When my uncle came to see us, he brought us a bird. I like it very much. Ask uncle what kind of bird this is. My uncle said, "I don't know. Someone caught it in the mountains and gave it to me. "
So I gave it a name-Jojo. This is because it is always chirping. It looks really cute, with light green hair on its back and dark green patterns on its hard wings. Green is as light as grass and as deep as pine needles. Its belly is pure white hair, loose and soft, like mother's big scarf. These hairs are beautiful. Somehow, they look a little messy. They are chattering as if they had experienced a fierce battle. ...
My family also likes chirping very much. Father weaves a small cage with bamboo strips, and mother grabs a handful of millet that doesn't benefit Sichuanese on weekdays. Careful Eiko took out a plastic bowl the size of Xinger, which she played when she was a child, and put it in the cage. Small bowl with black characters on white background, black millet and white water.
I twittered in the cage, and it stood there motionless, with its eyes half closed and its slender legs trembling. My uncle said, "I brought this bird with a rope and tied it in a basket." After sitting in the car for so long, I didn't eat anything but rushed out of the window screaming. It's frightened. It may be all right to feed it for a few days. "I thought about it and said," By the way, it must be hungry. "I put the small bowl in front of choochoochoo and called" choochoo choo "to remember it to eat. It just looked at it with wide eyes and didn't move. I have chopsticks to point out Xiaomi, but it still doesn't move. I am in a hurry. I poked my paw with chopsticks, and suddenly I screamed twice, which scared me. It flapped its wings and knocked over the small bowl at once. The water splashed all over my face and the rice spilled all over the floor. I was so angry that I threw away the cage and sent Weibo away. Behind him came its sad cry.
The next morning, the sun shone through the curtains and it was quiet around. Suddenly, a shrill cry sounded. I screamed so miserably and loudly that my heart immediately became a small knot in one's heart. I listened carefully at once and heard another cry, ah, it was a chirp. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs without shoes. I saw a sad scene-choochoo choo's head was stuck between two bamboo sticks, and a pink tongue was exposed in her sharp mouth, but some blood was still flowing out of her mouth, and choo choo was still screaming and her voice was getting smaller and smaller. My uncle said to me, "People who live in the mountains long for freedom." I lifted the birdcage to the roof and opened the door of the birdcage. I was stunned at first, but then it carefully put its neck between the bamboo pieces. Then flap your wings, fly out of the cage and fly into the blue sky. I thought maybe it would make him happy.
Time can see the past, but I used to be a bird. It was a sunny morning, and wisps of sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the lush trees. I jumped onto the trunk with light steps and sang a gentle and touching song. The song is high and low, far and near, fluctuating, echoing in this small jungle. Several children came, and I hid behind the trunk. They hit me with stones and slingshots. I quickly flapped my wings and flew into the air at the fastest and most urgent speed, safely escaping the attacks of those children.
The next day, I went to the big tree again and found fruit under it. I'll go down to eat fruit right away. When I bite the fruit, I am trapped in a human trap. I struggled desperately and didn't hold back. Finally, he was taken away by an adult with a beard and a beer belly. He locked me in a birdcage, which is equivalent to a bird's prison. I yelled obscenity and struggled. I only heard adults say, "It's no use, bird, just be obedient and don't make any noise. I want to give you as a gift to my son! "
I still didn't listen and sent out a cry for help. "Shh, shh, shh!" "After a long phone call, I was tired and didn't respond to me. I was a little disappointed and decided to wait to be played by his children! As if paralyzed, I leaned my back against the iron fence and only heard the wooden door creak open and an 8-or 9-year-old child came in. As soon as I heard it, the child saw me as soon as he came in. He said to his father, "Oh, what a lovely bird! Is it for me? "I love it!" Adults nodded and repeatedly said, "well, I'll give it to you, as long as you like it!" " "
He came up to me and stood in front of me. I looked at him with a pair of dull, poor, tearful eyes, and he stared at me. I flapped my wings in the cage. I wanted to tell him: I want to come out and don't want to be locked up here, but he seemed to see through what I did and said to me, "In a few days, if you don't like me, I'll let you go!" I live well under his careful care these days. He asked me if I would like to stay. I still flapped my wings and said, I'm not staying. I'm leaving.
