I am a tiny bird
I am a tiny bird that comes to this place and calls out a few times as a greeting. When you leave, look back a few times, with a little remembrance. There are laughs and tears, joy and sadness, I do not ask others to retain me, just in your most unintentional, the happiest time, I stood in the treetop head to look at you, sang fondly: "Go back to the past, try to make ......" Do you know why? That's because there was happy me here in the past. At the end of the day I left this, all the way to the horse, went to one beautiful place after another, I do not want to have to stay more, afraid of leaving nostalgia for it, and waste of time.
Seriously, I'm a fun-loving bird, now, the course added more, with more homework, less time to play, in the "bird language math book", this is proportional relationship! Until the beginning of the school year, homework to me to kill, I can not resist the momentum of it to come, only to know what is called tired, book after book, homework piled up into a small mountain, finished a book after a book, in the sea of books, my figure is getting smaller and smaller, the brain stuffed with "x = y = 25", and twelve, and eleven, and the book, and the book, and the book, and the book, and the book, and the book, and the book, and the book. ...... Oh, go away!
Sometimes I fly in the blue sky with my best friends, the clouds and the wind, as companions, to get rid of the rope of thought, to hell with them! I kissed the face of the clouds, patted the back of the wind, told them my misfortune, they comforted me: "hard day will always go, to the fruit of the hard work will know how worthwhile!
I am a small bird, let the wind's roar, the cloud's bullying, I will not retreat, gradually, I became bold, and then meet them, I will not hesitate to rush up, fight a high and low, dead or alive. I grew up, grew into an eagle, became a warrior of the blue sky. Toward higher, toward the forefront, toward the place I aspire to ......
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I am a little bird
I am a little bird, came to this place, called a few times, as a greeting. When you leave, look back a few times, with a little remembrance. There are laughs and tears, joy and sadness, I do not ask others to retain me, just in your most unintentional, the happiest time, I stood in the treetop head to look at you, sang fondly: "Go back to the past, try to make ......" Do you know why? That's because there was happy me here in the past. At the end of the day I left this, all the way to the horse, went to one beautiful place after another, I do not want to have more stay, afraid of leaving nostalgia for it, and waste of time.
Seriously, I'm a fun-loving bird, now, the course added more, with more homework, less time to play, in the "bird language math book", this is proportional relationship! Until the beginning of the school year, homework to me to kill, I can not resist the momentum of it to come, only to know what is called tired, book after book, homework piled up into a small mountain, finished a book after a book, in the sea of books, my figure is getting smaller and smaller, the brain stuffed with "x = y = 25", and twelve, and eleven, and the book, and the book, and the book, and the book, and the book, and the book, and the book, and the book. ...... Oh, go away!
Sometimes I fly in the blue sky with my best friends, the clouds and the wind, as companions, to get rid of the rope of thought, to hell with them! I kissed the face of the clouds, patted the back of the wind, told them my misfortune, they comforted me: "hard day will always go, to the fruit of the hard work will know how worthwhile!
I am a small bird, let the wind's roar, the cloud's bullying, I will not retreat, gradually, I became bold, and then meet them, I will not hesitate to rush up, fight a high and low, dead or alive. I grew up, grew into an eagle, became a warrior of the blue sky. Toward a higher place, toward the forefront, toward the place I aspire to ......
I'm a bird
I'm a bird, I want to fight the sky, spread wings and soar, get rid of the sea of questions "embrace". I have felt the call from the depths of my heart, I immediately flew to the blue sky, lightly flapping wings, thinking of my chosen goal to fly ah fly ah, tireless. I went through unremitting efforts, finally fat tender yearning place --- Egypt, I saw the Egyptian that majestic and magnificent Huff pyramid, at the same time I also saw the Nile River at night, he sparkling, reflecting the stars in the sky, the river finely caressing the bank rocks, but also as if it is faintly telling the story of the drums to come. In Egypt this barren land, although there is beautiful but can not forage to food, I had to continue to fly hungry, to find my next goal, I know, I have to go forward, perseverance in order to fly to the day of the strength, fly to the brilliant clouds. In flight I was always fighting hunger, but I could not get rid of the confusion of wanting to be a bird in a cage. I longed to be caught and well-fed. What's wrong with being a caged bird? What's wrong with being a bird in a cage? Although I can't see the world, I can live my life every day, I don't have to work hard to find food, and I don't have to fight against hunger, I just have to enjoy my life. Whether it is a bird in a cage or a free bird, they do not have so many things they do not want to do.
