Composition topic: shrimp
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Word count: 1200 word composition
This article is suitable for: senior one and senior three.
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This composition is about 1200 words in Grade Three. The title is "Shrimp". Welcome to contribute enthusiastically. I like small animals very much. Remember to take a kitten home despite my mother's opposition; I once loved a lovely white rabbit, and even shed tears for the death of a sparrow that had been raised for three days ... With the growth of age, many interesting childhood stories have been forgotten, but a respectable and lovely little black shrimp is always in my mind, which reminds me of infinite reverie.
It was still a childhood ... don't underestimate it, it is very brave.
One noon, the warm sunshine shone on the river. My brother and I are digging earthworms. "Brother, there is a shrimp there." "Where?" I am busy asking. "There it is." I immediately went to where the shrimp was. Shrimp-the little creature I miss now-sat there quietly. When I gently walked two steps away from it, a green shrimp much bigger than the little black shrimp suddenly rushed in front of it, waving big claws and blowing a beard. It means: get out!
I want to catch them all, but I'm afraid I'll disturb them and get a bamboo basket to draw water-nothing. So I thought, why not wait for the big blue shrimp to drive away the little black shrimp and then catch the big blue shrimp? I moved forward slowly. I didn't expect the little black shrimp to bow its tail and rush to the big green shrimp with its claws. It seems that the big green shrimp didn't expect the little black shrimp to dare to resist, so it couldn't help but retreat. The little black shrimp flicked its tail. Two claws stabbed the Macrobrachium nippon like two little black swords, and caught the root of Macrobrachium nippon tentacles. The big blue shrimp panicked, but did not give up resistance. They also frantically clamped black shrimp with big pliers, and both sides were struggling. I was stunned by it, but I was cheering and clapping for the little black shrimp. The water plants on the side also shook their heads, as if cheering for the little black shrimp. Gradually, both sides failed, but the little black shrimp still struggled, and the little paws got tighter and tighter. The big green shrimp finally retreated and yanked with all its strength. The little black shrimp couldn't help but let go, and the big green shrimp jumped "Shu" and went straight to the aquatic plants. I quickly took a half step, copied my hand in the water grass, and threw the water grass and two shrimps onto the shore. The big green shrimp jumped a few times and was caught by my brother without moving. But the little black shrimp jumped a few times stubbornly. When my hand approached it, it jumped up and jumped towards the river. This brave, tenacious, indomitable and unrestrained little life is really pleasing to the eye. I think, don't be afraid, I'll take you to a happy life.
"Shrimp is difficult to feed in a bottle." After listening to what the adults said, I looked at this little animal that seemed to wander in the water, and I couldn't help but feel a little worried, but I couldn't bear to let go of this lovely little thing. A few days later, the big green shrimp sank to the bottom of the water, motionless, and my little black shrimp was dying. "Let it go!
Brother said, "Don't hurt it because you love it." ""hmm. " I am a little sad to answer. Alas, I really regret not letting go at that time. That afternoon, after school, I was worried about the little black shrimp rushing home and watching my brother throw it in the ditch with the big green shrimp. I couldn't help being surprised to see the little black shrimp. Ah!
I was stunned by what I saw. The little black shrimp is lying four or five meters away from the water bottle. The watermark is still wet, but the little black shrimp is dead.
I came to the river with the little black shrimp in my arms.
This used to be the place where little black shrimp lived, roamed, played and fought. Now it comes again, but it is no longer a lively and dignified shrimp. A dead shrimp with long tentacles and loose claws, like a warrior who died in battle, died not in the hands of the enemy, but in the bottle of someone who loved it. No, it died for freedom. What it needs is not a comfortable environment, but a hug from nature ... but now, I silently put it into the water and watched the shrimp being washed away by the water. My eyes are moist and fuzzy, watching silently. I really hope it wakes up and gets into the grass ... ah!
No, never.
The sunset silently sprinkled the residual glow on the river, like a colorful wreath for the little black shrimp; The river flows quietly, as if playing a sad music for the little black shrimp; The grass is motionless, as if mourning for my former partner. There was silence all around, and I was the only one by the river ... I was moved by the tenacious spirit of the little black shrimp, but the death of the little black shrimp also left me an unforgettable lesson. Twilight is getting thicker and thicker, and I am still standing by the river, unable to bear to leave for a long time and lost in meditation. I remember when I was sad about the death of my beloved white rabbit, my father told a story about raising birds in Lv Hou: During the Spring and Autumn Period, Lv Hou accidentally got a seabird, and he worshipped it as a god, enshrined it in the ancestral temple, played the tune of Yu Shunshi, and fed it with beef, sheep and pork. Seabirds are dizzy and dare not eat a piece of meat or drink a glass of wine. They screamed all day and died a few days later. Of course I'm not Lv Hou, but I finally killed the little black shrimp because of love. Is it different from the practice of raising birds in Lv Hou? "Love is not in place, and education is not in place." Isn't that why the little black shrimp died? Therefore, I think the elders love the younger generation. Should people learn something from the death of black shrimp for their own career?