Guo Guo's fourth grade composition 1 composition class, the teacher invited an unexpected guest to us-Guo Guo, who appeared in applause and cheers.
You see, this little guy is exquisite and beautiful. It has a pair of small yellow-green eyes, hazy, with many very short tentacles around its mouth, like a beard, and a dark green triangular shell on its back. The most beautiful thing is its wings, which are as bright as two green leaves and look very comfortable. Look carefully, it is translucent! It's like wearing a green gauze skirt. Although it is not big, its tentacles and thighs are twice as long, and its thighs are often folded like two hills. It lay there quietly, like a jade carving handicraft.
Guo Guo is very alert. Its two long tentacles, like radar antennas, keep turning, searching the surrounding enemy situation, and have a slight trouble. It either hides to one side or jerks back, quietly observes for a while, and starts in the cage when there is no danger, looking leisurely. In fact, it will stop from time to time and observe the movement around it. The teacher put the sugar in the cage, and the sugar flashed aside. I looked up again to make sure there was no danger, and then I boldly pressed the sugar with my front foot. Soon there was a small gap in the sugar.
Fruit is not picky about food at all. Green onions, peppers, fruits, insects ... are all welcome. Look at it eating an apple. If you listen carefully, you can hear a subtle and crisp "rustling" sound. According to the teacher, Guoguo is born to be a singer. Whenever night falls, its solo concert opens, and the loud songs are full of passion, as if they are never tired of it. Interestingly, its cry is not from its mouth, but from the friction of its wings.
Guoguo, lovely Guoguo, you have brought us a happy and beautiful writing class. You are a happy little angel.
On a cloudless morning in Wan Li, a grasshopper was singing in a cage on the balcony, and a cicada was singing in the tree in front of the door. They seem to be singing a summer symphony.
Cicada sang a song and said to Guoguo, "Look, Brother Guo, the air outside is fresh, the leaves are tender and juicy, and the dew is sweet. How beautiful! " After eating a leaf, the cicada continued: "You can come to the tree to play freely like me, instead of staying in a cage like a frog in the well." How boring. " The fruit moved its heart, and it bit the cage hard and came to the outside world. In a strange environment, everything is as beautiful as a dream, and it is very happy to sing.
In the afternoon, Guo Guo's stomach is growling, but there are only some bitter and astringent old leaves around. Guo Guo shouted, "I know big brother, I'm hungry. What should I do?" The cicada said, "With so many leaves, aren't you going to find something delicious yourself?" Oh, by the way, you must be careful when you act, so as not to be found by birds who come out to make up for food. "Guoguo said regretfully," You were born in nature and know how to find delicious food. However, I was kept in a cage by my master, and someone came to feed me every day. I will not find delicious food by myself, nor will I avoid the enemy's sneak attack. I will starve to death. "Then Guo Guo began to cry sadly. ...
When cicada saw this, she came over to comfort him and said, "Brother Guoguo, don't be sad, don't complain. Freedom and comfort are both happiness. Since you have chosen to go out and travel, practice your skills and enjoy the happiness brought by this freedom. One day you will be like me. "
The green robe marshal is a green-headed general, and the title of the second rank of king has nothing to do with salary. I always like to keep up with the competition when I meet you, and my martial arts is not as bright as my voice. What is this? Yes, this is the grasshopper singing on the branch. In my bamboo cage, there lived a beautiful slug.
I like fruit, and I like to study the posture of fruit. This fruit is a tourist from Henan. Its slender tentacles are long and short, and they are brown. Two big eyes are round. It is dressed in a green and brown striped coat, and its bulging abdomen is dotted with green spots, just like a pregnant woman with a big belly. The wings are brown, and they are faintly transparent. Those four thin feet and those two long legs are as smooth as silk thread and as light as feathers, but they support the small body of the fruit.
I like fruit, and I like listening to it sing loudly. In the morning, the crisp and sweet singing of Guoguo pulled me back from my sweet dream. The grasshopper's crow is a little harsh and exciting, so I dare not neglect it. At night, under the quiet night sky, the fruit weaves melodious tunes, the stars and the moon are intoxicated, intoxicated by the fruit's singing, and I also fall asleep with the fruit's singing.
I like the fruit, and I like its naughty and lovely. I took the towel gourd skin and put my hand into the cage. It looked disdainfully, turned away and ignored it. I was so disappointed that I had to hide and observe. Guoguo watched me go, surrounded me warily, found no one, and ate with relish. Hum, this little guy is quite shy! I stood up quietly, and the little guy was telepathic, so he stopped eating at once and looked at it from a distance, too lazy to move.
Like the beautiful posture of the fruit, listen to its loud singing, naughty and lovely. I prefer its happy appearance, so I gently cut open the cage and let the fruit find its own world.
A few days ago, my father came home and mysteriously went to the balcony. After a while, he called me over, and I went over and looked, "Wow! Hey! " Dad said it was a small gift from him. The cage is like its home. It lives in it.
I looked at this little guy carefully and found that his whole body was bright green and yellow-green, and his head was very big. Antennas are brown, long and filiform, longer than the body. I asked my father, "What does it eat?" Dad replied: "Fruit is rich in food, including soybeans, cabbage, rape, carrots and so on." At this time, the fruit cried, "Zhi-Zhi-Zhi ..." The voice was beautiful and clear. I thought, where did the slug's cry come from? So I began to look up a lot of information, and finally I knew that its sound was made by the friction of those wings.
But my mother doesn't like the sound, which is why many interesting things have happened in our family. As soon as the fruit was called, my mother passed, and as soon as she rested on her hips, the fruit stopped singing. Hee hee, is my fruit fun? Also, I want it to jump out of the cage, but I'm afraid it will escape. I figured out a way to put it among the flowers. I also want it to see the sun, but I'm afraid it will die after a long time, so I let it bask in the sun for an hour every day after school and feed it fresh vegetables. When you are full and comfortable, it will happily play its own melody with its wings.
This is my fruit. Although it is common, it brings a lot of fun to our lives.