A 400-word essay describing rural chicken flocks

1. A 400-word essay on rural life: Feeding chickens

During the May Day holiday, my parents and I went back to our hometown to visit my grandpa. On the way I saw a group of chickens foraging for food. This reminds me of my grandpa’s chicken coop. There are so many chickens in it! But how to feed the chickens? So, I became very interested in feeding chickens.

As soon as I got home, I asked my grandpa to ask me to feed the chickens. Without saying anything, my grandpa took me to the neighbor's house. I saw a child feeding the chickens. I watched it for a long time and finally figured out how to feed chickens. I ran home quickly, filled a bowl of millet, which was dry food, and mixed the cabbage and feed evenly. The preparations are done, I'm going to feed the chickens!

When we arrived at the chicken pen, the chickens saw me and kept croaking, as if they wanted to know that I had brought them a "delicious meal", and welcomed me.

I first imitated the neighbor's children and let the chickens out, and then sprinkled the millet on the ground. The rooster saw it and ran over quickly to grab food. The hens and chicks were not to be outdone, and also Rushed forward. In less than a while, I finished eating a bowl full of millet, followed by the staple food. Since the staple food was mixed, it had to be poured into the chicken bowl. I drove the chicken into the chicken pen and put the food in.

Into the food bowl. The rooster didn't seem to be full yet, so he rushed to eat again and almost pecked my hand. Seeing them eating so happily makes me feel very comfortable. To be honest, it’s really tiring!

One day goes by in the blink of an eye. Feeding chickens is so fun this time! Through this chicken feeding, I realized that people in the countryside are not so leisurely and comfortable, but seem to be busier than us city dwellers, and such young children have to feed chickens. It is really "working in the fields all day and all night". Ji Ma, every child in the village is in charge of his own family. "So we should not look down on the country people. Without their hard work, there would be no food and drink for us!" 2. A 400-word essay about going deep into the countryside

It really makes me angry! Suddenly, I called this little baby in my hand, and then pointed to this little rabbit with red spots on its body! Compared to the city! Then, I followed my cousin to the rabbit cage. It was better not to mess with the hens. The air in the countryside was so good. On the first day of the new year, I sprinkled the rice on the ground. I picked up a little rabbit and suddenly saw it. There was a little red on my forehead. I felt puzzled at first, and my hand hurt badly. I really wanted to catch one to play with, but when I came to my aunt’s house, I saw the one in front of the door. When I saw the crystal clear stream gurgling and the group of chickens eating, I couldn't help but feel tired and the ice melted away.

I walked into the farmyard; 700 words This afternoon, my cousin and I came to Anxi. After more than two hours of driving, I was exhausted. I asked my cousin for some rice, pecked my hand hard, and caught the chick. Unexpectedly, the cries of the chick made the hen not bother to peck, so I boldly walked over and picked up the chick with my hand. Just as I reached forward to grab the chicken's feet, I thought I was done. When I saw a group of chickens grabbing for food, I couldn't help but take advantage of it. With lightning speed, I was pecked until I was swollen. The love between mother and child was so deep that I "caught the chicken and lost a handful of rice." She told me that this was a mark for the rabbit. When I came to the chicken pen, the hen and the chicks walked away as expected. I walked quietly. I walked to a chick farthest away from the hen. I saw the right moment and ran in the water, letting the stream splash all over me. It was so refreshing. I stepped into the stream with my feet and the cold water splashed across my body. The coldness on my feet immediately washed away the heat and fatigue all over my body. My aunt and the others were busy picking tea leaves. I put down my luggage and came to the yard. Walking around me, I saw the group of lively chickens. , flapped his wings and flew over. I learned from my experience and took advantage of him. Although he was older than his younger siblings, I heard that he was often bullied by his younger siblings.

