Things between me and small animals

Speaking of small animals, I have raised many animals: puppies, goldfish, chickens and so on. What impressed me the most was the puppy "black skin"!

One night in April, 20 10, I was playing outside. Suddenly I found a carton on the trash can. I took it down and looked at it. I saw a mass of black things in it. I held it under the lamp and saw that it was a puppy with black hair. No wonder I couldn't see it clearly just now. This little guy is not much bigger than a can. It is estimated that he was born less than a week ago. Looking at this poor puppy, I had the idea of bringing it back to my family. Holding the carton home, mom and dad actually agreed! We quickly found a newspaper to put on the floor, took it out of the box and fed it some milk. Soon, the little guy fell asleep. I named it "Black Skin" overnight.

Under the careful care of our family, Heipi survived the first few weeks. It was already two months old in a blink of an eye. Summer vacation, I made a lot of time to accompany "Black Skin" downstairs to play.

Once, I took it out to play. I met a dog named Doudou. When the two dogs met, they sniffed at each other first. Then, without saying anything, they started fighting. You give it a paw, it gives you a paw. To meet each other. Finally, I actually started rolling and playing on the ground. At this time, a scene that makes people laugh and cry appeared. "Doudou" suddenly gave a fierce cry, which frightened "Black Skin" and ran out three or five meters away. It really makes me laugh and cry.

In a blink of an eye, a summer vacation passed. When school started, my mother did not affect my study, but also for the sake of "black skin". Sent it to the countryside. I also cried a few times for this. At last I understood my mother's intention. Slowly adapted to the days when "black skin" was gone.

I don't know how the black skin is now, but everything that the "black skin" has brought me, whether it is happiness or sadness. I have deeply recorded it in my heart.

Things between me and small animals

That day, I went to my neighbor's house next door to play. Just as I entered the door, a dog gave me a "New Year greeting". I saw its two front feet folded up, one on the ground and one on the ground. It was really fun. I want to play a game with it. When I come in and go out, it obeys and obeys. Later, I thought I wasn't dead, so why let a dog worship me? So I went out.

Let me talk about my relationship with another small animal. Just one weekend last autumn, I found a snake on the grass. I was really scared to death when I saw it. The snake was as long as two long chopsticks, with orange scales on its back and black all around. But I still bravely caught it in an empty bottle. Thinking that I caught a snake when I was a child, I thought happily: This is the second time I have caught a snake. I am proud of my bravery. I showed this snake in a bottle to my friends. Some said I was bragging, while others said the snake was in this bottle and didn't believe me. Others think I am brave and powerful. Now I know which friends are good to me. Thank you for this snake! I let it go carefully again.

How to write the story between me and animals?

The story of me and the small animals-Grandma's big cat. Grandma has a big cat. It is eight years old, which is equivalent to the age of 50. Obviously, it is already a "grandfather". But the hands and feet are still very flexible, and it is not a problem to go to the house and climb the tree. This cat is very fat. Maybe grandma always feeds it delicious food! Its body is mostly yellowish brown, with gray and black stripes between it. A pair of brown ears stand warily, and their eyes are as bright as light bulbs, round and thin. The big cat is very lazy. I am used to calling it "lazy". Every day it sleeps after eating, eats after sleeping, and doesn't catch mice at night. One day at noon, I really couldn't get used to its lazy appearance. I couldn't hold back my mood. I took a willow branch and rushed into the room to lecture it. It seemed to understand and went out despondently. I followed it outside, thinking that it had already repented and had to "work hard". Unexpectedly, it slipped into the haystack and fell asleep again in the warm sun. . . . . . "Lazy" is also very naughty. One day when I was writing a composition, I wanted to copy the couplet at the door, so I went out to have a look. When I came back, I saw "lazy" sitting in my position and eating my pen intently. I flew into a rage and pushed it down hard. "Hey!" It just won't go down! I'll give you something tough. I called my uncle, and he drove the slacker to the ground at once. This time, the slacker seemed to fall hard. He sat on the ground for a long time before he "understood", and I was secretly happy: "Hum! Small kind, play with me, you are still tender! " Just as I was triumphant, suddenly a lazy carp swooped under the cabinet. Before I could react, there was a squeaky scream from under the cabinet. When I looked carefully, there was a fat mouse in the mouth of the big cat. . . . . . At this time, the slacker rolled his eyes and gave me a look, and walked out with steady steps, like a demonstration. This is grandma's flower cat, lazy and naughty, but at the critical moment, she is still a "hero"

ⅲ composition: the story between animals

In the morning, the sun shows half of her face, like a shy little girl. "Wang Wang Wang" puppy got up with joy. He is like a punctual alarm clock, which barks before dawn every day.

