My story composition with birds

In study, work and life, many people have written compositions, which require a complete text structure and must avoid endless compositions. So, how to write a composition? The following is my story composition about me and the bird. Welcome to read the collection.

My father bought me a bird last year. There is a touch of lush green on the bird's head, which shows the identity of the forest messenger. Brown eyes are looking at me curiously. Its tail is yellow-green, like a beautiful skirt.

It's so cute that I can't help reaching out and touching it. My fingertips touch its soft feathers, and its body is shaking. I guess I'm afraid of life. I thought to myself. In order not to let it fly out, I put it in a beautiful cage and hung it on the window, which made me look forward to life more.

Every morning, I will go to see it and say goodbye to it before going to school; Every day when I come home from school, I always leave my schoolbag behind and tell it what happened at school at the first time. At first, the bird was very lively, always jumping around and knocking over the water from time to time. But later, it became motionless, always staring at the same place for a long time, as if in a daze, waiting. Its feathers are also messed up a lot, like a pile of weeds that nobody takes care of, and its color is dull.

"What's the matter with you?" I thought it was strange, but it just gave me a look. Maybe it's tired. I thought to myself.

Sometimes, it will bite the door with its mouth like crazy and make a "click" sound. Its angry eyes are round and seem to have desperate courage. Tired from the collision, it doesn't eat bird food or drink water, and the spilled water is everywhere. The third day, the fourth day ... passed day by day, and the bird not only didn't change, but became more and more powerful. Even at night, it didn't stop and shut the door with a click.

"Let go!" Dad said to me. But I can't bear to part with this bird. Its feathers are so beautiful, like a fairy's clothes, and its color is so beautiful, like a shining gem. In my eyes, its feathers are messy, but still beautiful.

After a few days, it finally stopped biting the door and curled up. Maybe it knows that the cage is tight, maybe it knows that indifferent humans will not give it freedom. When I put my hand in to tease it, it bit my finger hard.

It finally died, and the beautiful bird finally turned into a pile of beautiful feathers. In the birdcage, those colorful feathers lie quietly. His eyes still looked straight at me, as if to say, "Animals have freedom!" " "

I regret it very much I wish I had let go. If so, maybe today it will peck at the window with its mouth and say hello to me, bringing me a natural breath of morning.

Through this matter, I also want to appeal to everyone that any animal has the right to freedom. We should protect them well and should not hurt them for our own desires and selfishness.

In the early morning of summer, I was dreaming. Suddenly, birds called one after another, breaking my dream. I listened attentively for a long time, and finally I couldn't help it. Curiosity drives me. I ran to the kitchen door and looked at my head. There is a black and white bird standing by my kitchen window singing. When he saw me, his feathers shook with fear, his black eyes rolled and he flew away with a loud cry. What a coward! No, a timid bird!

These days, I miss that bird very much, but it has never appeared.

A few days later, I heard the bird singing again. I didn't disturb it, just cocked my head and listened to it sing. This bird is really a born singer. It can make all kinds of notes with six notes, and it can also make three difficult notes. Its singing is very beautiful, high and low for a while, full of the spirituality of life, especially the long sound at the end, like a snake wrapped around a bamboo, Athenian rhyme, meaning thousands of things, lingering sound.

The song stopped and I crept into the kitchen. I don't know, but I was shocked when I saw the bird eating our bacon. I looked at it from top to bottom for a while. The bird looks elegant, harmonious and beautiful, and its black feathers shine like a layer of glaze. The wings are inlaid with several white feathers as white as ice; The claws and mouth are golden yellow and bright; Its big round eyes are silver-gray, as if painted with silver-gray shadows. This bird stands on a prominent bone, pecking bacon with its yellow mouth, pecking with its head tilted and pecking with its head upturned ... its posture is changeable and lovely!

When I'm nervous, I huddle together and stare at me with big eyes, watching my every move. Two little wings opened, yellow feet bent, ready to fly out. I ignored it, let alone read it, as if it didn't exist. It is normal. The bird saw that I didn't hurt myself, and its eyes shone with trust. In this way, I know a little about this bird.

Sometimes, birds will eat bacon in my kitchen and play for a while! I pecked it in the microwave oven to see if it was edible, and then touched the vase, making it jingle. I flew away in fear. Then he stood at the window, shouting at his friends and playing indoors. They also pecked at my pants and cocked their heads to see my reaction. I felt their smooth feathers, brought some rice and put it in my palm to feed them. The bird really came. They pecked at my palm, which was itchy and comfortable. It's so close to me.

Later, we moved, but that piece of bacon, which had been made like a honeycomb, kept hanging in the kitchen. I hope birds can eat delicious bacon every day. I hope they can play, frolic, play and sing in the house. ...

One day, it was raining cats and dogs outside and the branches were bent by the rain. The wind and rain were slanting, and my father called me as soon as he entered the bathroom. I said, "What are you doing?" Walk slowly. Dad said anxiously, "A bird left in the bathroom." Hearing this, I quickened my pace and immediately went to the bathroom. I saw the poor bird, so I picked it up and wiped it with a towel. When it's not dry, I use a hair dryer to dry it.