At this time, there was also a little black rabbit named Xiaolu. He was the eldest among all the rabbits. I thought it was bleeding, but when I touched it, the fur was very soft and there was no trace of blood. I I had no choice but to ask my cousin. The beautiful mountains and clear waters here made me so beautiful. A group of chicks were led by a hen. Unexpectedly, the hen pounced forward regardless of her own safety. 3. An essay describing "I Love Chickens", 350 words, urgent

Cute Chickens

My family has a group of cute chickens, and I love my chickens .

The chicks are cute and beautiful. They are furry, like little pom-poms. The eyes are black and bright, like two twinkling little stars.

The beaks are pointed, and pecking them is not painful, and it is itchy, chirping, and their calls are clear and sweet. The small and exquisite ears are hidden in the down and cannot be found without careful observation. The claws are very small, but they can run very fast.

Whenever the chicken kept chirping, grandma would scatter the rice, and the chicken would run over quickly and rush to eat it. Some chickens ate hungrily and almost choked; some chickens ate politely, and some squawked while eating, as if to say; "Thank you, grandma, this rice is so delicious, do you want to try it?" ,''After a while, the chickens walked away one after another when they were full of food and drink. Look, the little chicken is looking around, as if admiring the scenery. The little black chicken is walking around slowly, like a gentle gentleman. The little flower chicken is lying lazily, basking in the sun, closing his eyes and relaxing. Some chickens chase and play as if they are playing a game.

I like my group of cute, beautiful, and naughty chicks. 4. A 400-word essay about a rooster should describe the rooster’s appearance, catching food, playing, hunting, and eating

An essay about a rooster. Grandma’s family raised a group of chickens, including roosters and hens. Those roosters They are so beautiful. Their feathers are red, yellow, and orange. They seem to have concentrated all the colors of the clouds in the sky on their bodies, as if they are wearing a gorgeous dress with a headband. Wearing a bright red top hat, it seems that you are going to a grand party. Roosters are common poultry in rural areas. They are very hardworking. They wake up sleeping people with loud crows every morning, as if to say: "Get up quickly, hurry up." Get up early, go to bed early and get up early to be healthy." Roosters are more delicious, and they feel like they are not full every day. Sometimes when they don't eat food, they will "cluck" around you and scream until we give them to you. It eats until it eats. If it sees a pile of straw in the distance, it will fly away, lift up its two legs, and scratch wildly for a while, leaving dust behind it flying, but still nothing. In the end, it can only come back dejected. Alas, it is really He is a greedy guy. The funniest thing is the rooster fight. Once, the neighbor's rooster came into my backyard without knowing when. When he saw the chicken food, he ran up and ate it. This made my family's chickens eat. The chicken was so angry that it stared, stretched its neck, raised its hair, screamed strangely, flapped its wings, flew in front of the rooster, and pricked it with its beak. The rooster showed no signs of weakness and also used its beak to prick it. Think about it. After several rounds, the rooster finally lost the battle and stumbled away. But my chicken walked in circles in the yard with a victor's attitude, as majestic as a victorious general. This is my home The rooster is hard-working, greedy and aggressive. It brings me infinite joy.

