I am a snail at the foot of the pyramid, carrying a heavy shell and looking up at the clear blue sky. I walked along the roof of the pyramid and heard the stiff sound of flies flapping their wings.
Originally, I only planned to climb to the bright spot with bright sunshine, but the sun kept climbing, so I forgot the mark I made and slowly moved closer to the temptation of light. This is a magical trip.
The roasting during the day is suffocating and hot. Can't see the vitality of the green wind and waves. Only the yellow sand and the desolate and lonely pyramids stand proudly, shocking curious tourists.
The goshawk leaned down and tried to be humble. He smiled and said, "Little fellow, do you want to conquer this pyramid?" Go home to your mother! "Say that finish, vigorous figure hovering, is the vitality and pride in the yellow sand, is also wild.
I haven't thought about climbing to the top of the tower, but I just want to climb step by step, beyond yesterday, and I will set off again after dawn to follow the temptation of light in my heart. In the dim light, I seem to have grasped the rope of fate, followed this magical rope, slowly slipped out of my trace on the tower ridge, frozen in the wind and sun, and shouted my ambition.
Gradually increase one centimeter by one centimeter, even if you take a nap at the bulge. Even if I slide back a few centimeters in a steep place, I never want to give up. This time I strengthened my confidence.
Composition of a big tree and a small snail, 200 words, grade three.
There is a lovely snail in my home. I found this little snail in the flower bed.
The snail is brown all over and carries a spiral "small house". This is its shell. This snail is very timid. As long as I gently touch its shell, it will immediately retract its whole body. After a while, it will stick its head out of the shell a little bit, just like a scout.
This little snail has two pairs of antennae, one long and the other short. The short pair grows below, just like two probes. If its tentacles touch something during crawling, it will stop or crawl around. The long pair grows on it, and those are its eyes.
The little snail climbs slowly, but there is always a silvery white "path" where it climbs. I asked my mother curiously, "mom, mom, why did the snail leave this" path "where it climbed?" My mother touched my head and told me, "That's because snails crawl with their stomachs and feet. When it crawls, it secretes a kind of mucus, which can not only help it climb quickly, but also prevent it from falling when crawling underground or on a straight wall. " Oh, there is such a magical effect.
Small snails like to grow in dark and humid places. So it often comes out at night when the dew is heavy. It likes to eat vegetable leaves, so it is also a naughty "destroyer".
The composition of grade three is 200 words, please don't look for it online.
What is a water snail
Fairy tale composition 200 words about the composition between green baby, snail and lark
One day, my father and I went to the pet store and bought a lark. It is gray all over, with a pointed mouth, a long tail and round eyes. It's very cute.
Larks especially like to eat millet. When they are full, they fly to the top of the cage to sing and bring joy to our family. Once, when I was lifting the cage, the bottom of the cage suddenly fell, and the lark flew to the sofa. I am anxious and angry that the quality of the cage is poor, and I am anxious whether the bird can be caught back. I climbed over and jumped at it, but it was empty. It flew to the book again. This time, I am more careful. I crept over and caught it from behind. The lark struggled desperately, and I quickly put it back in the cage regardless of its feelings. Since then, I have often checked the cage and guarded it carefully. I think lark is smart and lovely. It has spent many happy times with me. But larks don't seem happy. It flies around the cage all day and often bumps into the cage. It seems to be looking for something. It is lonely and helpless. ...
Finally, my lark died and I was sad for a long time. Dad said it was a bird fighting for its survival. It seems that the bird can't be kept in a cage. It should be put back into the embrace of nature. This is the true love for it.
Snail's life composition 200 words
Only to find that my brother was grasping at salt and was at a loss. I think it is a shame that my brother killed a small snail that has nothing to do with himself. I don't care, but also take the lives of chickens and cows? You must hurt these poor little animals. He said that his brother grabbed something shiny and ran away after the rain. I put snails on the coffee table and have the right to live. I spilled it on snails. I went to play in the garden on the second floor of my house, as if to wake up its companion. It turns out that snails are also a small life. I stopped him: Why is my brother so cruel? Animals should still be bubbling around the shell like us. My brother was later educated by me: "Oh, let him know something. I was wrong and found many snails crawling slowly on the ground. " When I returned to the hall, I soon became a lifeless liquid! I have long heard that snails will melt when sprinkled with salt, so I caught two and went home to play. I went to the kitchen and cut some radishes for the snail. It looked at the empty shell, but it didn't help. Suddenly, I didn't get hit by a "shell" of salt particles. Fortunately, one of them is safe, and my body is melted in half. The other one was shot and rolled in pain, and we survived for food. Another snail is slowly approaching, which is too bad.
Write a short story about a snail climbing to its destination and finally reaching the other side of success, and be given a philosophy of about 200 words.
One day, a little snail fought bravely with ideals.
Write a 200-word snail weekly diary.
You can observe the characteristics of snails, such as the way they walk, or you can write about them in 200 words.
Snail observation diary 200 words
Today, my friend and I were playing on the grass. Suddenly we saw a small snail on the ground. We quickly crouched down and surrounded the snails, intending to have a good look.
Snails crawl slowly with heavy spiral shells on their backs. I touched it lightly with my hand, and it quickly drew its head back. Let's hold our breath and see what happens. After a while, it carefully stretched out its tentacles with small black eyes, looked around and felt that there was no danger around, then slowly put its head out and continued its journey. Sometimes when I'm tired of climbing, I stick my head into the "house", have a rest, and then climb forward.
After a long time, we found a long winding "line" behind it. This long string of "lines" left by it seems to tell us that I walked here.
Looking at it-a little snail, we have infinite admiration.
What kind do you want? What form?
Snail race composition 200 words.
On Friday morning, the rain stopped and there were many snails on the ground in front of my house.
I caught a male snail and a female snail. I named them Xiaobai after my mother and Xiaohei after my father. I let Xiaohei and Xiaobai race on the table.
When the race started, "Xiao Bai" immediately rushed to the finish line and tried to escape halfway. I grabbed its shell and it immediately shrank into it. I'll put it down at once. It felt that the danger was gone and slowly came out of its body. But' Xiaohei' is still sleeping at home. Finally' Little Black' came out, and' Little Black' ran to the finish line, surpassing' Little White' and became the first in the competition.
I put Xiao Bai and Xiao hei on the door again. This time, Xiaohei didn't think about the shells, but climbed towards the finish line. He immediately surpassed Xiao Bai, and Xiao Bai did not show weakness and climbed towards the finish line. However, helpless Xiaobai struggled to climb up, but he still couldn't surpass Xiaohei. In the end, Blackie won. The little black team beat the little white team 2-0.
So an interesting game is over!
Smart snail composition 200 words
The exciting final began, and the dog Bruce and snail slowly tried their best. At first, Bruce, who was flexible, had the advantage, but when he crossed the wooden bridge carefully, the snail slowly caught up with him, rolling and crawling, and the audience burst into laughter when they saw his face covered with ashes. But then again, the ruler has his strengths and the inch is short. Although the dog Bruce is a little tired, the snail is slowly full of vitality. I saw that his housekeeping skills were difficult: he shrank into his shell, stepped back several steps, aimed at the wooden bridge and rolled out like hot wheels. Too hard, not only crossed the wooden bridge, but also rushed to the last hill under the action of inertia. There was a stir in the audience. I didn't expect this trick at the crucial time. Then I watched slowly blowing kisses to everyone on the mountain, and then I did a beautiful backflip and rolled to the finish line.