At night, I put the bird on the bed and watched him for a long time ... In the morning, I was awakened by a chirp. When I opened my eyes, it turned out that the bird woke up and woke me up early. This morning, it was my first time to feed birds. I put the uncooked rice in my hand and put it in front of the birds. When birds see rice, they peck at my hand and make me itch. ...

I get along with birds day and night. One day, my father said to me, "Birds have their own world, and birds should be free." After listening to my father's words, I let the bird go.

One day, I saw an injured bird on my way home from school, so I took it home.

The feathers of the bird are embroidered with emerald coats. The feathers in the abdomen are white. It is small and exquisite, with a short and pointed mouth under a pair of bright and flexible eyes. It likes millet and vegetables best. Every day I give it a millet butterfly and a small green vegetable.

One day, I took the bird for a walk. I saw groups of sparrows standing on the branches, chirping and singing, and then flying around happily. Always dancing happily. My bird also called.

Sometimes, when I forget to feed the birds, the birds will keep barking.

The bird's injury gradually improved, so I put it back into nature. Sometimes, it will come to my house, visit me and sing for me. I really love my bird!

My grandmother lives in Zhujiajian Island Island. Every spring, a group of lovely birds fly back to find their home.

One day, I found several bird's nests in my grandmother's house. There is white excrement on the ground. For several days in a row, I took a broom and cleaned the shit pulled by swallows. I looked at the bird's nest while sweeping, trying to find a way not to hurt birds, so I don't have to clean them every day. ...

The next day, it was gray and raining in Mao Mao. Naughty, I accidentally found a bird hiding in the corner of the balcony, groaning and struggling in the rain, looking like she wanted to fly but could do nothing. I ran quickly. This is a bird with yellow and green feathers and a long light blue tail. Round head with a bunch of golden fluff, like a small hat. Mung bean-like eyes are still as black and bright, with four round black spots on the neck and a small cluster of purple feathers on each side, like a small bow tie. Although the wings are stained with blood, the feathers have not faded, and it looks as if they have just been injured. What a poor little guy! I can't help feeling pity.

Yes! I must help it. So, I walked over carefully and said to the bird as I walked, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you. You are injured, and the rain has destroyed your body, so you will get sick. At this time, it seemed to understand what I said and did not move. It just says what I don't understand, but it can say what it means. Little master, I'm not afraid. You saved my life. When I held it in my hand, it was still struggling desperately and jumping into the corner. The injured wing flapped on the cold concrete floor, leaving traces of its flapping on the ground. I also try my best to hold the bird in my hand and let it lie in my palm. I came to my room slowly. I first washed its feathers with clear water, wiped off the blood on the feathers, then dried them with a hair dryer, and finally wrapped the wound with gauze with the help of my brother. Then he gave it a comfortable home-an abandoned shoe box. When I get home every afternoon, I always come to the bird's "home" at the first time to feed it. At first, it always refused to eat, and when it saw me, it always shrank inside. A few days passed, and it gradually felt that I was kind to it, willing to approach me slowly, and also loved to eat the "rice" I gave it. I'm so happy!

In this way, after my careful care, the bird also recovered and the injured place healed. Seeing that I like this bird so much, grandma secretly asked grandpa to make a birdcage and let it live in this home-birdcage. I was so excited that I invited the bird into the house without saying anything. Who knows, that bird hasn't laughed or sung since it lived in the house, and even ignores the food I feed it. I saw me feeding it, and I would peck my little hand from time to time to let me comb my feathers. But now, I think, a series of problems come one after another. I never thought it would go home-nature!

After discussing with my grandmother, I released the bird to nature and returned to my home. After I decided, I chose a good day to let the birds go home-nature! I can't tell you how happy I am to see a bird flapping its wings and flying into the blue sky. I have a strange feeling in my heart: people can understand animals' hearts, their wishes and their words. Our life must be harmonious, and our life must be beautiful!

I remember when I was in the first grade, I let a bird fly.

That afternoon, I came home from school and opened the bedroom window to get some air. Suddenly, a bird flew in. I rushed to the window and closed it. I caught a bird with my father's help. Its golden mouth is still flushed, and its red feathers are a little golden. How beautiful!

Dad said, "This may be someone's pet bird. Probably the cage was not closed and flew out. " I asked my father to buy a birdcage. I keep this bird. My father shook his head and told me, "Birds are friends of human beings, and our friends are being hunted on a large scale. Many once hundreds of millions of birds are on the verge of extinction. The number of each kind of bird is decreasing sharply. Perhaps, after thousands of years, birds will never be seen flying in the sky on the beautiful earth. Perhaps, in the near future, birds will be as rare and precious as pandas; Perhaps, in the future, birds will become a legend; Maybe ... ". Hearing this, I was very sad and asked my father, "What about this bird?" Dad said, "Go downstairs and let the birds fly!" " "

I held the bird in my hand and held it high. The bird spread its wings and fanned it hard. Soon, the bird was in the air, flying up bit by bit. Soon, there was no vigorous figure in the sky. I shouted, "goodbye, bird!" "

Let's protect birds together! Let's work together for our friends to survive on the beautiful earth!