I am a little bird, I have my own leisure and freedom to do what I want to do. However, this is just a beautiful fantasy, real life leaves me no choice, for a better tomorrow, today I have to put in the effort.
I am a fastidious little bird, when the morning comes and the sun rises from the east, radiating a warm, soft light, I can fly freely in the sky against the bright sunshine.
I am a bird that has experienced the dust storm, I want to bring a full body of dust for people to see, to tell them that the world should not be like this, people, you should be vigilant, the world has been polluted very seriously. Then I will go to the rain sister, so that she can wash away the dust and make me beautiful again.
Suppose I am a bird that is trapped by a spider's web and saved by a little girl and kept in a cage. I would tell the little girl that I know she loves me, and I love her. I would tell her that I know she loves me from her eyes full of affection and from the food she gives me. I'm going to tell her thank you for saving me and thank you for your love.
I am a tiny bird I want to work for my country, I want to be a hardworking, diligent person! I want to live with dignity, I want to fly to my own sky belongs to my own earth, I want to fly to my world!
3. Journal, I am a little bird after readingHello, I am a little bird with colorful feathers, I live in a big and lush banyan tree.
The banyan tree I live in is located on a small island in the village of Tianma. The banyan tree is full of leaves and branches, and the leaves are piled up on top of each other without leaving any gaps, and I live in a bird's nest in the middle of the branches of the tree, and I live next to my relatives and friends. At night I played hide-and-seek with my friends. Here we are well clothed, we have food and drink, and the people here are kind-hearted, they don't catch us, and sometimes they send us rice and worms, and they don't allow anyone to catch us, and they build friendships with us.
Many years ago, I heard my ancestors say that they had also met the famous writer, Grandpa Ba Jin. I wish I could have met Grandpa Barkin too.
We love this bird base so much that we call it a bird paradise, and we love being in this world of joy.
4. If I were a bird Essay 600 WordsI am a bird that longs to fly
I am a bird that longs to fly, just as the song says: "I am a little, little, little bird, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying, flying." I'm looking forward to it, looking forward to it. Finally, one day, I grew up. Became a full-feathered, beautiful bird, I can soar in the sky. I was so happy! So I left my mother, out of the nest, with yearning, with hope, I flew in the boundless sky.
But, unluckily, I just flew out, was caught by a bird dealer, I desperately want to escape from the clutches of the bird dealer, but his hand grabbed me too tightly, I was how to fly can not fly out. So I desperately called out to my mom, but it was to no avail. Then, I was put into a cage and put into a black bag. Although I couldn't see much, however, I could feel that they were birds about my size, older than me, and even newborn chicks. They were all chattering, some said, "Whose baby is this, how poor, it's been taken in too." Some said, "It's over this time. If they are caught, they will have to wait for death." It was hard for me to hear these words. I thought to myself, "Now I am finished, I have no freedom, and I can't fly up to the sky anymore, I long to fly, I long to be free. Without freedom, I might as well die. So I began to eat and drink nothing every day. A neighboring bird saw me and asked me why I didn't eat or drink all day. I said to him, "If you don't have freedom and can't fly, you might as well die and be done with it." That bird listened to me and supported this view of mine, and he decided to come with me to wait for death, but the bird seller saw that we didn't eat food, so he hardened the food on us, and to be honest, the food wasn't as good as the worms that my mom caught for me. After a few days, there were already dozens of little birds who supported my view and joined me in the hunger strike. Our slogan was, "Better to die than to eat food."
So, we went on hunger strike together, and as we were heading to the bird market, I wrote this extinction letter. Father, mother, dear fellow birds, I am going to leave you, and before I die, the one thing I will say is: "Remember my words, a bird lives in the world to be free, to fly, to live for freedom, and to die for freedom."
Fellow students, this is a piece of the last words written by a bird dying for freedom. I think each of us when we see this article will be trembling for it. The bird would rather die because of the loss of freedom. But what about us? Can we? Can Liu Zen? The bird longs to fly, longs to be free. The bird that longed to fly and to be free died because of its freedom. And we have to cherish every day even more, every day we have to fly farther and higher than yesterday. Only in this way, the bad people can not catch you.
