How to write the ending of the story between me and the animals?

⑴ How to write the ending of the animal story

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⑵ Write the end of a touching story about animals

Touching stories about animals

A housewife is preparing to fry several eels at a time as a dish for dinner vegetable. She put the large and small eels she bought into the water and sprinkled them with salt (which can make the fish vomit out the dirt in their stomachs. After the fish was soaked in salted fresh water, their whole bodies would convulse and their stomachs would continue to bulge. spit out the contents inside).

After a while, these fish almost vomited all the dirt in their stomachs. Start frying them one by one in the oil pan. The fried eels always struggle painfully in the oil pan until they die. When a big eel was exploded, the eel did not struggle like other eels. Instead, it rushed down with its head and stood up with its tail upward.

The housewife was stunned by the sight in front of her. She fished out the big eel, cut open its belly, and found that there were still little eels jumping around alive.

Postscript: For the big eel, the little eel is not necessarily its child. It still swallowed it painfully in the salt water, and in a hot oil pan with several nets, it fought tooth and nail to protect the little eel. This is the true love between animals...

The Story of the Scorpion

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There are many insects in an insect laboratory, including a pair of scorpions in a laboratory dish.

One day, the female scorpion died for unknown reasons. The experimenter took out the female scorpion and made it into a specimen.

From then on, the male scorpion began a hunger strike and was listless all day long. Finally, two weeks later, he committed suicide by piercing his stinger into his own cartilage.

Postscript: Male scorpions have great affection for female scorpions. According to research, male scorpions go on hunger strike because they are too fat at first and their stingers cannot reach the cartilage. The purpose of the hunger strike is to lose weight and then commit suicide.

The feats of animal mothers

Maternal love, whether human or animal, is the same, enough to move the world and make the rivers pale!

As for the maternal love of animals, it makes a ruthless hunter repent and makes a cold-hearted fisherman stop evil and do good. I have seen a lot.

A hunter in a mountainous area in Hubei once went hunting and did not encounter a prey for many days, so he was filled with anger. At noon, he suddenly spotted a fat antelope walking on the hillside not far away. The hunter was excited for a while, picked up his gun, quietly approached the antelope, and then took aim...

At this time, the antelope had obviously discovered the hunter, but she did not run away, but fluttered towards the hunter. Kneel down. The hunter was stunned because he had never seen such a scene before. But the murderous hunter could not think too much and still pulled the trigger...

The beautiful and kind-hearted antelope fell to the ground. The hunter rushed up and discovered that it was an antelope mother who was about to give birth. For the sake of her child, she knelt down to the enemy and begged for mercy; when disaster inevitably struck, she still blocked the evil bullet with her head and let her The child suffers less...

The hunter cried. He buried the bodies of the antelope mother and her son on the hillside, as well as his beloved shotgun, and then walked towards the temple on the other side of the mountain...

Similar things also happened in my hometown - which is not far away from the mountain. The Yellow Sea is very close, so eating fish is commonplace.

Once, a fellow villager bought some live catfish from the market and boiled them alive in a big pot as usual. He watched the fish jumping wildly in the boiling water, desperately leaning out. Turn around and take a big breath of air. At this time, he poured the seasoning into the fish's mouths... Human appetite actually creates such cruel torture. No wonder there are so many torture instruments and sinners in hell.

But one of the fish was different. She did not struggle or instinctively poke her head out of the water. Instead, she put her head and tail on the bottom of the hot pot and tried her best to keep her belly out of the water...

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The fellow villager observed all this curiously and felt very puzzled.

He tried to use chopsticks to help the catfish that was asking for trouble to bring its head out of the water, but she quickly returned to her original position - the water gradually rolled away, and the catfish's head and tail had been heated by the high temperature. The iron pot was burnt to a crisp, but my stomach was basically unchanged.

After taking the fish out of the pot, the fellow couldn't wait to cut open the "stupid fish" first, wanting to see what was "wrong" with her. The snow-white belly opened like a curtain, revealing balls of fish roe as transparent as rice grains...

