Imitation of the white goose to write a parrot, imitation of the egret composition parrot imitation

Cute parrots.

I'm a big kid, and I'm very hungry for anything. My uncle loved birds, so I asked him for a budgie parrot.

The budgie has blue and yellow fur, mostly blue wings, and a yellowish tip of the tail. I call it a little yellow.

Ever since I brought this parrot, I had a great idea: to teach it to perform acrobatics.

I tapped the left side of the birdcage with my chopsticks, and with very little force, a little yellow was a little frightened, and jumped to the right. However, I used too little force, but after a few moments a little yellow seemed to get used to the tapping. I turned the "horsepower" to the maximum, and the "bang bang bang" was a little yellow and flew around in the birdcage, but my intention was to let it fly to the right.

And my grandmother heard the loud noise and angrily reprimanded me. A little yellow heard it and called a few times. Because it took a lot of strength, I was already sweating profusely, and I was even reprimanded, and Huang was not grateful at all, "Hmph!

You avenged bird, I am your master! You also! And schadenfreude!

A little yellow ignores me. I looked at it closely, with its sharp mouth, its messy hair, and its "arrogant" attitude.

Outside, outside, outside! I yelled at it.

Chirp - "It's back to me."

Outside, outside, outside! "I shouted again.

Chirp - "It goes back again."

Wow, I called 3 words, and it also called 3 words! Unexpectedly, before I knew it, I still discovered a little bit of yellow's potential.

Time flies, in a flash, two years, a little yellow has already been sent away by his father. I'm already a fifth-grader, I'm no longer a "kid", I won't talk to birds anymore, and now, two years later, are you still alive with a little yellow? Remember me?

It's better to write it yourself.

The emm essay note has something similar.

Roll the calves, no, what else to search if you can.

Parrots like to stop on large trees, with a pair of flesh-colored little paws clinging to the branches. It is very bright in color, the feathers on its head are like a yellow turban, embroidered with gray cocoons, the feathers on its back are like a pale green tunic, and the feathers on its belly are like a blouse. The house is small and exquisite, with a pair of translucent and flexible eyes, and a curved and sharp mouth.

The parrot chirped crisply, loved to fly around the tree, and in a blink of an eye, it gently stopped on the branch. It stared motionlessly at the fruit of the tree, ready to bite open the shell of the seed with its pincer-like mouth.

The parrot found its target, its wings, flew over like an arrow, picked up the seed, landed on the branch, gently bit open the seed shell with its pincer beak, threw it aside, and ate it with relish, only the leaves were still shaking.

I really want to catch a parrot. Grandpa looked at me and said, "Son, the parrot is our friend, and sometimes you may think that you have helped it, but you have hurt it; Sometimes you might hurt our cute parrot for the sake of your own love?

Do you think the parrot is domesticated or is it free to live happily? ”

Listening to my grandfather's words, my face turned a little red, and I dispelled this idea. Whenever the parrot came, I watched it from afar, wishing it would stop on the branches for a little longer.