5. Essay If I were a small crow 150 to 200 wordsIf I were a small bird If I were a fast bird, when the morning comes and the sun rises from the east and gives out a warm, soft light, I could fly freely in the sky against the bright sunshine.
If I were a bird that had been through a sandstorm, I would show people the dust and tell them that the world shouldn't be like this, and that you should be on your guard because the world is so polluted. Then I will go to the rain sister, so that she can wash away the dust and make me beautiful again.
Suppose I am a bird that is trapped by a spider's web and saved by a little girl and kept in a cage. I would tell the little girl that I know she loves me, and that I love her too.
I would tell her that I know she loves me from the affection in her eyes and from the food she gives me. I will say to her, thank you for saving me, thank you for your love.
If I were a little bird raised in a cage by a little girl, I would like to say a word to the person who raised me and loved me, "My friend, why did you raise me alone in a cage, do you know how lonely and isolated I am? Friend, do you know? I am a bird, I have wings, I want to fly. If I were a little bird released back to nature by a little girl, I would be very happy and I would cherish this hard-won freedom.
I also want to say to the little girl, thank you for my freedom, and I will always be a good friend of mankind.
6.My favorite song " get up, people who do not want to be slaves, build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall 、、、、、、 " This is our Chinese people **** and the national anthem, the original name is Whenever we hear this song, we will recall the past of the motherland was invaded, oppressed history, the eyes of the emerging The Eight-Power Allied Forces seized Beijing to burn, kill and rob, and do no evil.
The Japs massacred in Nanking, and practiced the Three Lights policy in the anti-Japanese revolutionary base, which is even more unspeakable. At the same time also recalled the predecessors in the sword with all the invaders fight wisdom and courage, not afraid to throw their heads and spill their blood, braving enemy fire, courageous, sworn to drive the invaders, the spirit of the defense of the motherland.
Whenever we sing this song, we will think of danger in peace and quiet, and cheer up the spirit, and strive to learn scientific and cultural knowledge, in order to protect the great motherland, for the prosperity of the motherland and strong and struggle. This song song is high and exciting, motivating, firm and powerful, in the war to inspire people to unite as one, the courage to go forward, sworn to defend the motherland of the spirit.
In the study to encourage us to study hard, do not forget the shame of history, the motherland into a prosperous and powerful country. So I like this song the most.
Ah, I like this song, I like our great social country more. My favorite songMy favorite song is _"Childhood" This song is not as fast as Jay Chou's song, nor is it as energetic as S-H-E's song, it is gentle, ethereal, but whenever I think of it, an indescribable feeling rises up, it is I associate it with a lot of a lot.
"The teacher's chalk on the blackboard teeth teeth writing non-stop, waiting for the end of the class, waiting for school, waiting for my childhood ......" Listening to this pleasant song, I can not help but think of my childhood, think of my wasted time and money, but also a little bit of "young and strong", but also a little bit of "young and strong". There is really a bit of "young and strong do not try, the old man sad" flavor it! Hourly, I often do not care about learning, very playful, not moving to leave behind piles of homework and friends to go out to play, play. Also often spend before buying some useless things at that time I think, as long as the happy spend some money does not matter, but did not think of those money is how parents earn.
Although I'm not yet the "boss", but I'm not in a naive and romantic little girl who doesn't know anything, maybe I can try again, but I used to waste so much time, sometimes think about it is really some heartache! Cherishing time is cherishing life. This is a phrase that many people often hang on their lips, but who really to? Maybe many people can not really do, not to mention those of us who need to be born? But we can't really do it, but we just have to live every day, so that every day is very fulfilling. This is also one of my tips to always be optimistic, I always people should eat when to eat, should play when to play, should learn when to learn, should sleep when to sleep , put aside all the unpleasant, do not want to think about them, let nature take its course, but it is very good, is not it? The song "Childhood" not only gives me visual enjoyment, it also gives me a lot of inspiration, let me understand a lot. It also lets me know that time is not infinite, life is short but there are a lot of things to do in this short time. Therefore, I like this song, more love to listen to this song ...... it makes me can not help but think of the unintelligent childhood love to waste time I ...... my favorite song good song, popular song, classic song, there are all kinds of songs in the world. Each kind of song is a beautiful note lined up and pleasing to the eye.
Turnips and greens, each have their own favorites. I also have my favorite songs, such as "Sailor", "True Heroes", "Beijing welcomes you" and so on.