The heroic female fish, the great maternal love!

The whole family was dumbfounded. They did not dare to take a bite of the pot of fish, but sent it into the sea like a funeral...

The news spread, and the villagers were amazed. , some even lamented. Since then, the practice of cooking live fish has disappeared.

I often wonder, am I one of the little creatures who survived death under the protection of maternal love? It's really hard to say. Because we have been reincarnated for countless eons in the six realms of reincarnation, with bones like mountains and tears like seas. All men have been my father, and all women have been my mother; I have been born from him, and I have been thinking of him all my life. The Buddha said that all living beings are the parents of the past and the Buddhas of the future. There should be no doubt about it!

Think about it, if I don’t make up my mind to break out of the three realms in this life, I will inevitably follow the flow of my karma and fall into the evil path, causing all the Buddhas and parents to suffer for me again. How can I bear it? !

Since I am lucky enough to have a human body in this life, I am lucky enough to hear the Dharma, and encounter the Pure Land. It is easy to travel and easy to go. The loving fathers of both lands protect and guide me. If we no longer uphold the precepts and recite the Buddha's name, be reborn in the Pure Land, eventually become a Buddha, and live our lives to repay our kindness, wouldn't it mean that we have lived in vain and are worse than animals? !

Thinking about it, it hurts!

Namo Amitabha!

3. Panling Flying Crossing

I once saw an extremely tragic death. It was that death that deeply shocked me. From then on, I vowed not to hurt anyone again. A tiny life...

It was during a hunt for antelope. The antelope, also known as the green sheep, looks like a domestic goat and is good at jumping. Each adult antelope weighs about 30 kilograms and has a docile temperament. It is the favorite animal of hunters.

That time, our hunting team tightly intercepted and forced a group of more than 60 antelopes onto the Death Rock in Brown Mountain, trying to force them off the rock and fall to death to avoid wasting bullets.

After about 30 minutes of stalemate, a large male antelope suddenly roared, and the entire antelope group quickly divided into two groups; the old antelopes were in one group, and the young antelopes were in one group. I can see it clearly, but I can't figure out why they are divided into two groups according to age?

At this time, a male antelope walked out from the old antelope group. The hair on this panther's neck reaches to its chest, its face is wrinkled, and its two horns are incomplete. You can tell it is very old at first glance. It walked out of the queue and said "baa" to the group of young antelopes, and a half-grown antelope came out in response. I saw two panthers, an old one and a young one, walking to the edge of the dead rock and then taking a few steps back. Suddenly, the little antelope started galloping forward, and at about the same time, the old antelope also raised its hooves and started running quickly. The little panther ran to the edge of the cliff, jumped towards the other side of the mountain stream. My husband, the panther, followed closely behind, and with a flick of his head, he also jumped out of the cliff. The old man and the young man jumped at slightly different times, and the amplitude of the jump was also slightly different. The angle of the husband's antelope was slightly lower, which meant that one was in front of the other, one was high and the other was low. I was surprised and thought, does suicide also require pairing up and having sex one on one? Because unless they have wings, it is absolutely impossible for these two antelopes to jump to the rock on the opposite side.

Sure enough, the little panther only jumped to a distance of about four or five meters, and then its body began to fall, drawing a terrifying arc in the air. I thought that in a few seconds at most, it would inevitably fall into the abyss. Suddenly, a miracle happened. With his skillful jumping skills, the husband's body appeared under the hooves of the little antelope at the moment it landed. The old antelope grasped the timing very accurately. When its body appeared under the hooves of the young antelope, it was just at the highest point of the jumping arc. Just like two spaceships docking in the air, the four hooves of the little antelope kicked hard on the back of the old antelope. As if with the help of a springboard, it took off twice in the air, and its fallen body miraculously rose again. High, get new life.