I got up, first I went upstairs, stretched my legs, bent down and did morning exercises. At this time, the puppy ran up with joy, rubbed my feet with his head, and grunted from time to time. Needless to say, it was going to eat breakfast. I scooped up a handful of rice and put it in the bowl. Before I could put the soup and vegetables, the greedy cat had already eaten it, and even grunted twice from time to time, as if to say, "Thank you, little master!" "

In the afternoon, the sun is shining, and the breeze gently blows the buttonwood beside the road. I stayed at home bored and found the joy of lying on my side and sleeping late, and suddenly an idea came to me. So I found two ropes and tied Huanhuan's legs quietly. Huanhuan woke up, struggling, tossing and turning in pain, eyes full of begging eyes, but I laughed happily. At this time, my father came, ran to Huanhuan, untied the rope and severely criticized me. Huanhuan doesn't talk to me anymore. I really regret it. I should have known better.

After that, I brought Huanhuan's favorite milk and put it in front of it, but he didn't even look at it. Finally, I took the bread and sincerely apologized to Huanhuan, and Huanhuan seemed to forgive me.

Huanhuan is the object I talk to. When I have troubles and grievances, it is my most loyal friend. That time, I was misunderstood by my classmates at school. When I got home, I threw myself on the bed and cried. At this time, Huanhuan came, groaning at the bedside, expressing concern and comfort in its unique way. So I held Huanhuan and poured out my grievances to it. Huanhuan seemed to understand, leaning against me and humming softly.

This is my joy, cuteness, liveliness, and listening to my pain and joy.

Ⅳ Story between me and small animals 600 composition

Remembering my dog Xiao erhei

Xiao erhei came to my house by accident, but it was also a kind of fate. One day seven years ago, on my way home from work, my father saw Xiao erhei looking around in panic. She was a local dog, obviously because her owner couldn't afford to keep her and threw her at that crossroads. Puppies that have become stray dogs after being discarded in this way can be seen everywhere in our city.

Dad may have been touched by her confused begging eyes and took her home. When I saw her, she was shivering and cold, but it was clearly summer. She is afraid, I think, leaving the familiar environment, leaving her mother and being taken away by strangers in a strange place must be very scared. So I gently stroked her head and back, gently hugged her, and slowly, she began to lick my hand, and her frightened eyes began to become gentle. I stayed with her for about half an hour. She and I became familiar, and our friendship was established through my comfort to her.

Xiao Er is black with pure black hair, and his four claws are as white as snow. He runs like an athlete in white sneakers. She especially likes to go crazy with me and come home from school. She often jumps on me with too much enthusiasm, making me dodge, wagging her tail quickly, including my hand, biting my sleeve and spitting on my hand, but I like her like this, as if I were her whole world.

What I remember vividly is Xiao erhei's first time as a mother. She gave birth to two chubby babies, one looks like her and the other should look like her father. They are both very cute. In about fifty days, the baby dog grew to be almost the same age when Xiao erhei came to my house. I begged to feed the babies together, but my father sent away two dog babies. When I came home from school that day, Xiao erhei greeted me weakly by wagging his tail. His eyes were full of sadness and he whined from time to time. She sniffed around the house, hoping to find the babies where they used to hide, hoping that they were just playing hide-and-seek with her, hoping that her baby suddenly appeared under her and asked for her milk. But she was disappointed that the baby would never come back. Xiao erhei was sad for quite a while. I would accompany her quietly for a long time every day, combing her messy hair, kissing her forehead and tickling her. Almost three weeks later, Xiao erhei finally got out of the sadness of losing her child, and I was relieved.

Later, Xiao erhei gave birth to several babies one after another. When Songbao went out, she was no longer as sad as she was the first time. If she was depressed for a day or two at most, she would return to normal life.

After moving, Xiao erhei was given to her uncle by her father. Although she has been away for several years, every time I go to my uncle's house, she will still smell me from afar and come to meet me with enthusiasm. When I went to my uncle's house this year, I found that Xiao erhei was old. When he was free, he never ran around, but quietly squatted on the ground. Her hair is no longer shiny and dull, but she is still so attached to me. When I left my uncle's house, my eyes filled with tears. I don't know if this is the last time to see my little black and little black. Please forgive me for not taking you away. I am just a child, and I can't do many things.

There seems to be a little too many words.

