Grandma has a big cat. It is eight years old, which is equivalent to fifty years old. Obviously, it is already a "grandfather", but its hands and feet are still very flexible, and it is not a problem to climb trees on the house.

This cat is very fat. Maybe grandma always feeds it delicious food! Its body is mostly tan with gray and black stripes in the middle. A pair of brown ears stood warily, and their eyes were as bright, round and thin as light bulbs.

This big cat is very lazy. I'm used to calling them "slackers". I sleep after eating every day, eat when I sleep, and don't catch mice at night. One day at noon, I really couldn't get used to its lazy appearance. I can't restrain my emotions. I rushed into the room with a willow branch and taught it a lesson. It seemed to understand and went out in frustration. I followed it outside, thinking that it had to "work hard" to turn over a new leaf. Who knows, it slipped into the haystack and fell asleep again in the warm sunshine.

Lazy is also very naughty. One day when I was writing a composition, I wanted to copy the couplets at the door, so I went out to have a look. When I came back, I saw Lazy sitting in my seat, eating my pen intently. I flew into a rage and pushed down hard. "hey!" It just won't go on! I'll give you something terrible. I called my uncle and he immediately knocked the lazy boy to the ground. This time, the lazy boy seems to have fallen heavily. He sat on the ground for a long time before he "understood", and I was secretly happy: "Hum! Small sample, play with me, you are still young! " Just as I was elated, suddenly a lazy carp swooped under the cupboard. Before I could react, there was a scream from under the cupboard. I looked carefully, and there was a fat mouse in the big cat's mouth. At this moment, the lazy cat rolled her eyes at me and walked out at a steady pace, as if in a demonstration.

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There is a little white hamster in my house. Its name is Xiaojie.

There are many beans in my hamster food bag: soybeans, mung beans and red beans … but Xiaojie doesn't like them. There's really nothing I can do. But one day at noon, I ate melon seeds next to Xiaojie's cage. A melon seed accidentally fell into the cage. Xiaojie suddenly grabbed the melon seeds, bit off their skins and wolfed them down.

"Oh, Xiaojie used to love eating melon seeds." I was so happy that I poured all my melon seeds into the cage. After Xiaojie is full, he "collects" the remaining melon seeds.

The melon seeds at home are very expensive, and my mother will definitely disapprove of my giving them to hamsters. I thought about it and decided to secretly feed Xiaojie while my mother was sleeping.

At noon the next day, I sneaked into the kitchen and passed my mother's room. I crawled around for fear of making any noise. I saw Xiaojie touching his mouth with two small paws in the cage, as if laughing.

Feed melon seeds to Xiaojie every day, and I have deeper feelings with Xiaojie.

At the beginning of school, I had a problem when I was doing my math homework, which was too difficult for me to do. I'm a hothead. I sat on the ground and almost cried. Suddenly I saw Xiaojie rummaging around in the cage, rolling all the sawdust off his body and lying on his back, as if he were performing acrobatics and dancing. These actions made me laugh and put all the unhappy things behind me.

