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Composition of caged birds
In the study, work and life on weekdays, everyone must have been exposed to composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. Still at a loss for composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition of caged birds. Welcome to read the collection.

Caged birds 1 birds grow in the vast sky and fly by themselves. But who would have thought that these birds have become playthings for people to enjoy. Just like me ...

I went to a friend's house to play that day and accidentally saw a cage. The cage is surrounded by Hua Teng, which is very beautiful. There is a bird as beautiful as a cage in the cage. It has a sharp mouth, a pair of clever and naughty black eyes embedded in its yellow head, a pale yellow feather, a pair of pink feet and a golden tail curled up in a cage, much like a phoenix high above. I was fascinated.

"Let's all eat!"

A cry pulled me out of the world of birds. When I eat, I stare at the birds in the cage. Although slim and elegant, he looks very anxious and lifeless. I asked my classmates, "What happened to this bird?" My classmate looked at me impatiently and said, "Since we bought it back, it hasn't eaten anything every day, but I bought it such a delicate cage." I listened, went to the cage, grabbed a handful of bird food and put it in the cage, but it didn't even look at me, and the bird food didn't move.

Look at its eyes, I know, it doesn't need pity, and it doesn't need pity from others. I sincerely admire this strong perseverance. Although strong, it is still not free! It can't soar in the blue sky, but it can only be kept in a cage for others to enjoy. I'm the same person! I am like a bird in a cage. I broke my wing because I lost my freedom. I can't fly anymore, I can only be scolded by others. We are the same person!

People! Why do you treat birds like this? Why are you treating me like this? I'm really unwilling!

When I left, I took one last look at the bird, and it was still the same haggard. I thought to myself, "if I buy you, I will definitely let you out. I won't let you stay in this cage any longer." No, I will let you fly freely to the sky where you belong. " But I know that's impossible, because I don't have the right.

Goodbye, caged bird.

There is a budgerigar, which was taken away by her mother at birth. Hunger exhausted it. A big hand caught the helpless baby, put it in a beautiful cage and took care of it carefully. It is being favored by benefactors, but it won't last long. "Donor just put it this way. Give up "yes, I said when I left: nature is your home!" However, parrots are used to opening their mouths. It has long forgotten how to find food and finally starved to death.

Birds are so, let's take a look at the darling of modern society!

People get excited as soon as the gate of our school closes. Hundreds of cars and motorcycles are crowded with people, and parents are waiting for their children. Some students live close to school, and their parents come to pick them up every day. This is not necessary, is it?

Every day after a class, parents can be seen sending food and drinks to their children at school. Moreover, when they are on duty, their parents actually come to school to work for them. They really like them. They put their children in their mouths for fear of being melted and held them on their heads for fear of being broken. It can be said that they care about everything and consider everything, but they don't consider what we will do when we grow up.

Are we happy under the meticulous care of our parents? But what we feel is invisible depression. Our behavior is always limited by our parents. We want to play with mud and water happily. Parents solemnly said: you can't play, it's too dirty, and wet clothes are easy to catch a cold. "However, I don't know that playing is a child's nature and an important activity to enrich children's imagination. Kindness. Kindness. In fact, they were killed by an invisible cage, which made them lose the ability to fly freely and eat freely like birds in cages. Birds have the nature of birds. Nature gave them a pair of wings and let them fly freely between heaven and earth. But some people insist on keeping birds in cages, just like the care our parents give us. Material wealth, but spiritual emptiness.

So I don't think anyone wants their children to be hungry budgies, do they? ! Parents, leave your children alone! Let them fly freely in the virtual world, and the world will be created!

Composition 3 of the bird in the cage Imagine a picture: a bird cage is hung on the oak tree in front of the host's house, covered with black cloth all the year round. A bird-loving guest was curious about what kind of bird it was, so he asked the host to lift the black cloth. Wow! Fly out of a mechanical bird with gears all over it.

This picture comes from steampunk, a branch of science fiction literature at present. The metallized world and huge machinery constitute its worldview. Steaming pipes, creaking gears and complex mechanical parts constitute living and inanimate objects. Yes, steampunk produced in the Victorian era was a reflection of the industrial revolution and people's imagination of future technology at that time. Until today, this kind of imagination still exists. It can be said that the industrial revolution promoted the development of steampunk art, and it can also be said that the appearance of steampunk gave an inspiration to the development of modern industry. Maybe mechanical birds and modern mechanical watches are each other's ancestors.

China is probably short of mechanical birds now. There are few sci-fi literature in China's traditional literature. Now there are only magic, fantasy and fantasy on the market, but there are few sci-fi. Among the science fiction novels on the market, only Liu's "Three-body" is struggling in countless western science fiction literature. Why? In the final analysis, China's traditional concept of belittling science and technology led to the lack of scientific and technological fantasy. China's traditional technology is practical. Often, this practicality is linked to political needs and ethical principles, which cannot form an academic system and has no connotation.

The serious consequence of this disinterest in science and technology is much greater than that of countries without science fiction, that is, lack of certainty about the future. What is the assurance of the future? Take Da Vinci, a great painter, scientist and science fiction artist as an example. There are countless manuscripts in his life. Most people remember Mona Lisa's smile, but they don't know that she imagined flying machines, submarines and even drew design drawings 600 years ago. And Jules Verne, the French science fiction master. Almost every science fiction novel he wrote has become a guide for people to explore the world in the next 200 years. This sci-fi spirit is actually a prediction of the future and a nation's exploration of future science. A mechanical bird in a cage is a bold assumption, but once the cage door is opened, the bird can fly to the light.

We all know that science and technology are the primary productive forces, and we should vigorously develop science and technology. But how can there be technology without ideas? Without the initial fantasy, how can there be mature ideas? China needs more science fiction and more enthusiasm for science fiction, so as to better plan the future.