As for the old panther, it is like the remains of a rocket that has run out of fuel, automatically breaking away from the spacecraft.

No, it was even more tragic than the rocket shell. Under the fierce kick of the little panther, it fell straight down like a bird whose wings were suddenly broken. However, although the little panther's second jump was far less powerful than the first, and the height was only half of the jump from the ground, it was enough to cross the remaining two meters. In an instant, I saw the little panther land lightly on the opposite mountain peak, screamed "baa" excitedly, and disappeared behind the rock.

The Explorer’s test jump was successful!

Immediately afterwards, pairs of antelopes jumped into the air, and dazzling arcs were drawn over the mountain stream. One after another, the small antelopes flew over the cliff, and the phoenixes were nirvana. Only an old antelope sacrificed his life for justice, and his life was cut off in the empty valley...

I never thought that at the critical moment when the whole family was facing extinction, the antelopes could actually come up with a way to win over the family by sacrificing half to save the other half. chance of survival. I never thought that the old antelopes would face death so calmly, even if they were smashed to pieces, they were still willing to do so, because they used their lives to open a way for the next generation to survive.

As a human being, I feel ashamed.

4. Maternal love for all living beings

We often say, "The hearts of parents in the world are pitiful." This probably refers specifically to human beings, but all living beings under the blue sky include all kinds of Birds, beasts, insects, fish, which one doesn’t have the heart of a parent and the love of a child? But we humans turn a blind eye and kill the parents of animals to feed humans; we invade the living space of animals to satisfy our own selfish desires. Where is the justice? Where is the conscience? Recently, I participated in a program of CCTV's "Visual" column and expressed my emotions about this topic vividly in the studio. The host, who was good at speaking out loud, was thoughtful and speechless. Why? It was probably these pitiful and sad stories about the family affection between birds and beasts that deeply touched her heart.

When a hunter was chasing a Tibetan antelope, he forced the antelope toward a cliff, leaving it cornered. Suddenly, the Tibetan antelope stopped running, turned back and knelt down facing the hunter. "Strange, animals can still survive?" the hunter thought, but he did not feel compassion for this, and still raised his gun to kill the Tibetan antelope that was close at hand.

After dragging the prey back to his residence, the hunter discovered during an autopsy that there was a fetus in the antelope's belly. The hunter was stunned: "This is a mother who is about to give birth! No wonder she knelt down and begged for mercy. It turned out to be to save the child's life!" The hunter's hard-hearted heart was moved, "*** What? It's really worse than a beast!" Finally , the hunter throws away his shotgun and washes his hands in the golden basin.

Maternal love is equally great, regardless of species or region. In the African savanna, an explorer once encountered a cheetah. They fought with each other in an inextricable way, and both sides suffered heavy losses. Finally, the explorer stuffed his fist into the cheetah's mouth and suffocated the cheetah to death. The explorer climbed up with difficulty and watched the cheetah, which was unable to move even though its eyes were wide open, staggering back to the camp with injuries all over its body.

He found his assistants to help carry the cheetah's body, but when they returned to the scene of the incident, they were surprised to find that the cheetah was missing. They followed the blood trail to a big tree and saw an animal nest under the roots of the tree. The cheetah was inside, and its beautiful leopard prints were clearly visible. They tinkered for a long time, but nothing happened. It turned out that the cheetah was dead. When they pulled the dead cheetah out, they were all stunned. It turned out that behind the mother leopard, there were two blind cubs waiting for feeding. At this time, the explorers understood that the reason why the cheetah refused to die with eyes closed was because it could not let go of its children. As for the reason why the cheetah returned to the den with a seriously injured and dying body, it was to feed the two hungry children with the last mouthful of milk!

Tiger poison will not eat its children, but a mother loves all living beings!