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One autumn night, I fell asleep and dreamed of that night. I was surrounded by a swarm of spiders. I struggled desperately and shouted. Then an artificial spider bit me. I lost consciousness in a daze. When I woke up, I found that I was a little spider. From then on, I can only live a life of eating people's blood every day. In this way, year after year passed, and I grew bigger and bigger. With my hard work and wisdom, I became a brave general, commanding thousands of spiders and ants. In the evening, we go out to find food together. During the day, we keep weaving nets, hoping that the bigger we weave, the more prey we catch. Some spiders hide in caves, waiting for their prey to spray poison gas. Ant soldier helped me with the hidden weapon. One day after being a general for two years, our enemy butterfly finally came. They have bows, arrows, swords and shields in their hands. We are all athletes from Qiang Bing. We spun silk to prepare hidden weapons and beat them to the ground. Later, their king came out with a sword in his hand and a dagger and ten darts hanging from his belt. Ah, Wang died crying ... Later, I became the Spider King. The story of me and the little animals-grandma's big cat. Grandma has a big cat. Already eight years old, equivalent to 50 years old. Obviously, it is already "grandpa". But the hands and feet are still very flexible, and climbing trees on the house is not a problem. This cat is very fat. Maybe grandma always feeds it delicious food! Its body is mostly tan with gray and black stripes in the middle. A pair of brown ears stood warily, and their eyes were as bright, round and thin as light bulbs. This big cat is very lazy. I am used to calling it "lazy". Every day it sleeps after eating, eats when it sleeps, and doesn't catch mice at night. One day at noon, I really couldn't get used to its lazy appearance. I can't restrain my emotions. I rushed into the room with a willow branch and taught it a lesson. It seemed to understand and went out in frustration. I followed it outside, thinking that it had repented and wanted to "work hard". Unexpectedly, it slipped into the haystack and fell asleep again in the warm sunshine. Lazy is also very naughty. One day when I was writing a composition, I wanted to copy the couplets at the door, so I went out to have a look. When I came back, I saw Lazy sitting in my seat, eating my pen intently. I flew into a rage and pushed down hard. "hey!" I just can't swallow it! I'll give you something powerful. I called my uncle and he immediately knocked the slacker to the ground. This time, the slacker seems to have fallen heavily. He sat on the ground for a long time before he "understood", and I was secretly happy: "Hum! Small sample, play with me, you are still young! " Just as I was elated, suddenly a lazy carp swooped under the cupboard. Before I could react, there was a scream from under the cupboard. I looked carefully, and there was a fat mouse in the big cat's mouth. At this moment, the slacker rolled his eyes, glanced at me and walked out at a steady pace, as if demonstrating. This is grandma's flower cat, lazy and naughty, but at the critical moment, she is still "brave"!

The story of me and small animals, written in 600 words in the sixth grade.

Disabled leopard

The fence in the yard was chewed down by termites, so I went to the mountain to cut wild bamboo and repair the fence. It's a long way. I brought a box of glutinous rice for lunch.

Luckily, I happened to meet a chicken when I was chopping bamboo. I killed it with one knife, plucked the hair, put it on with a bamboo stick and baked it on the fire. Soon, the fragrance was overflowing and my mouth was watering. The roast chicken is killed and eaten now, with golden color, shiny oil, crisp skin and tender meat. Alas, even the emperor can't enjoy this kind of fun!

I was so proud when I suddenly heard a squeaking sound coming from the impenetrable spotted grass on the left. I turned my head and almost scared to death-a colorful leopard head leaned out of the thatch. Leopards can swim, climb trees and run like flies. They are more difficult to deal with than tigers. Among hunters, there is a saying that there are two leopards, two pigs and three tigers (the first is a leopard, the second is a wild boar and the third is a tiger).

It is only a dozen meters away from me at most, and I dare not run. When I run, it will jump up and throw me out from behind easily. This guy must have been attracted by the smell of roast chicken. I had a brainwave and threw the undercooked chicken at him, hoping it would be greedy for delicious roast chicken and leave me alone.

The roast chicken rolled to the grass three or four meters away from the leopard's head. It picked up its nose and sniffed greedily. The long leopard's tongue kept licking its lips and slowly emerged from the thatched pile. A pair of big eyes stared at me and looked at the roast chicken, showing a hesitant expression. I was holding a wooden knife and my hair stood on end. After waiting for a while, it went to roast chicken. Thankfully, roast chicken is more interested in it than I am. I took the opportunity to stand up, step by step, ready to retreat to a safe distance, turned and flew away.

However, when its body was completely exposed from the spotted grass, I found that I didn't need to run away at all. I just took a quick step, which was enough to get rid of it, because one hind leg was bloody, one paw was gone, and the whole leg was hanging in the air. Oh, it turned out to be a disabled leopard!

Usually, people always think that wild animals in the forest, especially large wild animals, must be very strong, and their facial features and limbs are intact. This is a natural view. In fact, because the wild animals in the forest have no hospitals or any medical care system, and they are always in fierce competition in the jungle, the proportion of disabled people is quite high.

I don't know how this leopard's paw was broken. Maybe it was hit by a shotgun, maybe it was bitten off by a wild boar's fangs when catching wild boar, or maybe it was injured when competing with a jackal for food ... One thing I know very well is that all animals can hardly run and hunt when their forelimbs are injured. Once their hind limbs are injured, their center of gravity can't be balanced, so it is impossible to jump again.