Let's spare no effort to cheer for the protection of birds!

One spring, I was absorbed in writing, and the tireless singing of birds outside the window interrupted my thinking of writing, so I went straight to the balcony and opened the window to see which naughty bird it was, and then I found it was a time bird. I let it into the house and gave it rice and water. It lowered its head, bit by bit, looked at it, and I smiled.

That is, from then on, I became good friends with Time Bird. We play together and run on the grass. When I write, it will fly to the treetops to play with other birds; When I read a book, it will sing in other rooms; We chase the sunset together, rosy clouds cheer us up, and flowers encourage us. Later, we couldn't catch up, so we lay on the grass, watched the arrival of the night god and counted the twinkling stars in the sky, and gradually fell asleep. At that time, I was extremely happy.

Later, the time bird flew away and never came back.

Finally, I am old, but I am still waiting for the time bird to come back. I will look at the balcony window all day and go for a walk at night, but I have never seen the time bird again.

Ah, my time bird, where have you been? Why did you disappear forever?

Another spring, I opened the window and a familiar figure flashed by. I looked intently-look, it's a time bird. I breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep. ...

When I was a sophomore, I lived in my home on Hubin North Road. At that time, there was a big yard in front of my house. There are many birds under the big banyan tree. They are my best friends. They wake me up with touching songs every morning. When I am unhappy, they will fly down to play with me. When I am sick at home, they will come to sing for me.

However, one day when I was playing in the yard, I suddenly found a bird under the tree. Its feathers are not even long, and I can still see its pink skin. Its pointed mouth pecked at my hand gently. I found that its leg was injured, probably because it fell from a tree, so I decided to adopt it. I hurried home and told my grandmother about it, asking her to bandage my bird's leg.

After a few days, the bird's injury healed. I decided to let it go and put it on the table in the yard, hoping that the bird's parents would pick it up. But after a while, it suddenly disappeared, maybe it was lost, so I searched and searched in the yard, but I couldn't find it. I'm worried that it will be eaten by wild cats. My mother comforted me and said, "Maybe her mother picked it up." After listening to * * *, I feel much more at ease.

But a few days later, two swallows cried on the roof of our house every night, crying bitterly. It seems that he is looking for something. I think it's the parents of the bird. The bird must be lost. The sadder I feel, if I hadn't put it down in a hurry that day, this wouldn't have happened.

A few days later, I found the dead bird under the banyan tree. It is dead. It died tragically.

The story of me and the bird. In the clear sky, clouds are wandering outside in white clothes.

There is an endless stream on the ground, which passes through the Woods happily, and the flowers and trees on both sides are alive and kicking.

Wow! A little rabbit, hey, what's her shiny thing? The little guy ran towards me. I squatted down and wiped the tears from her eyes. I suddenly found a bird on its back. I picked it up and she slowly opened her eyes. It's so cute. There is a small, pointed yellow mouth under her big shining eyes. Its wings are small, smooth and soft. When its body rises and contracts, it may be breathing. Its little paws are short, sharp and hard. Little rabbit whispered to me, "Can you keep this poor bird?" His mother was killed by a hunter. ""well, I will definitely raise it. " "Thank you!" The rabbit skipped away. I was about to take it home when it said, "Are you my mother?" I was about to say no, but his big eyes stopped me. I had to nod helplessly, but I didn't know that disaster had come. He wants milk. ...

Today, I saw other birds flying and asked me, "Mom, why can other birds fly to other places and I can't?" I just cleaned up its poop, and I'm really speechless. "I'll teach you to fly!" I was shocked to hear that. What happened to me just now? But it's like spilled water, and it can't be taken back.

I can only take it to the balcony and dance with him. Wow, not only he can fly, but also I can fly!

My favorite bird has a round head, big eyes, a red beak, white feathers as white as white paper, and small claws that are long and thin. Do you know what kind of bird this is? It is a dove of peace that everyone loves and symbolizes peace!

One day, my mother sent me to school On the way, I saw an injured pigeon. I said, "mom, take the pigeons home!" " "Then, my mother took the poor little pigeon home.

When mom came home, she bandaged it and fed it. It happened that there was a cage at home that was useless, so my mother put the pigeons in the cage.

When I got home in the afternoon, I saw the pigeon flying around and jumping around in the cage. At that time, I thought: it must be hungry. So, I found some food to feed it, and it ate it soon.

A few days later, the pigeon recovered and cried in pain. I said to my mother, mom, I should be homesick. Let it go.

Mother agreed and let it fly. The little pigeon flew to the window, looked back at us as if reluctant, and then flew away.

I miss it very much. I'll adopt the injured pigeon when I see it again.