Lovely hen composition grade two

Lovely hen composition Grade 2 1 Grandma has a hen, which is very beautiful.

A hen's comb is like a newly opened comb. Bean's big eyes have red patterns on the side, his gray mouth is sharp, his fat body is covered with a "velvet robe" embroidered with black and red patterns, and his short tail is upturned. There are many tiny scales on its two thin legs, and the scales are deep and light in color, forming a natural pattern.

This hen is not only beautiful, but also interesting when laying eggs.

The hen entered the henhouse in an instant. When its feet hit the ground, its four toes spread out, and when it lifted, it rolled into a ball. The hen began to lay eggs, only to see her wings propped up, her neck sticking out and her crown turning red. His eyes were wide open, his feet were standing and squatting, his whole body was high before and low after, and his originally open wings were caught again, which looked very difficult. In the blink of an eye, the second half of the hen fell down, and a big round egg landed in the henhouse. Then, it put the egg under its stomach and covered it with its claws for fear that someone would take it away. After squatting for a while, it felt all right, and then left the henhouse easily, screaming "cluck, cluck, cluck", as if to say, "I laid an egg, come and collect my egg!" At this time, I went to the chicken nest and took the eggs out of the nest. At first glance, what a big egg! I took it in my hand and wiped it on my face. It is smooth and warm.

Grandma's hens are really interesting!

Lovely hen composition In the second grade, I heard from my mother that my grandmother used to have a hen, and what this hen did was unimaginable!

Just full moon, my mother and I went to my grandmother's house to play. It's dark. My mother put me on the chair and covered me with a blanket. My mother went to boil water and give me a bath. A hen came in, clumsily flapped her wings and flew into the chair. She came to my chest and stared at me, and I looked at her. My eyes turned to the left and it followed me. I seem to have a close relationship with this hen. At that time, I was young and didn't know. Mother saw it and thought the hen was going to peck my eyes, so she quickly threw the hen off the chair.

Hens know more about human nature than puppies, and they are lovely! Mom said that when they were eating, the hen came over, like a puppy, adding feet with her head, as if to give it food. There is also a disgusting and loving place. When you walk, it always follows you and sticks to you. You see, you hate it. You shouted, "Stop following!" But the hen still runs as fast as you want to get rid of it, but the hen runs as fast as you. You look back to see if it has got rid of it, and it follows you back to see what it is. You got bored, kicked it aside, and he got up and ran to your side.

When you speak loudly, it follows you and is louder than you. Cute and annoying! This hen!

This loveliness of the opposite sex also ruined its life. Once, when my uncle carried rice to the rooftop, it followed. My uncle thought the hen was in his way and kicked it down the stairs. He died with a bang.

Lovely hen, if I were so old, I would never take you back to my home. But it's impossible. This hen is very rare. Everyone thought it was a pet chicken. Actually, grandma bought it for a few cents. It lays at least one egg every day and doesn't raise chickens. It just runs around screaming every day. ...

Lovely hen composition There is a hen in my family in Grade Two and Grade Three. She wears a ruby on her head, and her black eyes are always rolling around. The sharp mouth like a sword can peck rice neatly, and two "red fans" are hung under the chicken's mouth. When the hen walks, the "red fan" will swing rhythmically on both sides, which is very interesting. Even when there is no sound, the hen always tilts her head and listens to what is happening, which is really puzzling.

Every morning, hens always cluck here and there, which makes me unbearable. I don't know if the hen ate the moistening candy, otherwise the day would be endless. In particular, when it lays eggs, it is even more unbearable, as if to announce to the world that it has made great contributions to enriching the host's dishes.

Hens are also very greedy, such as rice grains, vegetables, watermelon seeds and so on. But when it eats, it always pecks down a few times, then looks up here, pecks down a few times, and looks up there, as if it doesn't know how tired it is. When it is hungry, even my hand will peck several times. Sometimes, the hand is pecked until it hurts.

I played with hens once. One night, I wanted to bathe the chicken, but I didn't know how to do it. Suddenly, I came up with an idea-just pour it into a "soaked chicken". So, I took out the bucket from the bathroom and filled it with water. I lifted the bucket and threw it at the chicken with all my strength. The chicken immediately "giggled" as if to say, "Why is it raining so hard at once!" Look at this hen again. She was soaked to the skin and the water kept dripping. Looking at the veritable "soaked chicken", I bent down with laughter.

My hen loves to bark and eat, which adds fun to my life.

Lovely hen composition Grade 24 This summer vacation, my father and I went to my grandmother's house in the country. My grandmother keeps a lot of chickens, and the big hen is my favorite.

Grandma's big hen, like a mighty general, is always cocky and strong and walks freely in the spacious yard. Its neck is very long and very flexible. The hair on the neck is soft and golden, shining in the sun. This big hen has only one chick. Chickens are cute, too, with hairy heads and yellow corners of the mouth. This is a newborn chicken. I asked my grandmother, "Milk milk, why does the big hen only have such a chick?" Grandma smiled and said, "This hen gave birth to twelve chicks, and the hateful eagle took eleven, leaving only one."

Chickens are so cute, I want to catch chickens to play with. I slowed down, followed it quietly and approached. I was just about to catch it. I saw the big hen flapping her wings and stretching her neck, screaming in despair and running to me, covering the chicken with her body. It wants to save its own children and is ready to fight with me.

I was stunned. How can this big hen have such great courage? I'll take a step back right away. When I was far away, it giggled with the chicken and walked to the lawn.

I like the big hen, and I like its great maternal love even more.

