fog in the sky. The high buildings, the watery vehicles, the crowded pedestrians; everything disappeared, and even the arm that swung out when I was walking also disappeared in the mist.

Jin Yi "Fog" Outside the house, the morning fog, which was so thick that no one could be seen across the street, had already receded and faded. In the slowly gaining sunlight, the white fog dots, a burst of tossing, drifting, as if rustling sound.

Hedges, mounds, walls, all in the fog show a blurred image. Wang Xiyan, "Spring Returns to the Earth" Mist and mist Like a light veil, like smoke and mist, like clouds; hanging on the trees, wrapped around the ridge of the house, roaming on the mountain road, hidden in the grass.

At one time, it was like the rushing tide of the sea, and at another time, it was like the white gulls in flight. The smoke gusts, floating away and floating, everything, become hazy.

In an instant, the milky-white mist, turned into tiny droplets. Sprinkled on the road, sprinkled in the bushes, sprinkled in the face of the head.

Light, greasy, a little moist. People inhaled the smell of wild chrysanthemums and felt a little drunk.

Chou Zhijie's "Fog Veil Fugue" Morning fog The night fog slowly faded, the color turned white, like a flowing transparent body, the east is white. The floating veil-like mist covers Cao Yang New Village, and the buildings and trees of the new village are indistinct.

Say it has it, can not see the whole of those buildings and trees; say it does not have it, the place where the mist is open and clear, but also vaguely reveals the outline of the building and part of the tree, along with the thickness of the fog, changing colors, as if it were a mirage. Zhou Zhou "Shanghai's morning.