The crippled leopard grabbed the roast chicken and wolfed it down. It can be seen that it has not eaten for several days, and it is skinny. It is still a female leopard, with two rows of breasts hanging down from her abdomen, which is also shriveled, like a shriveled loofah.

If I had known it was a disabled leopard, I wouldn't have foolishly thrown a delicious roast chicken at it. Now, it is too late to regret.

On the third morning, I got up to go to the toilet. I just opened the door, closed it like an electric shock and bolted it. A leopard with a money ring is lying in my yard! There is no doubt that this guy got into the yard from a gap in the fence that I haven't had time to repair.

I quickly removed the shotgun from the earth wall, filled the barrel with gunpowder and iron sand, and looked out from the wooden lattice window lattice. The leopard heard the door open and closed, and turned his head to my hut. Oh, dear! Either enemies don't get together or eat my disabled leopard with roast chicken! It is more gaunt than it was three days ago, with a dusty face and eyes full of gum.

I closed the latch. In my hunting career, all animals are instinctively afraid of the sound of pulling the bolt. They will jump and run away, or at least be so nervous that their hair will open, their ears will stand up and they will growl angrily. But at present, this disabled leopard is still lying on the ground, just looking at me with a sad face. I felt strange and couldn't help but take another look. I saw that its injured hind leg was exposed a few days ago, and the wound was seriously inflamed, festering and festering, emitting a stench. The carrion was covered with maggots. It was panting and its four leopard legs twitched stiffly. It seems to be dying.

Why should I waste bullets on a disabled leopard who is dying and too weak to stand up? More importantly, bullets will damage the beautiful leopard skin. I gave up the idea of shooting at once.

Seeing that I was looking at it through the window lattice, it struggled to move under the pomegranate tree on the left side of the yard and shuttled back and forth between me and the pomegranate tree with a little pleading eyes, as if eager to bridge the gap between me and the pomegranate tree. I'm confused. I opened the door, put my hand on the trigger, pointed the gun at the head of the multicolored leopard, and walked carefully to see what happened.

Under the pomegranate tree, there lies a little leopard! This little leopard is about the size of a cat, and its eyes haven't opened yet. Its body is covered with grass and mud, crawling feebly. The disabled leopard climbed up to the little leopard, stuck out his long tongue and pushed the little leopard like a ball, pushing it towards me bit by bit.

"Shh-shh-"I waved my shotgun to stop it, but it stubbornly pushed the little leopard in front of me. I stepped back step by step, and its painful eyes stared at me closely, and its expression looked very depressed and disappointed, and it also gave me a light roar of "Oh-". This is by no means a threatening roar, but a sad plea.

I suddenly had a bold idea. This disabled leopard came to my yard early in the morning, not to steal livestock or hurt me. I thought of it out of desperation. It seems that she is a lactating female leopard. Unfortunately, she was badly injured in her hind legs when hunting, and she could not find food or secrete fragrant milk. Just gave birth to several cubs, one after another starved to death, and finally only this cub was left, which was starving. Knowing that he would not live long and didn't want to lose his last baby, he endured the pain and climbed into Wanguanglong Village from the mountain under the cover of night.

I handled it three days ago. It remembered my smell and found my home with the keen sense of smell of the cat. He mistakenly thought that I threw it to him out of pity. He thinks I'm a good man and will help him adopt this cub.

He was dying, breathing more and more rapidly, and it became more and more difficult. His body was so painful that he couldn't even climb up, but his tongue was still shaking stubbornly, trying to push the little leopard in front of me. The leopard's eyes are still staring at me expectantly.

I seem to be inspired by something mysterious. I threw away the shotgun, bent down and picked up the little leopard, put it on my arm, stroked its back and kissed its furry cheek.

The disabled leopard's eyes showed a look of relief. The leopard's tail slowly drew a circle in the air and then froze.

The story composition of hunters and small animals is 600 words.

In the forest, there is a leafy tree, which is a paradise for birds to live happily. In the morning, the birds sing softly. At dusk, birds dance and play. However, one sunny morning, a hunter came with a shotgun. ...