But when it comes to my favorite song, it's "South of Colorful Clouds". The first time I heard this song was in my dad's car music machine, the music CD bought not long ago.
When I first heard this song, it was as if I had come to the grassland of Xinjiang, Inner Mongolia map, the grassland is far away from the towering snow-covered mountains, a herd of antelopes in the distance, the grass under the feet exudes in the city nearly extinct flavor, the blue sky with a few white clouds floating, I immediately felt relaxed and happy, nature is so beautiful! I laughed and ran, I became relaxed, nature filtered out my little temper hidden in my heart. In the woods, I heard birds chirping in chorus, and by the Butterfly Spring, the sound of the spring's milky water pulled my mind completely into nature.
It was a long time after the song was played before I came back to my senses. I could not help but sigh, "Ah! How wonderful!" Later, after learning the name of the song, I downloaded the song on my computer, and since then this marvelous note that I never tire of hearing has often echoed in my house.
I remember one day, I complained because of more homework to do not finish, do homework more and more absent-minded, less efficient, correct rate also fell ...... mom came over to persuade me, I do not care to listen to, immersed in the world of depression. I seem to be in a small space to lock myself back inside, can not find a key to open this door, I gas myself, to the limit ...... Suddenly, as if the door opened, my heart opened up, fresh air, turquoise grass ...... The song from the The depths of my memory struggled out, for me to open the heart of the big iron door.
I actually no longer have the slightest complaint, calmly hold the pen, brush up homework. This song is my most appreciated, I was intoxicated by the sound _ "South of Colorful Clouds".
My favorite song "don't want to grow up" My favorite song "don't want to grow up" "I don't want to I don't want to don't want to grow up ...... "don't want to grow up" is one of my favorite songs. Childhood is also something I look back on.
What is childhood? Childhood is mom and dad taking their children out to play. What is childhood? Childhood is when mom and dad take their children to fly kites on the beautiful prairie.
Ah! Childhood. What an unforgettable moment, how I want to go back to childhood.
Back to childhood and and mom and dad together to the square to feed pigeons; back to childhood and mom and dad together to fly kites.
The first time I saw a child, I was in the middle of my childhood, and I was in the middle of a child's life.
An inch of time is an inch of gold, an inch of gold can't buy you an inch of time. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm not a good person! In the past, I did not cherish all this, cherish every minute, every second.
Now I want to go back to childhood, I want to be separated from the thick clouds. Even if there is a time machine is not possible, I love childhood, I love that period of time in childhood, and even more love and mom and dad to play with that period of time.
But now there is a heavy burden on me, want to go back to that period of childhood, but they were all stopped by adults, saying that now you have to study hard. I really don't want to.
7. Request a piece of the compositionI am a bird, nestled in the arms of the mother, bathed in maternal love, intoxicated. When I look up to the sky, it is the moment when I don't want to but have to, I know very well in my heart that I can't live in my mother's arms forever, I have to fight for my goal.
I am a bird, a bird with a dream in my heart. So I spread my wings and left my mother, I waved goodbye in tears. I flew out of my home, see is a magical world, colorful and vibrant. I flew in the blue sky overlooking the earth, saw the endless stream of vehicles, saw the crowd coming and going, looked at a towering building. I see the standard of living is improving, I see the economy is developing, the countryside is changing.
I am a bird, flying in the blue sky, following the flock of birds flying hither and thither; I am a bird, dancing in the bushes, following the bees and butterflies to pick nectar; I am a bird, stationed in a big tree, gazing at all things in the world.
I know how to be helpful, how time flies, and how opportunities are self-created. So I sang for the blind and for the pessimistic. I dragged the hind leg of time, tightly to keep it from leaving, yet I have retained it, and it slipped away mercilessly. I created opportunities for myself every moment, bent on the world's approval.
I am a bird, I have a dream, I soar in the vastness of the sky, playing with the white clouds to fly into the distance, because I want to find the dream, for the dream.
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8. I am a frightened bird small practice pen how to writeI remember the other day, I was writing homework, the teacher did not know when came to me, not waiting for me to react, the teacher's hand has gently fell on my head. Waiting for me to look up to see the teacher's face, she should have put her finger on my workbook. Taking a serious look, ah ah! There were a lot of typos in my writing. "No" was written as "day", "eye" was written as "and", "recognize" was written as "recognize", "recognize" was written as "recognize", "recognize" was written as "recognize", "recognize" was written as "recognize", and "recognize" was written as "recognize". "recognize" as "let". No wonder the teacher's eyebrows will be tightly locked not to stretch.