He nodded and said, "All right, I'll let you go!" "I was so happy. When it opened the cage, I flew away quickly. After a while, I thought: He loves me so much, and I want to love him too. I flew back and pecked his hand in the air. After a pause, I waved goodbye to him. Through time and space, back to 2 1 century.
The composition of the bird in the first grade is on the thickest tree, which has the most comfortable environment. Coco's family lives in a tree.
One day, naughty Coco flew out quietly without telling his parents. She is a beautiful bird with colorful patterns on her body. She flew and saw a bucket full of green paint. She looked at the green pigment, and then at her feathers, thinking, how beautiful it would be to dye my feathers green! So cocoa plopped into the bucket. Oh, help, help! Tian Mi can't swim, so she can only keep struggling. Help!
Suddenly, she grabbed the edge of the bucket and finally climbed up. Shout-Coco sighed long, but she looked at her feathers and screamed again. Originally, the beautiful Kobanawa bird became a green bird.
Cocoa was very sad, so she ran into the yellow mud and began to roll, trying to rub off the paint. But the paint is too sticky to wipe off. On the contrary, the little bluebird just now was covered with a layer of yellow mud and became a little yellow bird again.
At this moment, the tree woke up. He saw that Coco the bird was gone, and he quickly woke up his parents: wake up, wake up! Coco's gone! The tree just named father bird, mother bird and a one-day-old bird, and fell asleep with it. Just now, I was suddenly awakened by a strange thing. I found out that Coco was missing. The tree didn't have time to think about what it was, so it woke up the father and mother bird at the first time. Coco's gone!
Father and mother bird looked for cocoa everywhere, but the tree couldn't walk, so they had to wait anxiously for cocoa in the same place.
When father and mother bird were looking for cocoa, cocoa was blown away by the same naughty wind. The wind said: Coco, let's play together! I know a good place that you will like. Say that finish, the wind came to a cave with cocoa. The wind rushed Tian Mi smiled and said, what's the matter? I often come here to play. It's so fun here! Cocoa also became interested in this cave, laughing and rushing into the cave with the wind. Ahem! Ahem! Ahem! Coco the bird suffocated and fled. It turns out that this is a chimney. As soon as the wind enters, it blows black smoke and black ash.
Poor Coco has become a little blackbird again. When she got home, it happened that Father Bird and Mother Bird had just come home. Mother bird asked: Whose child are you? What's happening here? Tian Mi almost cried and sobbed, Mom, it's Tian Mi! Mother bird recognized Coco and quickly helped her to take a bath. The black smoke is washed away, the yellow mud is washed away, and the paint is not so easy to wash. Father bird brought a brush, a brush, a brush and a paint brush, but the feathers of cocoa were brushed off one by one, and it was no longer as beautiful as before.
In that dense bush, there are countless small animals, among which a bird named Lele lives happily in the forest. One day, he suddenly asked his mother, "Mom, where is Dad?" Mom looked at Lele's puzzled eyes, and her mother replied sadly, "Dad, he has gone far away." Lele asked, "When will Dad come back?" Mom said, "Dad will never come back." Lele cried and asked, "Can I see him again?" Mother said, "I will definitely see him again." Lele nodded sensibly and stopped asking.
One winter morning, a bomb woke up all the animals in the forest. My mother subconsciously held Lele to the sky. My mother said, "son, as long as you fly over that grassland and reach that forest, we will be safe." Mom leads the way, and Lele follows closely. Even if mom falls, don't stop. " Lele didn't say much, just nodded resolutely. He was so nervous that he had never seen his mother so serious.