A hunter came under the tree, pulled out his gun from behind and pointed it at the birds. All the birds died. Since then, there have been no birds singing in the Woods, let alone dancing. This forest is very desolate. After that, Grandpa Tree got sick. No woodpeckers and birds came to see Grandpa Tree, and no birds came to see Grandpa Tree. However, the hunter's house is not far from here, and the neighbors don't know what is going on. Why can't birds come to listen to these songs? Can't see the dance? When the neighbors learned the truth, they all accused the hunter: "Why did you kill birds?" But the hunter replied, "Birds can be sold for money." Later, no one wanted to be friends with hunters.

This is what happens when you kill birds. Don't you know who made you destroy and pollute the environment? "Environmental pollution is condemned, and environmental protection is praised by thousands of people." If human beings don't protect the environment, what happens to animals will come to human beings one day.

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My little dog is very cute, with a pair of big amber eyes embedded in its round head. It has a pink tongue, which always sticks out in summer. Its limbs are strong and its claws are white. That's cute.

When a puppy eats, it always smells it with its nose first, and then licks it slowly with its tongue. Whenever I put cakes and oil cakes in my hand, the dog not only eats quickly, but also eats with relish.

One day, a little black dog was gnawing at a bone, and the puppy immediately rushed to grab it. When the little black dog flashed, the puppy closed its eyes. Then, the puppy suddenly stood up, his front paws stretched forward, his body leaned back, his tail straightened and he jumped on the little black dog. The little black dog screamed and fought with the puppy. They shouted and jumped. The puppy seized the opportunity and bit the little black dog's leg hard. With a scream, the little black dog limped away with its tail between its legs. The puppy licked his body on the ground and ate the "trophy" with relish.

How can I not like such a cute and brave puppy?

If it is happy, it can be more diligent and gentle than anyone else. It will bark at you a few times, or rub your leg and let you hold it in your arms and touch it gently. It will lie in your arms and enjoy your caress, just like a gentle child. And considerate. When you do your homework, it won't make any noise. It just lies quietly beside you, staring at you, or playing by itself, but it won't bother you. But if it is unhappy and depressed, if you call it, it will ignore you, preferring to hide in the corner, curl up and sleep soundly; At this time, if you scold him, he will get angry with you as soon as his small temper comes up, and then he will "run away from home" and go out for a day without seeing the shadow, making you miss him.

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The story of me and the little animals-grandma's big cat.

Grandma has a big cat. It is eight years old, which is equivalent to fifty years old. Obviously, it is already a "grandfather", but its hands and feet are still very flexible, and it is not a problem to climb trees on the house.

This cat is very fat. Maybe grandma always feeds it delicious food! Its body is mostly tan with gray and black stripes in the middle. A pair of brown ears stood warily, and their eyes were as bright, round and thin as light bulbs.

This big cat is very lazy. I'm used to calling them "slackers". I sleep after eating every day, eat when I sleep, and don't catch mice at night. One day at noon, I really couldn't get used to its lazy appearance. I can't restrain my emotions. I rushed into the room with a willow branch and taught it a lesson. It seemed to understand and went out in frustration. I followed it outside, thinking that it had to "work hard" to turn over a new leaf. Who knows, it slipped into the haystack and fell asleep again in the warm sunshine.

Lazy is also very naughty. One day when I was writing a composition, I wanted to copy the couplets at the door, so I went out to have a look. When I came back, I saw Lazy sitting in my seat, eating my pen intently. I flew into a rage and pushed down hard. "hey!" It just won't go on! I'll give you something terrible. I called my uncle and he immediately knocked the lazy boy to the ground. This time, the lazy boy seems to have fallen heavily. He sat on the ground for a long time before he "understood", and I was secretly happy: "Hum! Small sample, play with me, you are still young! " Just as I was elated, suddenly a lazy carp swooped under the cupboard. Before I could react, there was a scream from under the cupboard. I looked carefully, and there was a fat mouse in the big cat's mouth. At this moment, the lazy cat rolled her eyes at me and walked out at a steady pace, as if in a demonstration.

The Story of Fruits and Small Animals Primary School Composition

Once upon a time, there was a forest kingdom. There are birds and flowers in spring, trees in summer, melons and fruits in autumn and snow in winter.