5. The case of rural cockfighting (400 words essay)

At that time, I often followed my friends to the mountains to collect firewood. I remember one time when we went up the mountain, everyone was digging in the firewood. Some were picking pine cones. Some were checking tree branches. Everyone was shouting and making noise on the mountain. Our shouts and laughter echoed throughout the valley. As long as we made noise, the birds there would fly everywhere. We, a group of noisy ghosts, broke the I lost the tranquility of the mountains. Just when we were having fun, I suddenly saw a group of chickens. It should be said that it was a hen with a group of chicks, running away in panic. I was shocked at the time, why were there still chickens here? I saw that the hen looked a bit like grandma's reed chicken, except that it was smaller, about the size of a broiler. There were six or seven chicks behind it. I was so excited that I couldn't speak, I just kept going. The ground screamed: "Chicken", "Chicken". My cousin quickly ran over and asked, "What's the matter?" I pointed to the chicken that had fled far away and said, "There are chickens there." My brother took three steps and ran two steps at a time. I went over to catch it, but only caught one chick. He told me to hold it tightly and don't let the chick escape. I nodded and looked at the chick in my hands. I can't even mention how happy I was. This chick is so long. It was so cute, its little body was only as big as an egg, with a little gray down. It was struggling in my hand, making chirping sounds. I was worried that the chick would escape from my hands, so I held it hard. Tighten it. Who knew that after a short time, the chicken stopped moving and closed its eyes. "The chicken is dead"? ! This idea suddenly came to my mind, and I quickly put the chicken on the ground and started crying loudly. My brother ran over again and asked me what happened. I said the chicken was dead. "Dead? Where is it?" I put my hand towards it. Pointing to the place where the chicken is, he said, "Wow!" My brother looked at it and wondered, "Where is the chicken?" "Weird! I just put it here, why is it gone all of a sudden?" We searched everywhere but couldn't find any trace of the chick. I felt very frustrated. Looking back now, in fact, every animal has a need to survive. Desire. By pretending to be dead, it not only regains its own life, but also regains its freedom.

6. An essay about the countryside of about 400 words

I love the countryside and the beautiful scenery in the countryside! When the azaleas are in bloom, the breeze blows on the tops of the willow branches. The clear creeks and springs are gurgling. The birds on the branches are chirping and singing. The butterflies are flying among the flowers. The fields are all over the fields as far as the eye can see. It brings people's attention. Troubles are swept away. I like to wander in this green world, and even more like to stand on the hills and mountains with the fragrance of earth, looking at the fields that are full of vitality, and return to my hometown full of greenery. I love the countryside and the rainy days in the countryside! The sky in the distance is a hazy, white patch woven by fog and rain; those huts in twos and threes stand quietly, receiving the baptism of rain; the number of pedestrians on the road gradually becomes fewer and fewer, leaving only the peaceful and serene Village; only the ducks who couldn't stand the loneliness kept quacking, and Mr. Goose in the white robe stood under the eaves, stretching his neck, enjoying the rain; this is a fairyland full of poetry and painting. I love the countryside. , I love the farmers’ diligence! At the ray of dawn, a few roosters crow, breaking through the dark night and the silence. At this time, the countryside is already filled with smoke. The farmers are carrying hoes, shouting to their cattle, and marching towards the journey in the golden dawn! At noon, the south wind blew and the sun was scorching. They were still bent over and barefoot, sowing seeds one by one in order to feed the world. It was not until the sun set that they packed up their burdens, hummed folk songs, and embarked on their way home with hope. . I love the countryside and the simplicity of the countryside! There are no high-rise buildings, no busy traffic, brick bungalows, and low bamboo fences, which are both picturesque and clumsy; simple clothes, light makeup, village girls, it rains, green bamboo hats, and green coir raincoats; when they meet each other, So kind, so sincere, and respectful in words, everyone has a kind face and a picture of natural innocence. I just love such a peaceful world. I love the countryside and the leisure of rural life! Work at sunrise and rest at sundown; every plow is rewarded; there is no need to fight for fame and wealth, no need to scheming; in broad daylight, you turn the soil, I farm, help each other, watch and help each other; when we are tired, we all lie down Under the green shade, you smoked and I drank tea. There were endless interesting things to talk about at home and endless scenery of the fields. Seeing the green rice seedlings in the fields, everyone smiled at the price of their blood and sweat. When night came, they could do something. Sit and chat, watch TV, count the stars, how comfortable and carefree! Who doesn’t love the countryside? I have read many articles commenting on the city and the countryside. Among them, one comrade said, "Although the school playground in the city is very wide, I don’t like it here; although the houses in the city are very comfortable, I don’t like it here; there is no earthy smell in the city, you can’t smear it, you can’t climb trees, what is it called a city, it’s not even as good as the countryside! "I don’t think so. The city is also a beautiful place. The tall buildings on both sides of the street are springing up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The garden in the middle of the street is becoming more and more wonderful; electronic technology is developing rapidly; the sound of reading can be heard from time to time in the bright classroom... The conditions and environment of the city are not bad. The city has very cutting-edge high technology, good The learning and working environment. Here, children and adults live very peacefully and happily. As long as I stand on the street and watch the Mercedes-Benz and BMWs passing by, I feel extremely happy. However, the environment in the city is not very good. Air pollution, Water and soil erosion are all happening around us. In the countryside, the water is clear and green, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the environment is very elegant. The people are also hardworking and have very good qualities. They live a good life. It seems that they never lack Something. The city and the countryside are indispensable. The city has technology, and the countryside has the environment. I like both the city and the countryside! I love my hometown. My hometown is Hukou Township in Hsinchu County. Although it is not as prosperous as a big city, it has a strong pure flavor, so I am very lucky to grow up in such a place. My hometown has many specialties, such as tribute balls, rice noodles, tea, and various fruits. It is a place full of Hakka customs. Although my hometown is not as prosperous as Taipei City, everyone seems to They live and work in peace and contentment! With the progress of the times, every place has become more and more prosperous, even my hometown is no exception. As time flies, there are more and more factories in my hometown. However, due to the economic depression, many factories have Gradually I moved out. But I still like my hometown very much. Why do I like my hometown? Because there are both places with simple folk customs and areas with prosperous economy. The highway is nearby, and it only takes a little time to get there. It is very convenient to reach various places, and the distance between people seems to be shortened. There is a lake in my hometown

