Essay in English describing the autumn migration of geese

Once upon a time, in a forest, there was a female goose.

On this day, the female goose laid many eggs, twenty in all! The female goose changes her eggs with new hay every day, using her warm body to give the eggs a high enough temperature. In this way, whether it is windy or rainy, or the scorching sun, the female geese have always lived the same life.

In the spring, the female goose suddenly noticed that there were several broken lines on the eggs. Vestige! The female goose began to think that she had accidentally broken it, so she raised her eggs more carefully.

Soon after, a goose emerged from the egg. The female goose screamed happily and said, "Little darlings, you are so cute, like angels descending to earth!"

The female goose put the little green worm she had just caught into the nest, and the geese scrambled to eat it.

After eating, the female goose said, "Children, I will start teaching you to fly in a few days, so be ready!" ”

After a few days, the female geese began to teach the geese how to fly. The female goose said solemnly: "Okay, when you are migrating, there is a leading geese, who do you choose?"

The geese said in unison: "Xiaofei! "Okay, then Xiaofei!

The female geese taught the geese to fly, and they quickly learned it. The female goose was satisfied.

In the blink of an eye, it's time to really migrate. But in the summer, the female goose was shot and killed by a hunter who went up the mountain to hunt.

In autumn, the "leading goose" Xiaofei said: "It's too cold here, we have to fly south to spend the winter, and come back next spring." Xiao Fei said: "The south is far, far away, and you can't give up halfway." ”

It's time to go! The geese flew into the sky, chasing the wind and chasing the clouds. Fly! Fly!

At this time, two of the geese said, "We are tired and hungry, so we will go down first, and then we will chase you later." "The two geese went down, but they were saying that they might just spend the winter here. When he got to the ground, he slept in the hollow of the tree and never caught up again.

The other eighteen little geese are flying! Fly! It took a long time to fly to get to the south.

When they got to the south, they looked for food and built nests, and they didn't die of exhaustion or starvation on the way. One of the geese said, "Huh? Where are the two geese who went down to rest halfway? By this time, they were shivering in the hollow of the tree!

Yes, if you give up halfway, there will be no good end, and you can only achieve your ideals by persevering to the end.

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Express the author's love for wild geese. In the author's pen, the wild geese are cute, and the people and the wild geese live in harmony and are full of interest.

Modern Aldo Leopold's "The Return of the Wild Goose" original text:

The arrival of a swallow is not a sign of spring, but it is when a flock of geese breaks through the fog of the warm March current.

If a master cardinal sings to the warm current and finds that it is mistaken, it can correct its mistake and continue its winter silence.

If a chipmunk wants to come out to bask in the sun, but encounters a blizzard, he can also go back to sleep; And a regularly migrating wild goose has made a bet to fly 200 miles in the dark, and it will not be so easy for it to withdraw once it has set off.

The geese that announce the new season to our farm know a lot of things, including Wisconsin regulations. The flocks of birds flying south in November flew high over our heads, and even when they spotted the beaches and swamps they loved, they were almost silent.

The crow is generally thought to fly straight, but its flight is curved compared to the wild goose, which flies 200 miles south unswervingly to the nearest Great Lake.

When the geese arrive at their destination, they sometimes wander on the wide water, sometimes they run to the freshly harvested corn fields to collect corn kernels. The geese know that from dawn to nightfall, at every marshland and pond, there are shotguns aimed at them.

The geese in March are different. Although they can be subjected to ** for most of the winter, now is the time of truce. They twisted and turned down the winding river, through hunting spots and small islands that were now devoid of shotguns, and whispered to every beach as if they were to a long-lost friend.

They zigzag their way through the swamps and meadows low, greeting every puddle and pond that has just melted. After a few tentative hovers over our swamp, their white tails toward the hills in the distance, finally slowly flapping their black wings and gliding silently down the pond.

As soon as we touch the water, our newly arrived guests scream, as if their splash can shake off the winter on the fragile cattail. Our geese are back. Thank you very much for your patience** and have a great day if it helps! Thank you!

Waving goodbye to the clouds of childhood, happiness has long been taken away by the autumn flying geese.

Facing the flower season like a song, the rainy season of poetry. Like a song? Sing a poignant song; Also poetry? Write a melancholy poem.

Countless times of "Waterloo", the heart of loss will come to my heart, and countless times of contemplation will turn into bitter tears. The ancients said that "the deceased is like Sifu", and time has indeed drifted by like flowing water, floating in blank and empty eyes. Every time I make up my mind, I will be destroyed by my parents' cold words, and the wisps of bitter troubles will become an endless cycle.

Annoyance, annoyance, too much, too much ......

There are thousands of sighs in the amount of homework, and it is difficult for the teacher to laugh and play.

Every time I stay up late, I quietly sip a few sips of tea, and the light tip of the unaccompanied pen is light, and I ...... like a ballet

When I saw this article, I couldn't help laughing, but now I finally understand the author's difficulties.

In the face of countless questions, I am sometimes in a daze, and the questions seem to turn into countless shadows, floating in front of me. The sea of questions is boundless, but what about people's energy? Energy is limited!

Food, clothing, learning, and ...... on the backThey were all beautiful petals, but they were supposed to be beautiful petals, but now they disappeared into the distant landscape one by one.

Looking out the window, there are some things that have been rendered by spring, and even the fog has been filtered, like a layer of green tulle, elegant, chic ......But what about the spring in my heart? It has been covered by snow.

When I was a child, I held a kite in my hand and let it fly in the blue sky, and my heart began to fly.

But now, my heart is like a heavy iron shackle, looking out the window, looking at the blue sky, how can I fly with broken wings? When the spring flowers are full of windows, how can you let go of the dreams in your heart?

So he picked up the heavy pen and roamed ...... in the sea of questions with tears

When my father lifted the huge palm, when my mother tore open her voice, my eyes were often closed, and I was calm, very stable, calm and dull, calm and programmed.

How many nights, reading at night, how many nights, writing hard ......However, in exchange, it was only petals that were crushed all the way.

This math test, I faced it calmly, but the sweat on my forehead still merged into a stream, the test results were still unsatisfactory, and many beautiful dreams were in vain.

Is this what I have achieved with all my hard work?

I always felt that God had given me a pair of heavy wings to fly like a lonely goose, but I never got the results that I was very satisfied with. Oh, I'm a goose flying in the sky, hoping that one day I'll reach the other side of the ideal ......

Waving goodbye to the clouds of childhood, happiness has been taken away by the autumn flying geese.

Trouble is just a grain of sand, and sand can't stop the pace of progress.

The wind rose, and the geese flew away ......