There are two villages: one is an animal family, and the leader is a fierce lion. The other village is a bird family, and the leader is of course an eagle, the overlord of birds.

One day, the lion, the leader of the animal family, discussed with its residents and decided to develop an orchard and plant peaches, pears, melons and apricots, so that they could have fruit all year round.

The residents readily agreed, except for the little bat. It turns out that this little bat is lazy and only knows how to eat, drink and be merry all day.

The big lion shouted, "anyone who participates in the orchard construction will get a free ticket." Fruits are produced and they can pick them at will. "

The little bat made an excuse and said, "I am a bird." Look, I have wings. " Say that finish, spread your wings and fly away.

Another day, Eagle, the leader of the bird family, discussed with its residents to build an amusement park, and the residents happily agreed. The little bat thought, I'd better sleep late, and made another excuse and said, "I belong to the rodent family." Say that finish and fly away.

Several years passed, and the orchard of the animal family bore fruit. The little bat saw the animals eating fruit with relish and wanted to eat it, too. The little bat pleaded, "Uncle Lion, please give me something to eat.". I am so hungry that frogs croak! " "

The lion said, "Hum! Who told you not to work in the first place? " With that, the lion kicked it away with his foot.

The little bat flew and flew to the amusement park of the bird's house. When he saw the birds playing in the amusement park, he was very envious and said to the eagle, "Brother Eagle, will you let me go in and play?" The eagle said, "aren't you from the animal family?" How can you come to our Bird Amusement Park? " Hearing this, the little bat blushed and flew away.

The little bat knew his mistake, learned from it, took an active part in group activities and tried to help others.

Later, the lion and the eagle were moved by its behavior and invited the little bat. So the little bat returned to them, and the little bat felt very happy.

My story with animals was written in 600 words.

Me and the puppy

How much I miss my inseparable "good partner"-every household.

Every family is a lovely puppy. Round head with a pair of bright eyes, and then put on a brown dress. Oh! Don't mention how cute.

In retrospect, my family and I were so happy at that time. Every morning, I take a shower, have breakfast and go to school happily. Every family always follows me all the way, as if protecting me. Until I got to the station, until I got on the bus safely, until the car galloped on the road, until the car disappeared from everyone's sight, it refused to go home.

Every time I come home from school and get off the bus, I can always see the familiar figure of every household. It always sticks out its little head and wags its furry tail and runs to me. Then, the two of us skipped all the way and went home happily.

However, last summer vacation, my family left me forever. Went to a beautiful and quiet paradise.

On that day, the scorching sun scorched the earth mercilessly. In the high temperature of 40 degrees, I blew the air conditioner and watched TV with my parents at home. I looked at it and thought of every family. I think, on such a hot day, everyone must be hot! I went downstairs to see it in a panic. As I expected, it was unbearably hot. Show your long tongue and gasp. I can't take it into the air-conditioned room to blow the air conditioner. I can't help but let it take a cold bath. There is a small pond in my house, and the water is not deep. Every family used to play here with me. I picked up every household, came to the pool and gently put it in. But as soon as I let go, I heard everyone scream. Then, I watched it sink stiffly. I panicked at once, shouted at my Lord, and tried to catch everyone with a stick. Grandpa and uncle came first. As soon as my uncle saw it, he took the stick in my hand and slowly fished everyone up with it, shouting "turn off the electricity and turn off the water pump." It took me a long time to understand. It turns out that when I visited my family in the swimming pool, the water pump at the bottom of the pool was working, and water was a very conductive object. I looked at the body of my dear family, and my eyes were wet. How I regret it. If only it were not summer; If only the pump were broken; If water cannot conduct electricity, it will be an insulator; If only everyone could open their eyes and run and play with me. But nothing is possible, everything has happened. Later, my parents buried their families in the garden where they loved to play with me before they died.

In this way, everyone left me without looking back. How much I want to see every family now, how much I want it to protect me all the way to the station, and how much I want it to run towards me when I get off the bus.

Ah! Ladies and gentlemen, I want to say to you: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was really wrong, young master was really wrong!" " Did you hear that? Young master is wrong! "

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