Although I have not actually been to Kou Old Street, you can see from the pictures: how many years and months it has passed, it seems to be telling its story. I love my hometown and hope I can always live in my hometown. Here. I love the soil in my hometown. Some people love the flowers, trees, birds and animals in their hometown. Some people love the mountains and rivers in their hometown, but I love the soil in my hometown the most. Children in our hometown often roll on the soil and sometimes pinch it. "Car" and "Plane", sometimes we make clay figures, sometimes we make "Telephone" and "Fruit", etc. In the evening, we are covered with mud. At this time, the adults affectionately call us "Little Cats". "Lord of the Earth", we were very happy to hear it. I remember one day when I was a child, the weather was clear and the soft sunshine spread all over the earth. I was very happy and thought to myself: It's neither cold nor hot today. It's a good time for us to play in the mud. So, I made an appointment with some good friends, came to the east of the village, and started playing again. I carefully made a "phone" and started playing. It was rectangular, and I took a curved one about 50 centimeters long. Some of the passers-by said when they saw her, "Oh, this child is so smart, look how much she looks like!" But I said seriously: "No, it was the soil that taught me to be smart." "My partners each pinched their favorite things, talked, laughed, and laughed, full of infinite fun. The soil not only gave me a lot of fun, but also increased my knowledge. Once, I planted a handful of broad beans on a rock. More than a month has passed and I still haven’t seen it sprout. I was so anxious that I ran home to my mother. My mother said with a smile: "Silly boy, of course you need soil to grow beans, just like growing other plants, you know?" I nodded. First. In the spring of the second year, I planted the broad beans into the soil. Within a few days, the broad beans sprouted small seedlings. Later, they grew into vines and bloomed. 7. A 400-word essay about the countryside

I have been to prosperous Beijing and beautiful Harbin, but what I like most is the simple countryside.

That day, my parents and I took a car to the countryside to visit my grandma and grandpa. Along the way, I saw green wheat dancing in the fields with the cool breeze. The birds on the trees kept singing, as if to accompany them. The little flowers on the ground raised their heads proudly, as if showing off their beauty to the animals. Rows of willow trees are elegant in shape, like beautiful girls, swaying their "long hair" in the breeze, as if someone is showing off their graceful figure.