However, compared with animals, how noble is our humanity? Sometimes, even entering an animal's territory without malicious intent can cause harm to the animal, let alone intentional killing. Not long ago, I heard a sad story about rhinos told by a colleague in India: a tourist met two rhinos, a big one and a big one, while riding an elephant in the forest. In order to get a better viewing effect, tourists drove the elephant up to the middle of the two rhinos. Unexpectedly, the mother rhinoceros became furious because she could not see the baby rhino and rushed towards the elephant. To protect the tourists, the security guard shot and killed the female rhinoceros. The tourists were unharmed. However, from then on, the world lost a mother and gained an orphan.

Currently, the only artificially raised white-tip dolphin is called "Qiqi", a male. He has lived alone and alone at the Wuhan Institute of Aquatic Zoology for more than 20 years. Qiqi was caught by Hubei fishermen in Dongting Lake on January 12, 1980. He still has deep scars on his forehead from being caught on the shore by a large iron hook. In order to find a mate for him, kind-hearted humans captured a female baby dolphin named "Zhenzhen" in 1996. Unfortunately, he died of depression within six months.

Three dolphins were captured at that time. One of them was thought to be a female and was released. Unexpectedly, they were a family of dolphins and the mother was released. The next day it was still spinning and whining. The two captured were a father and a daughter. The daughter was young and frail and sank repeatedly. The father was afraid that the daughter would suffocate to death, so he tried his best to lift her up. In the end, he died of exhaustion. "Zhenzhen", who had just lost her mother and then her father in the blink of an eye, lived alone for a few months before being "forced into marriage" and taken to Qiqi's pool. She became depressed and became ill, and soon died of illness. Today, "Qiqi" is old and still alone.

When humans encounter misfortune, they often blame others and do not know who to blame for the suffering of animals.

"A ruthless person may not be a true hero. How can a pity for a child not be a husband? Do you know that those who stir up the wind and roar will look smaller than Tutu when they look back." This is a poem by Lu Xun. "Yu Rabbit" is a tiger, even if it is a tiger. A tiger roaring in the wind has no shortage of pity for its son, let alone birds, let alone humans! People's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and morals are corrupted, not just the ecology. In many aspects, the ancients were superior to today's people. The things that everyone is accustomed to, such as keeping wild birds in cages, eating game, killing animals, and hunting, have long been criticized by ancient sages. But now, we still talk about shark fins, bird's nests, etc., but who knows, the shark fins are the fins of sharks, that is, their limbs; bird's nests are nests built by swiftlets with their saliva to feed their offspring. If you want, you have to cut off someone's arms and their offspring. What virtue is there?

Bai Juyi, the great poet of the Tang Dynasty, left us a poem with pearls and pearls, which can be said to be profound: "Who said that the lives of all living things are as small as flesh and bones and skin. I advise you not to kill birds on branches. In the nest, looking forward to the return of mother."

In the 1950s, there was an old hunter in northern Tibet. He haunted the depths of the northern Tibetan Plateau with his magical marksmanship. One day, the old hunter suddenly saw a fat and strong Tibetan antelope standing on the grassy slope two steps away. He raised his gun and took aim. Strangely, the fat Tibetan antelope did not run away, but looked at him with pleading eyes, then took two steps towards him, and knelt down with a plop on its two front legs. At the same time, two long lines of tears were seen flowing from the eyes of the Tibetan antelope. The old hunter's heart softened, and his hand on the trigger couldn't help but relax. But he is a hunter, so it is reasonable not to be moved by the compassion of the Tibetan antelope. As soon as he closed his eyes, the trigger moved under his finger, the gunshot rang out, and the Tibetan antelope fell to the ground. After it fell to the ground, it was still in a kneeling position, with two lines of tears clearly visible in its eyes. That day, the old hunter did not immediately disembowel and skin the Tibetan antelope that he had hunted. The Tibetan antelope kneeling before him always appeared in front of his eyes. He was a little confused. Why did the Tibetan antelope kneel down? The next day, the old hunter disembowelled the Tibetan antelope and skinned it with anxiety. It turned out that in the Tibetan antelope's womb, there was a small Tibetan antelope lying quietly. It had already taken shape and was naturally dead. At this time, the old hunter finally understood why the Tibetan antelope bent its heavy body and knelt down to him. It was begging the hunter to save his life in order to preserve the life of the little Tibetan antelope in his belly! The old hunter dug a hole on the hillside and buried the Tibetan antelope and its unborn child. Buried at the same time was his twig gun.