Mother is soaring in the sky, and Lele is close behind. After a burst of gunfire, mother fell to the ground, and Lele was so scared that she forgot to promise her mother and shouted at her. Mother was dying and said to Lele, "run, son, or it will be too late!" " "After another burst of gunfire, Lele fell down. He flapped his wings and called to his mother. Her mother tried her best to bury Lele under the snow, hoping that Lele would survive.
Lele is in a coma. When he woke up again, he found that his wing was hurt. He called to his mother and never heard her voice again. She cried. He was cold and hungry and finally fainted in the snow.
When he woke up again, he felt much better. He doesn't know who it is. He put it in a beautiful nest, and his wings were bandaged. Under the close protection of pine trees, he gradually regained consciousness. At this moment, a little girl came over and picked up Lele with snow-white hands. Lele was frightened and struggled desperately. The little girl used to be a shepherdess here. The little girl fed it, and now it's in the bird's nest. Lele feels very good. She is sad that her mother left him, and he is happy that she was saved by a little girl who took care of her like a mother. Lele gradually recovered. He said goodbye to the little girl and went to the Woods. He saw that all the trees there were cut down, and Lele was homeless again.
At this time, a pupil took her to the animal sanctuary. He is very happy. He believes that there are good people in this world, so Lele lives here carefree.
After writing for five days in the first day of junior high school, the bird is still blue, pure blue, simple blue and natural blue. The sky on the roof is endless, which makes people feel comfortable. The line of sight is connected by different shapes of white clouds, only to find that the extension of the sky is blocked by big trees. Looking around, it is as beautiful, gratifying and harmonious as white clouds at dusk and rainbows after rainy days. Slowly, I feel that there is always a lack of dynamic beauty in this static state to guide us to find hope. Occasionally, I saw the exquisite works under the eaves, which made me suddenly realize that it was a bird swimming in the blue sky and singing and resting under the big tree.
Unconsciously, I actually put on layers of cotton-padded clothes. This leap-forward transformation and clever white spots in the sky have represented everything. My sister's sentence "The bird flew away again" woke me up. Looking at the mutilated big tree and dead leaves under the still blue sky, I can't help but think of beginning of spring and the sound of the morning light that once broke the silence between the school paths.
Do you remember when you didn't notice the gradual melting of ice in the river and the faint new green on the ground, which all represented the message of spring, you had heard the rambling words on telephone poles, roofs and new branches? On the day when you were covered with a quilt, you heard this voice and unconsciously understood that it was time to go in winter and spring. Birds are singing. With this sound, the story of winter has come to an end, and the story of spring has just begun, ready for colorful performances and beautiful hopes. The children have long been impatient, and the sound gives them motivation like timely rain. In a blink of an eye, the ground turned from dark to fresh, and life shook its head on the yellow land. It's getting dark, and the children are talking happily about what will happen tomorrow. The smiling face represents a hopeful tomorrow, and the pages of tomorrow have been opened in their hearts.
Walking on the muddy path, I remembered the distant songs I heard on my way to school. Through the winding alley, with the ups and downs of the sound, the body becomes light and shakes like grass, welcoming the moisture after the rain. In my mind, the students' happiness of the new day has quietly emerged, imagining interesting stories about life under the familiar and lovely faces. Empty spirit full of infinite hope, when can you fly in the rain and snow outside the window? If you arrive, remember to scream as loudly as possible. This voice will break through thousands of difficulties and reach my ears. I will welcome you with open arms like Mother Earth.
Birds crow, the moon is gone, the sun uncovers the bedding in the sky, birds crow, winter goes and spring comes, and the dawn of hope gradually spreads.
Birds often stop at our window, myna, sparrows or other unknown birds. They sometimes sing tactfully, singing to the birds on the opposite roof; Sometimes I hide under the canopy to avoid the rain and comb my wet feathers; Sometimes jumping on the windowsill, as if dancing briskly. No matter what kind of bird it is, it gives me a chance to observe them at close range, which always surprises me.