In the countryside, people always plant a few peach trees in front of their doors. In spring, the pink peach blossoms bloom like cute dolls, nodding and smiling at the people returning from work. Coupled with the fragrant fragrance of flowers, people forget their fatigue and are intoxicated in this small peach forest. In summer, under the lush leaves, there are small unripe peaches hidden one after another. They are like naughty children wearing green tops, playing hide and seek with us. In autumn, the peach trees are covered with red peaches, like a shy girl hiding behind the green leaves.

In the countryside, you always have to keep a few chickens. When you walk in front of and behind their house, you will definitely see a proud rooster walking around on the field in front of the door, or you will see two hens fighting for some food. If you If you are lucky, you will see a group of chicks playing happily under the lush shady holly.

If there is a small river behind their house, then next to the wooden bridge and under the shade of the mulberry tree, they will always see a group of geese, raising their heads proudly, looking around, and calling twice from time to time, as if in victory. The returning general.

If you go shopping at noon in the summer, you will definitely see children catching cicadas. Each of them holds a bamboo pole, puts a little thin noodles on it, approaches it cautiously, and pokes it like lightning. The eloquent cicadas were caught... In the afternoon, the children took a can of cicadas home and fed the chickens one by one. Under their careful care, the chickens grew fat and strong.

In rural areas, no matter what time or season, there is a beautiful and charming scenery. 8. A 400-word essay on local chicken in Bazhong

The first thing I did when I returned to my hometown was to taste the braised local chicken made by my grandma.

Since I haven’t eaten delicious braised chicken in several months, my mouth watering just thinking about it. I have been looking forward to this day for a long time. After breakfast, we headed towards the "famous" hometown.

As soon as I arrived at my hometown, before the car stopped, I couldn't wait to run towards the chickens, and the chickens were "divided" by me. I chased this one for a while, teased that one for a while, and suddenly I pounced on a chicken, and the chicken quickly dodged away, causing me to fall on all fours.

I started chasing it, and in an instant, it flapped its plump wings and flew up! God, is this a chicken or a bird? After struggling like this for a long time, I still got nothing. I used my " trump card ": food lure method.

Sure enough, the chickens could not resist the temptation and entered the encirclement one after another. Now I pounced on them and finally caught this cunning chicken.

I was sitting at the dining table eating delicious braised chicken and thinking: Even the cunning fox is fighting. 9. Interesting things in the countryside

Interesting things in the country

During the summer vacation, I went to play at my aunt’s house in the countryside. That play was very unforgettable for me.

The sun shines on the green fields. There is a small lake on the edge of the field. In the lake, several mother ducks are swimming leisurely with their little ducks! The farmer uncle is weeding in the fields and fertilizing the crops!

When I walked to the door of my aunt's house, my mother joked with me: "Hurry up and catch that chicken and eat it!" I went to catch it immediately. After all, this is the countryside, and chickens in the country are better than those in the city. Much more powerful, running faster than humans. I jumped left and right, sweating profusely as I ran, but I couldn't catch a chicken.

After lunch, my parents, my brother and I went to swim in the lake over there. I jumped into the water and felt something was pecking me. When I dived into the water and took a look, I was extremely surprised by the sight in front of me. This is the world of fish, a paradise for fish. Big, small, black, flowery, all kinds of fish are there. I immediately thought of the fragrant braised fish on the table, so I started catching fish. I rolled up my sleeves and bent down and walked gently towards the fish. Suddenly I held a fish in my hands. I shouted: "Mom! I caught the fish!" But the fish was slippery and jumped a few times. It jumped away from me. slipped away from his hands. I was not convinced and tried several more times, but unfortunately I still didn't catch a fish. It was getting dark, and my mother urged me to go home. Although I didn't eat the braised fish I caught, I was still very happy.

Ah! The countryside is so fun and there are many new and interesting things. Although it was only a short day this time, it left me with wonderful memories.