Since then, the old hunter disappeared on the northern Tibetan Plateau, and no one knows his whereabouts...

⑶ The end of the touching story of man and animals

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⑷ A 600-word essay on the story between me and animals (with a good beginning and end)

My story with small animals

My hometown is located by a big river, with gurgling water, remoteness and tranquility. There are my closest family members, my grandma. And the white cat Dafa who has been with her for most of her life. Every summer vacation, I would go to my grandma’s house to spend the hot summer days. By the cool river, my lazy fat body and my jumping figure formed a unique landscape.

How old is Da Fei? I can’t explain this question. I only know that Da Fei has been an inherent member of my grandma’s family for as long as I can remember. It’s just that Da Fei was not Da Fei at that time. It's just a small snowball.

My grandma’s big white cat was named Da Fei entirely because of its fat body. Big Fat is very good at eating, and he is never picky about food. He will eat whatever his grandma eats. At the same time, he also loves to eat. As long as you lure him with food, he will do anything. I remember that when Da Fei and I first met, Da Fei didn't give me any face. No matter how hard or soft I tried, I couldn't get close to it. Just when I decided to take a break and take a big bite of the dried fish. At this moment, Big Fat suddenly walked towards me slowly with her elegant steps, and did something that even surprised me: she kept rubbing against my legs and acting coquettishly. Finally, after my grandma’s explanation, I suddenly realized that the best tactic to conquer Big Fat is the gourmet plan. So under the temptation of delicious food, my relationship with Big Fat became closer and closer.

This gluttonous and lazy white cat is my favorite big fat cat. Although it has some shortcomings, its cute temperament is my favorite

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⑸ The end of the true love story between animals

Animals are our friends, we should not hurt them!

⑹ Use animals to make up the beginning and end of a fairy tale. How to open and end it?

Fairy tales are like rainbows after the rain, adding new meaning to life after sadness and grief. Color; fairy tales are like the keys of a piano, adding poetry and beautiful passages to the comfortable and comfortable days; fairy tales are like the spices of life, weaving their own flavor in the busy and unremarkable life Cross talk jokes..., the wind blows across the river, and the ripples on the river are swaying; the rain falls on the river bank, and the grass on the river bank is green; the snow floats on the river, and the river is covered with snow. This story takes place here...

( Beginning) If it is a love fairy tale, it should be:

From then on, they lived a happy life... [Make the ending more beautiful.]

If it is Other types of fairy tales should also have a happy ending, because fairy tales give people a kind of beautiful yearning, not cruel reality.

It is more gorgeous. It gives people a feeling of yearning. .

Fantasy about a perfect life and pursue perfection too much, but always ignore, intentionally or unintentionally, that the real world is not perfect. (End)

⑺ The beginning and end of the story between me and the little animals.

.My puppy and I

How much I miss my inseparable "good partner" - Jia Jia

Jia Jia is a cute little puppy A dog. It has a pair of bright big eyes embedded in its round head, and it is covered with a brown dress. Ha! Not to mention how cute it is.

Looking back on the past, at that time, my family and I were all So happy, so happy. Every morning, after I wash up and have breakfast, I happily go to school. Every time, my family always follows me all the way, as if they are protecting me. Until I arrive at the station, until I am safe Get in the car, until the car speeds on the road, until the car disappears from the family's sight, it will not go home.

Every time I come home from school, when I get off the car, I can always see the familiar faces of every family. It always ran towards me with its little head hanging out and its fluffy little tail wagging. Then, the two of us jumped and jumped all the way home happily.