Ⅳ composition about stories between animals

The story of swan

During my visit to Russia, I met the Russian old man Stepan from Lake Baikal in Moscow, and he invited me to his home.

After sitting down, I saw a shotgun hanging on the wall and asked curiously, "Do you always like hunting?"

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, that was 30 years ago. One early spring, I carried this shotgun on my back and shot wild ducks in the swamp on Lake Bell. Spring came very early that year, and some migratory birds flew from the south. However, no one expected that suddenly a cold wave came, the north wind roared and the lake froze. Some newly arrived migratory birds have to fly away and find a warm place. I wandered around the lake for a long time and found nothing. I felt very disappointed. At this time, there was a clear cry from a distance:' Kelu-Keli!' I looked up and it turned out to be a large flock of swans.

"The swans just landed not far from me. Why didn't they leave? I stared at my eyes, trying to find out. I saw swans calling to each other on the ice. Good phase is discussing: frozen lake, no food, what should I do?

"All of a sudden, a particularly big old swan took off, but it didn't fly away. Instead, it used the momentum of falling to thump its chest and wings on the ice like a stone. After this heavy blow, the mirror-like ground was shaken. Then the second time, the first time ...

"At this time, other swans seem to be shocked by this move. They just stood there, looking at the' ice-breaker'. There was a crack in the ice, and then another crack ... The ice finally collapsed and a small hole appeared. The tenacious' ice-breaking warrior' continued to beat along the edge of the ice hole, and the water surface was slowly expanding. A few swans came to help, and soon the whole group of swans, about a hundred, were all involved in breaking the ice. They did so Qi Xin, so happy! The water surface is expanding rapidly. From time to time, the cry of' Kelu-Keli-Keli' came from the lake, just like the excited labor horn:' Brothers, come on! Qi Xin, come on!'

"The little hole in the ice has finally turned into a big water surface. It was as if they had listened to someone's orders, and all the swans finished their work at the same time. They swam in the water with their heads held high and their chests straight, preying on fish and shrimp, and from time to time they gave out cheers of victory:' Kelu-Keli-Keli!' "

At this point, the old man Stepan stopped, took a sip of tea, and then said affectionately, "What a lovely bird! I was only thirty or forty meters away from them, with a loaded shotgun in my hands, but I hung the gun on my shoulder and quietly left the shore. Since then, this shotgun has been hanging on the wall and has never moved.

I learned a touching text the other day. Its name is The Story of the Swan.

The Story of Swan mainly tells the story of an old swan who broke the ice first, and finally a group of swans, Qi Xin, worked together to break the ice. When I finished reading this article, I was deeply moved, especially from the sentences of "soaring", "stone-like", "thumping" and "heavy blow" in the fifth paragraph of the text, I immediately saw such a scene: the old swan's chest was bare, its feathers fell off because of repeated impacts on the ice, and its bruised body struggled to fly to the sky again and again, and then fell straight.

As for me, even if I do cartwheels in dance class, I'll be at the back. Why? Just because I'm timid? Just because I can't translate it well? No, the reason is that people don't give up because of failure, but fail because of giving up. Just like this article, if swans don't choose to break the ice, they will only starve to death. Of course, it is also very important to unite and cooperate. If the geese don't help, it is impossible to rely on the old swan alone. Therefore, when we encounter difficulties and setbacks, we must not give up hope, and we must unite, so that the final victory must be ours.

I seem to have seen this story when I was in primary school or junior high school, and it impressed me deeply, so I quoted this story, hoping you can like it too ~! ! Of course, I hope you can adopt it! ! Thanks ~!

ⅵ Write a composition about a story with animals. (About 400 words)

My favorite animal-Bunny.

To say that my favorite animals are two rabbits-white and gray-that I raised at home last summer.

It was one day last summer, and my father bought me two rabbits. I liked them so much that I jumped three feet high with joy. Two little rabbits are so cute. One rabbit's hair is white and the other is gray. I have named them white and gray, and their hair feels soft. The whole body's hair is white and white, without any noise. White is like flawless white marble. A pair of long and big ears are always standing up on the bulging head, and their eyes are red, like two sparkling rubies. The mouth is three-lobed, and the most interesting thing is the nose, which is often up and down. It is very fun. Its forelimbs are short and its hind limbs are long, and it runs. Gray is gray all over, but also has a pair of big and long ears. Eyes are very different from white eyes. Gray eyes are black. Gray and white are very timid. They pricked up their ears at the slightest noise, and then quickly ran back to their nests. Gray and white are very clever. If they are hungry, they will run to the door and stand still, as if to say, "I am hungry and I want to eat." If I don't feed them celery or radish, they will get in through the door and run under the sofa. I have to take celery or radish to draw them out. These are the two little animals I like-white and gray.