Recently, I've been a little weird, writing homework and writing a long list of misspellings. As a result, whenever the class, the most afraid of someone walking past me; writing homework, a hear footsteps, the whole person is on tenterhooks, can not be quiet to write, for fear that next to someone with sharp eyes to find out that my one and one of the wrong words. The more I did this, the more mistakes I made in my homework. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it!
In fact, not only the homework, my performance in class is also constantly regressing, back to the classroom not long ago, the teacher is talking about the knowledge of the sun, and I have no mouth to read the language book, the teacher asked me to answer the surface temperature of the sun has a few thousand degrees? I was silent, and then I thought about it, I just had to blurt out a 3,000 degrees, the classmates listened to the laughter, said in unison: twice as much! At this point, I was so ashamed that I couldn't stand it. Since then, the classroom a small hand rarely have my hand. I thought: in case I am wrong, it will not be another joke.
This semester, what they do is fearful. I was afraid that the teacher would call my name in class, and I was afraid to see the way the teacher would come up to me while I was doing my homework and tighten her frown when she saw my book.
Yes, as my friend said, the best way to describe myself is to say that I'm scared to death!
9. Propositional essay "I am a bird that wants to fly"I am a bird that wants to fly
By Luohe Yucai Middle School, Henan Province, Wei Shuiqing
I'm a tiny lark, I wasn't born in a beautiful forest, I was born with my mother living in a delicate cage. The owner of the cage is an old grandfather with gray hair, and every day he hangs the cage on a balcony so that I can have a chance to see the wider world. Opposite the balcony was a big tree, on the tree often flew over some small birds, they were very happy, often said hello to me, rested enough, then went to the blue sky to fly for a while. I am very envious, always hope that one day, I can also fly free.
The old grandpa's home there is another child, he is lying on the table all day, I do not know what to write. Although he could run around freely, he often stood on the balcony, and I saw the same look in his eyes as mine.
One day, when the child was alone in the house, he suddenly went to the cage and looked at me and said, "Little larks, I know you long to be free, and I do too. You can't stay here for the rest of your lives. Mom, Dad and Grandpa aren't home today, so I'm going to set you free." After saying that, he really opened the birdcage, and said kindly to my mom and me, "When you are free, don't forget me."
My mom and I shook our feathers and felt refreshed. Flying out of the balcony, rushed up to the blue sky. Ah! The sky was so blue, the air was so fresh, the trees were so green, and everything was so beautiful. The birds in the woods all came to congratulate us when they heard my cries, singing and dancing for us. It was really happy.
Early in the morning, I welcomed the sunrise and drank the crystal dew, and in the evening, I flew back to our home at the sound of my mother's shouts. I thought such days would go on forever. But one day, I was caught in a net when I went out to catch bugs.
I was put back in the cage and an equally melancholy child became my new master.
I was listless all day, staring blankly at the sky, I missed the beautiful woods, I missed my mom. I thought I could be let out again, because I saw that same familiar look in this child's eyes - the look of longing for freedom.
But I was wrong, and this was a strange, withdrawn child who had no kindness in his eyes. He secretly broke the family piano, hid his school bag, and said to me viciously, "If you can't sing anymore, beware I'll cook you and eat you."
A pang of sadness came over me, when can I fly into the blue sky again?
10. 2016 New Year's Party song "I am a little bird""I am a little bird"
Sometimes I feel like a little bird
I want to fly, but I can't fly high enough
Maybe one day I'll go up to a branch, but I'll become a target for hunters
I'll fly up to the sky, but I'll realize I have no one to turn to
Every time I come to the airport, I'll see a little bird, and I'll see a little bird. p>
I can't sleep in the quiet of the night
I wonder if I'm the only one whose tomorrow isn't getting better
Who knows what the future holds
Is happiness just a myth that I'll never find
I'm a tiny, tiny, tiny bird
I've tried to fly but I can't get high enough
I've searched and searched and searched and searched and searched and searched and searched and searched and searched and searched and searched and searched and searched and searched.
Is this too much to ask
I'm a little, little, little bird
I want to fly but I can't fly high enough
I'm looking for a warm embrace
Is this too much to ask
Is this too much to ask
Is this too much to ask
Is this too much to ask?