Early this morning, I heard another cry of "Ji Ji", which was not very loud. It's not myna who often comes, but other birds. Suppressing my joy, I crept to the window, gently opened a curtain in the corner and looked out of the window. Ah, it's a chicken! There is dark gray hair all over the body, and there are some apricot yellow on both sides of the sharp corners of the mouth. There are some scattered white hairs on his head, and his little feet are still shaking on the railing of the windowsill. Although this bird is not beautiful, it is really cute! Did its parents abandon it? Or did you get lost while practicing flying alone? Or did some troublemaker rob its nest? In a word, this is a poor bird.
No, the bird seems to have found me. It looks at me with round black eyes. But it seems that the eyes are not afraid and alert, but curious and helpless, just like a wronged child. I held my breath and opened my eyes for fear that it would fly away. Unexpectedly, the bird continued to comb some of its unkempt feathers and whispered. At this time, how I wish I could understand the bird's language, so that I can talk with the bird intimately and listen to its stories and grievances. Alas, it's a pity that I can't, but I want to be friends with it and help it. Oh, bird, mom cooked some corn paste this morning. Have some. I still have some corn at home. I heard it's your favorite, too. Come to my house and don't wander outside. Thinking of this, I gently opened the curtains and pushed open the screen window, hoping that the bird could fly in by itself. The bird looked at me stupefied, but flew away. However, its flying skills are really not so good, flying straight down. Where did it fly? Is it dangerous? I ran downstairs to look for it, but I couldn't find it.
Alas, the bird still doesn't trust me, no, it doesn't trust us humans! How many birds' homes have been destroyed by people who cut down indiscriminately! Now, what I want to do most is to put a big birdcage in front of the window, which contains a lot of delicious food, so that they can rest their feet and avoid the rain.
In the morning, a wonderful piano sound woke me up from my dream. With this crisp and sweet voice, I looked out of the window and saw several beautiful birds singing happily and playing freely in the Woods in front of the door. This situation makes me feel that I am in a beautiful fairy tale world. The morning with birds singing is so warm and beautiful.
I remember my grandmother told me when I was a child that there are many kinds of birds here, including swallows, magpies, kingfishers and woodpeckers. At that time, birds and humans were very good friends. There are nests built by swallows on the beams of many houses, and there are also many nests built by magpies on the trees in front of and behind the houses. Birds not only help us catch pests and protect crops and trees; He sings for us every day. Birds are singing everywhere around me. However, with the development of industrialization and the rapid construction of cities and factories, the environment of the earth has been seriously damaged. In addition, human deforestation poses an unprecedented threat to birds' homes. In addition, many people also kill birds and send them to the table, becoming high-end food for human beings. All this has done great harm to birds, making the number of birds less and less, and many birds have become extinct or endangered. The sounds of these birds may never be heard again, and their beautiful and vigorous figures may never be seen again. What a heartbreaking thing it is!
Once, birds and humans were good friends, and we lived in harmony. Now, humans are hurting their friends with irresponsible behavior.
Clever bird, you used to be the messenger of the world. In ancient times, people used your flying pigeon to pass books, which brought a lot of convenience to life. Lovely bird, you are the health guardian of our flowers and trees. A titmouse can prey on more than 200 pests a day, a magpie can kill more than 150 Dendrolimus punctatus and a woodpecker can kill more than 1000 dry frog pests a day. Happy bird, how much time have you spent with people and how many troubles have you eliminated?
Let's start from now on and protect birds together!
I hope we can have a beautiful spring again, "this morning in spring, I wake up carefree and birds are singing everywhere."
I hope we can also see the fresh sight of "two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky"
Greedy human, wake up! For a beautiful and wonderful tomorrow, for a better tomorrow in Hunan, let's work together and don't let the wonderful songs of birds become memories.
Every time I hear the crisp and sweet bird singing and see the pretty and lovely bird flying into the sky, I can't help but think of the poor gray bird, and a feeling of regret arises spontaneously.