One day in autumn, Ash got sick. Ash's illness made me never see them again-Ash died and gave them away for nothing. I was extremely sad.

I remember it was gloomy that day. After school at noon, I came home and saw Ash lying motionless in the yard. I asked my father what happened to Ash? Dad said, "Grey is sick, and I have already taken medicine from the vet." I quickly ran to the yard, came to the ash, gently touched the ash, and thought, "Ash, get well soon. After you get well, we can play together again. I will feed you celery and radish every day." At dinner time, my father asked me to eat, but I still climbed on the window and looked at the gray. After a while, I don't know what happened to the ash. Suddenly, I scurried around, running, jumping and motionless. Dad went out to have a look and came back and said, "Gray is dead." I cried when I heard this. In this way, I cried for a whole noon. When I left for school in the afternoon, my father said, "It's cold, so I can't feed it any more. Give it away for nothing." When I came home from school in the afternoon, I saw that Bai Bai was gone and asked, "Dad, you gave Bai Bai away." "Yes," my father said, and I asked my father, "Who did you give it to?" Dad said, "A grandfather who collected waste came this afternoon, and I gave it to that grandfather who collected waste." In this way, I don't see white and gray now.

I like these two lively, lovely and lovable rabbits. I want to tell you that animals are our friends. We can't hurt animals. We should love and protect them. If all animals are extinct, then the earth on which we depend will lose its ecological balance and human beings will not be able to survive.

ⅶ Composition: Stories between Animals

There are many lovely animals living in the forest, among which a story happened between wolves, goats and kittens.

Once, when the kitten went out to play, she was happy when she came back. She must have caught many small fish. When she came back happily, she suddenly heard someone sighing. When she saw it, it turned out to be Grandpa Goat. She asked Grandpa Goat, "What made you so sad!" Grandpa goat said to the kitten with a heavy expression and extremely sad, "My little grandchildren have been taken away by wolves one by one." The kitten thought about it, so she said to grandpa goat, "I have an idea!" " After that, he swaggered home and thought about it, and finally came up with some methods, but he tried many times without success. Finally, once he succeeded, the kitten hurried to grandpa goat's house and told him its methods. After the kitten finished speaking, he went home happily. Grandpa goat thought: The kitten is so smart, I should believe it to have a try! In the evening, the wolf came again. When he kicked the door majestically, something very sharp pierced his foot, which made him "ouch-ouch" at a loss. At this time, Grandpa Goat threw it at the wolf with a lighted torch, and the torch finally burned the wolf to death.

The next morning, grandpa goat came to the kitten's house excitedly and said to the kitten, "Your superb skills are great! Except for the fierce wolf, we have lived a peaceful life. On behalf of the sheep family, I thank you-clever kitten! "

Not only humans are smart, but also small animals are smart ...

ⅷ composition Can an interesting thing be written as a fairy tale between two animals?

One day, when the weather was sunny, a clever little white rabbit came out to pick mushrooms. He skipped along and hummed a happy song.

A fierce big tiger found the little white rabbit. The big tiger thought to himself, This little white rabbit is chubby. I must eat it for my lunch today. The big tiger stretched out his pointed claws, opened his jaws, showed his sharp teeth and rushed at the little white rabbit.

The little white rabbit saw the big tiger, and it had a brainwave and came up with a good idea. Holding his stomach, he said, "Tiger King, I just ate poisonous mushrooms, and I'm going to die." With that, it plopped down on the ground and pretended to be dead. The big tiger thought to himself, if I eat it, I will die, too. So, the tiger turned and left. When the little white rabbit saw that the tiger had gone far, he got up without any trouble. He shouted loudly to the elephant bathing by the river, "Uncle Elephant! The big tiger wants to eat me! " The elephant came and rolled up the white rabbit with its nose and sent it to the other side. As soon as the big tiger saw that he had been tricked, he bared his teeth and looked at the little white rabbit, saying maliciously, "I will eat you!" " The little white rabbit said to the big tiger, "Goodbye! You stupid tiger. "

When the little white rabbit came home, he told his mother the story in detail. Her mother praised him and said, "You are great!" "

This story tells us to think more when we meet something.

ⅸ Composition of stories between small animals

The story between me and small animals

Speaking of small animals, I have raised many animals: puppies, goldfish, chickens and so on. What impressed me the most was the puppy "black skin"!

