Funny things between small animals or you saved it, he thanked you for the composition

Your mother, Death... In Hakka.

Puppy Yellow Lion.

Tung Lok Middle School Huhe.

I have a docile dog whose name is "Yellow Lion" and whose fur is almost all yellow. this one.

When my dog was small, I loved to hit it in the mouth with my hand. When I hit it, it bites my hand, not hard, of course.

It's just a reminder to tell me not to take a heavy hit.

Later, I taught it to put its first two feet on my hands. In the beginning, it won't do. Call it to take the left.

It's just right, and it's really annoying. But I didn't lose heart, I continued to teach it, and it finally learned. Appear.

The excellent performance on its two feet has won the likes of many people and a lot of things to eat. Everybody praises it.

It's an obedient dog.

As time went by, my affection for it grew deeper. When I come home from school, as long as I don't see it, I want it.

Go ask your parents. During the winter vacation that year, it ran to ** without knowing it, and I was very worried because it didn't have two days.

It's back. During those two days, I asked my parents several times a day. Fear that it will be poisoned by someone else, or that it will be poisoned by someone else.

Kill and eat. On the afternoon of the third day, it appeared, but froze by the fish pond, as if it did not know which one.

It's the way home. After staying for a while, he slowly walked away. Fortunately, the neighbor found it and asked Mom to take it.

Hugged back. We found that it had been poisoned, and although it was not dead, it was poisoned to the point of confusion. I.

I thought to myself, "Yellow Lion" is really hard. I sympathize with it!

"Yellow Lion" finally survived the difficulty of being poisoned, and returned to its original lively and cute, I like it so much! I wish.

The Yellow Lion "has lived happily and quietly ever since."

I have raised many animals, including ducklings, goldfish, hamsters, etc., and they have spent many wonderful times with me, among them, the little white rabbit is the most profound memory in my life.

This little white rabbit was bought for me by my mother on my birthday. When the little white rabbit came to my house, he was sleeping sweetly in a brown cardboard box, which was very cute. Look at!

The long pink ears, the ruby eyes, the two big white teeth protruding from the outside of the mouth, the white feathers, the touch is extremely slippery, I really want to pick it up immediately. However, I was afraid that her sweet dreams would be woken up by me.

In fairy tales, the white rabbit is very proud, but I just don't believe it. So, I took the white rabbit to the playground and ran with it. The two of us stood on the starting line, and at my command, we ran out of the starting line like arrows off the string, and at first I could still run past the little white rabbit, but, slowly, the little white rabbit ran more and more vigorously, to my surprise.

Seeing that the little white rabbit was about to run away, my heart was immediately a little unconvinced, I actually lost to an animal. Suddenly, the little white rabbit stopped and stood there motionless. I was so happy that I thought it was really as lazy as it was in the story.

However, to my surprise, when I was about a meter away from the white rabbit, the white rabbit immediately rushed to the finish line and finished in less than five seconds. Yes! My eyes widened, and I thought, Little White Rabbit, you actually played me.

I was so angry that I wanted to tear it in half. But who is to blame for this? Blame me for being too stupid to see through the White Rabbit's tricks.

A wide and boundless net, catching everything from me. There are sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy, and I have never forgotten each of them, because it makes me feel very guilty to this day.

It was an incident when I was in third grade, and I don't know who threw a small scrap of paper under my seat and was seen by the health class leader. At that time, she said that she was going to sue the teacher. Later, I retorted a few words and said:

This was thrown at me by someone else. But she said disdainfully: "No matter, who let you see it?"

After saying that, he hurriedly told the teacher.

Later, she went to tell the teacher later. I wrote my name on the blackboard at the back, because the head teacher set a rule at that time: anyone who has garbage under their seat will be fined.

I'm like an ant in a hot pan, hovering in front of my seat all the time. Alas! There is no choice but to wait!

Bell ......"It's time for class. I immediately sat in my seat and prepared for class. Unexpectedly, the head teacher read the list of punishments.

When it came to me, I unconsciously said, "I didn't throw it." "Later, the head teacher pulled me out.

Keep asking me, "Did you throw it away?" "I don't know why I keep saying:

I didn't throw it. "It's still so loud. ......Alas!

What bad luck! Not only did I stand outside for the afternoon, but I also removed my language class representative.

At first, I thought I was right. However, the older I get, the more guilty I feel. You shouldn't talk back to your teacher. This is a loss of my duty as a student.

Now I'm a sixth-grader, and since that incident, I haven't had an argument with the teacher anymore. When I think about it, I feel both naïve and guilty.

All in all, I realized a truth through that incident: teachers are just like our parents, teaching us knowledge and caring about our growth, and students should abide by their duties; Teachers should be respected and not beyond their own protective circle. Otherwise, you will be punished, you will be blamed for yourself and guilt in your heart.