However, During the summer vacation last year, my family left me forever and went to the beautiful and peaceful paradise.

That day, the hot sun was mercilessly scorching the earth. At 40 degrees Celsius Under the high temperature, my parents and I were blowing on the air conditioner and watching TV at home. As I watched, I thought of every family. I thought, on such a hot day, every family must be too hot! I ran downstairs with a clanking sound. I went to see it. As I expected, it couldn't stand the heat anymore. It exposed its long tongue and was breathing heavily. I couldn't carry it into the air-conditioned room and blow on the air conditioner. I had no choice but to let it go. It took a cold bath. There is a small pond in my house, the water is not deep, and Jiajia used to play with me here. I picked up Jiajia, came to the edge of the pond, and gently put it in. But I As soon as I let go, I heard Jiajia scream. Then, I watched it stiffen and sink. I panicked, shouting loudly for adults, and tried to fish Jiajia up with a stick. Grandpa and uncle were the first to arrive. As soon as my uncle saw it, he took the stick in my hand, and while using the stick to slowly lift everyone up, he shouted: "Turn off the electricity, turn off the water pump." I didn't understand until I realized it. .It turns out that when I visited Jiajia into the pool, the water pump at the bottom of the pool was working, and water is a very conductive object. I looked at the body of my dear Jiajia, and my eyes were moist. I regretted it so much. Yeah. If only it wasn't summer then; if only the water pumps didn't work; if only water couldn't conduct electricity but was an insulator; if only every family could open their eyes and run and play with me. But everything is useless. It was impossible, everything had already happened. Later, my father and grandma buried Jiajia in the garden where he loved playing with me most during his lifetime.

Just like that, Jiajia just lost his head. He left me. How much I want to see Jiajia now, how much I want it to protect me all the way to the station, how much I want to see it running towards me as soon as I get off the bus.

Ah !Jiajia, I want to say to you: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was really wrong, the little master was really wrong! Did you hear it? The little master was wrong!"

⑻ Write The ending of the emotional story between me and animals

Title. Ending with a bang. I am sorry for Xiao Huang, and even more sorry for my own conscience.

⑼ The beginning and end of the composition of the story between me and animals

The ant is indeed very small, but it can lift objects several times larger than itself. How amazing this is! Not to mention, ants also have many unexpected special abilities, such as transmitting information with their tentacles. But what I want to introduce here is the spirit of unity among ants. I think ants can give us some inspiration, and some people may change their views on little ants! Now, let me first describe an ordinary and trivial thing that I witnessed with my own eyes!

I remember it was a hot summer, and I saw a big beetle being bitten tightly by two small ants under a big tree. However, the power gap was too great. The two small ants had to deal with this "behemoth" in front of them. "Obviously, it's an egg hitting a rock." In this case, one ant touched another ant with its tentacles, and then hurriedly left the "battlefield". The other ant understood and continued to fight the big beetle tenaciously. What did the little ant do? It turned out that he went to move reinforcements. I saw him coming under a big rock not far from the big beetle. After a while, groups and groups of ants were like well-disciplined soldiers, running towards the "battlefield" one by one with neat and powerful steps. .

When they arrived at the "battlefield", the little ant that had been fighting the beetle was already dying. At this time, I saw the "ant troops" suddenly rushing forward like a tide, as if someone had ordered them. The big beetle panicked under this fierce attack. The ants are really good. They all fought bravely on the "battlefield". No one flinched or retreated. The thick black layer was full of ants. The ant warriors vented their feelings on the enemy without any worries. until the beetle could no longer struggle. The ant warriors finally won. After the war, they buried their fallen companions and walked away with neat and firm steps. Look, this is the power of collective, this is the power of unity!

From the above little incident, can’t you see the truth that “unity is strength”? Don’t you still applaud the fearless spirit of the ant warriors? They are animals with such noble qualities! They are indeed my favorite animals. It is true that I love them, but I love their tenacity and unyielding spirit even more!