One night in April, 20 10, I was playing outside. Suddenly I found a carton on the trash can. I took it down and looked at it. I saw a mass of black things in it. I held it under the lamp and saw that it was a puppy with black hair. No wonder I couldn't see it clearly just now. This little guy is not much bigger than a can. It is estimated that he was born less than a week ago. Looking at this poor puppy, I had the idea of bringing it back to my family. Holding the carton home, mom and dad actually agreed! We quickly found a newspaper to put on the floor, took it out of the box and fed it some milk. Soon, the little guy fell asleep. I named it "Black Skin" overnight.

Under the careful care of our family, Heipi survived the first few weeks. It was already two months old in a blink of an eye. Summer vacation, I made a lot of time to accompany "Black Skin" downstairs to play.

Once, I took it out to play. I met a dog named Doudou. When the two dogs met, they sniffed at each other first. Then, without saying anything, they started fighting. You give it a paw, it gives you a paw. To meet each other. Finally, I actually started rolling and playing on the ground. At this time, a scene that makes people laugh and cry appeared. "Doudou" suddenly gave a fierce cry, which frightened "Black Skin" and ran out three or five meters away. It really makes me laugh and cry.

In a blink of an eye, a summer vacation passed. When school started, my mother did not affect my study, but also for the sake of "black skin". Sent it to the countryside. I also cried a few times for this. At last I understood my mother's intention. Slowly adapted to the days when "black skin" was gone.

I don't know how the black skin is now, but everything that the "black skin" has brought me, whether it is happiness or sadness. I have deeply recorded it in my heart.

ⅹ Story Composition of Two Animals

Only two people can't really write antelope, mouse, crow and tortoise. They live together, United and close, and are a small group. They chose a very secluded and unknown place as their habitat. But in any case, we can't get rid of all kinds of hunting and searching by human beings. Once, when the antelope was playing alone, it met a hunting dog. The antelope began to run for its life, and the dog followed its trail. When it was time to eat, the antelope didn't come home. The mouse said to the other two, "Why hasn't the antelope come back yet?" So the crow put down the tableware and flew high. From the air, he saw the reckless antelope fall into the trap and was struggling hard. The crow immediately came back to report to the mouse and the tortoise. Because the two consultants asked when and why the antelope was in trouble, everyone talked empty words and lost a lot of precious time. The three friends finally made a unanimous decision: time is urgent and we can't delay, so we should go to the place where the antelope had an accident at once. "Well, the tortoise," said the crow, "because it walks too slowly, it's uncertain when it will arrive. Maybe it will be after the antelope dies, so just stay at home." With these words, the two of them immediately set out to save the poor antelope, their dear and faithful partner. The tortoise really wants to go to the accident place as quickly as the other two, but unfortunately his feet are short and he is carrying a heavy burden. When the mouse bit off the net knot in the trap, everyone's joy was gone. Just then, the hunter arrived. He snapped, "Who let my prey go?" The mouse heard the sound and immediately hid in the hole, the crow flew to the tree, and the antelope disappeared into the bushes early. The hunter was almost mad with anger because he couldn't find the missing clue. When he found the tortoise along the path, his anger was half gone. He said to himself, "I didn't come for nothing, so this turtle has the right to be dinner." The hunter put the tortoise in a bag. Fortunately, the crow informed the antelope in time, otherwise the tortoise would become a "scapegoat". I saw the antelope deliberately coming out of its hiding place, pretending to be lame and appearing in front of the hunter to lure the hunter to track it. The hunter threw his heavy bag to the roadside to chase the antelope. At this time, the mouse took the opportunity to bite off the knot tied in the pocket, and so on, the mouse saved the turtle that the hunter planned to cook dinner. Only by uniting and cooperating can we solve the problem. Similarly, an employee, as an individual at work, can solve difficult problems that he can't complete only by integrating himself into the whole team and relying on the overall strength. When you come to a new unit, your boss is likely to assign you a job that you can't do independently. The purpose of the boss's doing this is to examine your spirit of cooperation. All he needs to know is whether you are good at cooperation and diligent in communication. If you don't say anything and grope alone, the final result is likely to be a dead end. The shortcut to success is to make full use of the strength of the team. In fact, a person's success is not real success, but the team's success is the greatest success. For every office worker, it is very important to have some traditional virtues such as modesty, self-confidence, honesty, good communication and team spirit. Team spirit can not be ignored in a company or in a person's career development.