Lovely hen composition I have always hated grandpa's hens.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, with the cock crowing, the hens in the yard shouted wildly, regardless of our sound sleep. Even people who don't sleep for ten nights will be awakened by their "giggle" cries. If they lay eggs, you can't be quiet for a while. The hen that lays eggs will keep barking, and the louder it barks, the more anxious it is to let the whole universe know that it has laid eggs. Sometimes I catch butterflies in a small vegetable garden. Even if you are five meters away from it, it will fly "poop-poop" and then start barking endlessly. Sometimes it not only barks, but also tilts its short tail and draws an arc into the sky. When it finished this useless defense, my butterfly had already flown away, which was really annoying!

But I don't hate them now because I witnessed a miracle. At noon, a hen ran out of the yard and didn't know where it went. We searched for a long time, but found no trace. A few weeks later, the hen suddenly appeared in front of us, followed by eleven little yellow balls. When I saw it, it turned out to be a chicken! Those chicks are plump, but the hens have lost a lot of weight. From my grandfather's mouth, he always takes all the eggs laid by the hens. He doesn't want the hens to hatch chickens, so the hens have to sneak out to hatch eggs. Hearing this, I was immediately moved by the hen's deep maternal love.

I don't hate hens anymore

One day in the second grade, my mother came back from the countryside and brought back four fat and big hens to feed. I jumped and jumped with joy. My mother put two cartons on the balcony upstairs, all of which were covered with paper. This is the home of the chicken.

Hens have short legs to support their fat bodies. Pale yellow feathers are neatly draped over them. A pair of shiny orange eyes are round, and a hard, dusty mouth pecks at food quickly and accurately. The red cockscomb is really like a blooming cockscomb, with two small ears hidden under a cluster of feathers.

The next afternoon, I sat downstairs and watched TV with relish. Suddenly, there was a cry of "giggle, giggle" and a sound of flapping, and then a sound of "plop, plop", as if the bucket had been knocked over by something. What happened? I went to the stairs and looked anxiously upstairs, thinking, I'm the only one at home. Who's upstairs? I looked upstairs again in fear and continued to watch TV uneasily. In the evening, my mother came back and I told her about it. My mother said doubtfully, "Chickens don't lay eggs well." My mother and I walked into the balcony with a grain of salt and saw a chicken jump into someone else's yard (balcony). Look around, there is an egg next to the other three chickens, which really lays eggs. This khaki egg is about two inches and weighs 45 grams. Haha, my chicken can lay eggs!

Another day passed, and my busy mother asked me to feed the hens. I came to the balcony with rice in my hand and sprinkled it on the plate bit by bit. Hens flock to eat chicken food. Soon, a small cup of rice was completely eaten by the hens.

When she was full, the hen giggled at the plate as if to say "full" Maybe they are saying "not enough". What a lovely hen!

Lovely hen composition I always hated hens until Grade 2 and Grade 7. Listen! Its cackling is endless step by step, from behind the rockery to the grass. What's more, some hens with great courage actually run to the living room at home to run wild or deliberately dig the soil on the grass, for fear that their owners don't know their existence, especially when they are going to lay eggs, and they almost giggle like crazy, hoping to let the neighbors know that they are going to lay eggs.

But recently I began to like them, because I found the advantages of hens, especially their "fearless" spirit and dedication to their owners.

Let's talk about their dedication first. Every morning, when we are still asleep, the hens have already "got up" one by one. Although the cackling is noisy, it can wake us up, and it seems to urge the host to send them food. Every morning, it is uninterrupted. It is because of their "unremitting" efforts and "selfless" dedication that we gradually formed the habit of getting up early.

Tell me more about their fearless spirit! It happened last Sunday night. I don't know where some weasels came from. After seeing the weasel, the chickens were scared to run around, but they couldn't find a hiding place. They had no choice but to flee to the rockery. Unexpectedly, the weasel is pressing hard. At this critical moment, the hen suddenly jumped down from the rockery. Unfortunately, it accidentally hit a stone, but it managed to escape the weasel's eyes. It is estimated that the weasel also escaped.

Look, this is our hen. Although it sometimes annoys us, it brings us more happiness!

Lovely hen composition Grade two Grade eight My family has a hen. She has two short legs and a particularly fat body. Her feathers are neatly draped over her body and her small eyes are round. It lays an egg every day and never misses a day. Because of this, grandma has been reluctant to kill it, and eggs have become a frequent visitor at our dinner table.

When spring comes, grandma hatches chickens with eggs. She put the eggs in a chicken nest made of straw. There is a light bulb on it, which is on for 24 hours, just like a small sun, which makes the little egg extremely warm. This is really interesting. I went to see it every day a few days ago to see if the chicken got out of the egg. But after a few days, I got impatient and forgot all about it. Suddenly one day, grandma told me that the chicken had hatched. I hurried to have a look. The chicken really came out of the eggshell. I'm hairy all over and I've been chirping.

When the chickens grow up, grandma will let the hens take care of them. Every day, the hen will take good care of the chicks, feed the worms they catch, let them sleep under their wings, and giggle from time to time, as if singing a lullaby to the chicks.

I remember once, a hen took her chicks to find food. Suddenly, it began to rain cats and dogs. The chickens tried their best to shelter from the rain. They are running in the rain. The hen was frightened, too, and only heard it scream and order the chick to get close to herself. The chicken was safely taken under the tree to shelter from the rain. In order to keep the chicks from getting wet, the hen propped up a shelter with her wings. Seeing this touching scene, I can't help but admire: what a sincere maternal love!