1. The fourth grade wrote a 300 piece essay about chicken. My family has a big and powerful rooster. The red comb on its head is as red as a ball of flame.
The beautiful feathers on its body are like a colorful war robe, and its golden boots are majestic. It walks with a swagger, just like a general.
Every morning, the big rooster swaggers out, moistens its throat, and then crows loudly, like blowing a charge horn, urging people to get up quickly.
The big cock is also very aggressive!
Once, my mother lost a vegetable leaf, and the neighbor's rooster immediately ran over.
When the big rooster saw it, he was furious, swooped over, stopped in front of it, and screamed, as if to say: "We don't offend the river, why are you taking my things?" The big rooster also cooed,
It seems to be saying: "I don't like you!" Just like this, they pecked their mouths and stared at each other eagerly, eager to eat each other in one bite.
Soon enough, the neighbor's rooster launched a fierce attack first and pecked my big rooster. My big rooster was not to be outdone. It flapped its wings and flew up, pecking the neighbor's chicken hard with its beak, and then
Taking advantage of the moment when it was panting, it ran behind it at lightning speed, but the neighbor's rooster didn't notice it. The big rooster pecked it several times, scaring it and running away.
As the saying goes, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.
My big cock became the final winner, like a victorious general.
Look, it's running all over the yard, seemingly showing off to us!
2. Writing about the eating and playing aspects of chickens for the fourth graders 300 When talking about chickens, it is really very sympathetic.
Chickens have always been looked down upon by people throughout the ages.
Although there have been two praises about chickens, such as "iron bone" and "golden rooster crowing".
But after all, it is very little.
Over the past thousands of years, among the words related to chickens that have often been on people's lips, the words that insult the name of chickens far exceed those that make chickens famous.
For example, we often refer to humble skills as cocks crowing and dogs stealing; chickens and worms are used to describe trivial gains and losses; chickens and flying dogs are used to describe extremely chaotic states; trivial matters are used to describe trivial matters; chickens and ducks competing for food are used to describe mediocre and small things.
People compete for fame and fortune.
What makes people even more sympathetic is the fate of the chicken. In the end, it cannot escape the fate of frying, steaming, and deep-frying, and becomes a delicious meal on the table. White chicken, baby chicken, beggar's chicken, spicy chicken, and is now missed by many children.
KFC(Kentucky).
Therefore, the idea of ????wanting to defend the injustice of the cockcrow came up very early.
It's just that I have too few words in my stomach, so I can't write Du Fu's poem "When the chickens and insects are gone, I pay attention to the pavilion leaning on the cold river."
This year coincides with the Year of the Rooster, and I feel that if I don’t write any more, I have already failed the Rooster, so I picked up my pen to vindicate the Rooster.
First of all, I want to talk about the big rooster: "Three calls call out the Fuso Sun and sweep away the remaining stars and the dawn moon."
Speaking of roosters, I am really in awe.
It always raises its head high and looks down upon all the powerful.
Its backbone is rare in the animal world. It is not like a dog that wag its tail to beg for mercy, be coy and servile, nor is it like a sheep that is timid and afraid of getting into trouble.
It pursues its own independent character and will never bow its head, flatter, be gentle, or be submissive.
For this reason, although it often arouses resentment from its owners, it is called "a cock that doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth".
However, it is not at all aggrieved by the injustice it has encountered.
He still serves his master on time and urges him to get up early.
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, no matter the wind blows, the rain blows, or the snow blows and the wind howls, it breaks the dawn every day at the fifth watch, waking everything in the world from their slumber.
Shouldn't his punctuality and trustworthiness become a role model for people?
Next, I want to talk about hens.
Hens have made great contributions to mankind.
As early as the primitive society of the Neolithic Age, people had domesticated chickens and ate their eggs.
A hen can lay anywhere from nearly a hundred to two to three hundred eggs per year.
But considering its merits, people not only say that the eggs taste delicious, but also complain more about the hen's cries of self-reward.
It is said that the conduct of the hens is really bad. A little achievement is not a big deal. It must be known by everyone.
But who has ever understood that its "clucking" cry has another meaning?
That is simply selfless dedication.
Just imagine, after laying eggs, a hen cries to call its owner to get the eggs. Who can compare with its selfless dedication?
Not only that, the hen is an amazing mother!
It takes good care of the chicks. If it encounters a weasel, it will fight with its life to protect the chicks.
Finally, let me talk about those little ***.
Speaking of chickens, their team spirit is something that people don’t have.
They follow closely behind the hen, alerting each other to be on guard against outside attacks.
Isn't this much smarter than many people who are self-centered when getting along with others?
In short, I think we have no reason to look down upon chickens.
In the past, we had a stubborn prejudice against chickens, probably because chickens were always around us.
We are so familiar with it that we turn a blind eye to it, only seeing its ordinary and humble nature but not its nobility and extraordinaryness.
Nobility always resides in the ordinary.
It is necessary for us to re-recognize and understand the chickens around us, which will be of great benefit to mankind.