This is something that happened this summer. On that day, the wind roared and the rain poured down, and I walked hard in the wind and rain with an umbrella. The strong wind cried and tore everything on the earth crazily. My umbrella was almost taken away by it several times, and the branches broken by the strong wind lay listlessly on the ground, looking very depressed. It has been raining, and although I am holding an umbrella, my trouser legs are still soaked. Because it rained all night, the ground was covered with puddles of different sizes. I followed my father anxiously and walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Dad urged: "hurry up, hurry up, you'll be late for school!" " "
Suddenly, I heard a faint birdsong. Looking around, I found a bird struggling in a small puddle. Its wings were wet by the rain, its feathers clung to its body tightly, and its eyes showed sad eyes. It chirps-chirps-chirps, which makes people feel sad. It looked at me silently, with begging in its eyes, as if it were asking me for help. I thought: poor bird, where is its mother? Why is it in the water? Oh, I see. A terrible storm must have made it fall from its warm nest. I'm going to save it I took a step forward, and before I reached the puddle, my father suddenly said, "Here comes the bus, get on it quickly!" " Otherwise, you will be late! "Said and pulled me into the car. My heart is in fear. Will the bird drown? No, there are so many people passing by here every day that there will be good people to save them. Thought of here, my mood is a little calmer.
When I got to the classroom, the teacher was giving a lecture, but I was absent-minded I've been thinking about that bird's desperate eyes. I silently said to the bird, "Bird, you must persist until I finish my studies. You must persist ..."
Finally, after school, I took my good friend's hand and running all the way went to save the bird, but the sight in front of me made me dumbfounded: the bird had stiffly spread its wings, pedaled its feet and looked at the blue sky, as if to throw itself into the embrace of the blue sky ... I stood there and shed tears involuntarily. I really hated myself! If I am a minute late and save the bird, it can fly freely in the blue sky! If the teacher knew that I was late because I saved the bird, she wouldn't criticize me ...
We cried and buried the bird on a small soil slope. I hope birds can fly freely in heaven! Sorry, bird!
I am a bird. I want to fly, but I can't fly high. I'm looking for a clean place, but this requirement can't be met! This is not a simple song! ! This is my true portrayal! I can't find my home!
My home is the forest. Once upon a time, it was a paradise on earth that everyone yearned for, with lush vegetation, flowers and plants everywhere, birds and flowers singing, and human beings could play happily here. At that time, how harmonious man and nature were, forests were products, and people were consumers and helpers. But what about now? Humans have been carried away by all the honors, wantonly cutting down trees and killing creatures. Many of my sisters have been killed by humans. Now all the trees in the forest have become crowns with uneven knees. I lost my lovely home, and I can't sing those beautiful folk songs anymore. Human, will you be happy?
I wandered around, flew to a luxury villa and landed on their platform to bask in the sun. Wow! Sunbathing is really comfortable! ! Suddenly, when the door opened, I was startled and ready to fly away, but when I saw a teenage girl, I was relieved, because in my impression, children nowadays are very kind. So I continued to enjoy my sunbathing. Unexpectedly, after a while, the girl took out an iron broom from the room and quietly came to me. I suddenly turned around and saw a white thing coming towards me. I was surprised and flew away. Alas, I didn't expect people to be so vicious now, even children! Pathetic! !
I had a narrow escape, so I flew to the sky to get some fresh air. I didn't expect my grandfather in the sky to be black and blue all over, and there were dark clouds, so it wouldn't rain heavily. It's just that human car exhaust pollutes the environment, which contains a lot of chlorofluorocarbons, and those gases are thrown into the air and directly enter the atmosphere. Those dark clouds are their masterpieces. I am suffocating, so I have to fly back to the lithosphere!
I fell by a stream, ready to drink water, but I didn't know it. When I saw it, I was startled, and even my sister in the stream was dying. I quickly asked her what it was. Although she was weak, she was indignant when she talked about it. She said it was polluted by carbon dioxide gas emitted by the factory. Yes, they use swords-waste water and waste-to destroy nature! There are more and more factories, but fewer forests and trees, which not only hurts nature and us, but also hurts human beings themselves!
Humans, when will you stop fighting with us?