It's time to open the curtains and let the mechanical bird fly out of the cage.

The bird in the cage composition 4 The thrush is leisurely in the cage, but when it is released into the wild, it thinks it is in a bigger cage. Although the thrush flew out of the small cage, it was impossible for the thrush to fly out of the cage.

Thrushcross loves ease, all it needs is a small cage that won't let it starve to death, but how can we be bound by it? In today's society, the pursuit of material is becoming more and more ordinary, but the excavation of the soul is precious. When we have countless wealth and great power, we may feel satisfied, but if we indulge in it, we will be trapped in it forever. What we should want is to get rid of the temptation of a comfortable life and fly out of the cage of our hearts as soon as possible.

There are many swans in West Lake Park. Careful tourists will find that these swans generally can't fly. They usually walk on the road with a big stomach, but swans can't fly. It's really hard to believe, but it happened. The reason is that swans are protected in the West Lake and there are no natural enemies at all. People who visit the park like them very much and always buy things from vendors to feed them. Over time, swans get used to a comfortable life. If there is a swan, it does not live on tourists' food, but goes fishing every day and lives by itself, then its flying figure in the West Lake sky can become a landscape again.

Nowadays, students seem to be used to a comfortable life, so one thing at a time is exposed. The university decided to cancel the students' long-distance running activities. Many schools will basically equip each classroom with an air conditioner, but now they are about to face a new round of military training. How to avoid "losing money" has been reported on all major websites, and hospitals that can issue sick leave have issued various false certificates. This all reveals the pampering of students. It is said that today's students are flowers in the greenhouse and can't stand the wind and rain. We should overturn this statement. The pursuit of comfort is only the behavior of the weak. We should face up to the challenge. In the future, we should not complain that the weather is too hot. We shouldn't go out to take a taxi because we are lazy. Whenever we encounter difficulties, we should not think about where we can escape. Our generation has inherited the hope of the previous generation. What they want to see is not a thrush eager for comfort, but a petrel who dares to fight the wind and waves.

Only by getting rid of the comfortable life and facing the difficulties can we fly out of the cage of the soul and soar freely under the blue sky.

The bird in the cage should write 5. Their meeting was predestined.

Staring at the sky, a breeze blew and the bell rang. The free bird cries, "soar in the blue sky with me."

The free bird flew away. Watching you fly back until you disappear into the residual clouds. Looking up at the blue sky, the sun shines through the tattered clouds and fills my space. Only the shadow behind me is still struggling. Somehow, I don't want to see the sun. I curled up in the shadow and glanced at the ripples in the pond in the sun, and the leaves fell down. I always like to bathe my wings in the sun, and I am eager to fly high and soar in the blue sky one day. But today's sunshine makes me uncomfortable, and my heart still haunts the figure you flew back. Day after day, I never saw you again. Leaves always fall on the pond. Is autumn coming? The caged bird thinks so.

Staring at the sky, the leaves are ringing and the cage keeps swinging, as if to throw me out. I feel horrible. If I fall into the pond, I will never see a free bird again. "Come with me into the Woods!" You grab the cage and say.

The free bird flew away. You chase the tattered clouds, and the sun doesn't shine. The wind makes me almost untenable, but I dare not fly. It hurts to be blown by the wind in the cage. Looking at the distant forest field, I can't fly, and the wind is terrible. The cage stopped shaking, as if the wind had gradually stopped, but the leaves were still falling. God bless me for not falling into the pond. From now on, the cage will not shake, because God is protecting me, but I haven't seen you for a long time. Lost in a cage alone, I wonder if you have God's protection in the face of ruthless wind attack, I wonder what you are doing, why don't you see me anymore? If you come, I will introduce my God to you.

It's night, everyone should be asleep! But at this moment, the sky didn't sleep all night. Raindrops the size of beans fell heavily on the wings of the cage, and the strong wind began to hit the cage violently. Caged birds are afraid, but free birds are impatient. With the cooperation of strong wind and heavy rain, the swinging cage drew a beautiful arc in the air and finally fell into the pond. At the critical moment, the fate of heaven bumped into the cage, but it fell vertically into the pond. The cage was knocked out of shape, and the birds in the cage flew out, but they flapped their wings and rushed into the pond vertically, stirring up beautiful little waves. The cage is dead, lying by the pond, ravaged by the storm. ...

A leaf is rippling on the pond, drifting towards the unknown. It may rise with the wind, or it may drift with the tide. In short, the blue sky is no longer far away, and the Woods are no longer far away.

When I was a bird, I fell in love with the blue sky and the forest. I'm not afraid of the wind and rain. I'd like to love again. Because it's time for us to meet, destiny takes a hand.

The bird in the cage composition 6 The bird in the cage, once obtained, is liberated, but still believes that there is a boundary that you can't find, and the feeling of emptiness and helplessness comes to mind. At that time, the body was restricted, and at this time, the mind was imprisoned. Releasing the shackles of others and entering your own besieged city will only be more sad than before.

It's not that I don't yearn for the outside world. A handful of water, a bunch of flowers, a bunch of berries and a group of partners are all great temptations. Thrushcross originally comes from nature, loves freedom and flies freely, which is her nature. But once you stay in a cage for a long time, you get used to exquisite artificial food, tease people every day, win bursts of laughter with pleasant cries and stay away from natural enemies. There seems to be nothing wrong with such an easy life. However, slowly, an invisible birdcage was gradually established in my heart. Once you fly out of the cage and return to nature, you will never find the happiness and freedom of flying in those days.

Birds are like this, so are people? It is human nature to pursue freedom, but habit, experience, experience and complacency … all these may build an invisible "birdcage" in our hearts and become the shackles of our hearts. The most famous story is "Boiling frogs in warm water". