Primary 6 read 11 children s poems from Listening to the Birds 244 256

I love birds.

In the past, in the countryside, there were trees everywhere, and where there were trees, there were birds, and there were many trees. When the wheat is yellow, the yellow oriole opens its throat before dawn, "Barley barley is yellow, barley is yellow!" In the summer, the cuckoo cries "cuckoo-cuckoo-" unhurriedly, and there is an unnamed bird that cries "drip, drip" when the sky is not raining.

Skylarks, pulsatillas, grey magpies, swallows, ......The most numerous are sparrows, in the fields, on the grass, in the bushes, hundreds of them rise up in a hurry, and disappear without a trace in an instant.

In the first few years of entering the city, there were many tall sycamores outside the walls of the dormitory. In the early morning and evening, flocks of birds gathered in the trees to hold a cheerful and lively "forest meeting" on time. In the sound of birds, we ushered in the morning glow and sent away the sunset.

I felt like I was in the countryside again. Later, due to urban construction and transformation, the sycamore was cut down, and the crisp birdsong became a distant dream in memory. Occasionally, I see three or two birds flying over the city in horror, and I often feel stunned.

Noise, environmental pollution, destruction of ecological resources, ** and the home of birds?

Bird language is the most beautiful language in the world. On holidays, I prefer to go to the mountains to listen to the birds. Find a deep forest and lie quietly on the ground covered with fallen leaves, and then your heart is close to the heart of the mountain.

Watch the birds jump from tree to tree, and listen to the sound of birds in the depths of the green shade, flickering, flickering, flickering, flickering, flickering near. Naughty, hula la, like the summer week, sprinkled all over the sky until the whole body is drenched.

Birds are the most beautiful supernatural creatures in the world. There is nothing more handsome than a bird, with a long tail, a pointed beak, bright and smooth feathers, a beautiful streamlined body, and a graceful and fluent singing. I often think of the green rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River, a pair of egrets, curled up on one leg, with their necks shrunk, or flying low in the dusk sky, backed by green mountains and green terraced fields, what a beautiful painting, giving life a lot of poetry.

Not only that, birds play an active role in inhibiting agricultural and forestry pests and rodent pests, regulating the ecological balance of nature, and providing people with direct daily necessities, and also have high research value in biological evolution, seed dispersal, bionics, climatology, etc.

If there were no birds in the sky and no birds in life, how lonely would human beings be. Give a little more love to bird friends, so that we can have a common home.

Northern Shaanxi, the plateau of songs.

Remembering Xian Xinghai. To Fu Cong Beethoven.

I made a student of Karajan.

Learn to draw memories. Qi Baishi painted shrimp three changes to sunflowers.

Women in the revolutionary period, how strong!

Let's have a common home.

After reading "Listening to the Birds".

Trees can be seen anywhere in the village, and there are flocks of birds on the trees, ready to have a cheerful and lively "forest meeting".Not ...... though

The hometown of the young author in the article is full of birds. In the fields, hundreds of people surged up. Outside the walls of the dormitory are tall plane trees.

Early in the morning, many birds have a "** meeting" in the treesHowever, in recent years, due to urban construction and renovation, the birds have been left homeless. The author appeals:

Please protect our bird friends and let us have a common home.

When we were younger, we all loved to catch birds. I remember one time I caught a bird in my yard and put it in a cage. I poured some water on it, but it was jumping around and screaming again.

I was very angry and said, "I don't give you face so much, I won't give you food today!" Who told you to scream!

The next day, I saw that it was very weak, and I saw it looking at the birds on the telephone pole opposite, chirping in a low voice, and they seemed to be talking. Looking at the scene in front of me, I finally relented and made a final decision: let it go.

I opened the cage and let it eat something first, then held it in the palm of my hand and released it into the sky. I saw it spread its plump and beautiful wings and flew towards its companions, and the other two birds flew at the same time. After happily circling in the air, they stood on the roof of my house for a while and flew away.

If there were no birds in the sky and no birds in life, how lonely would human beings be. Give a little more love to bird friends, so that we can have a common home.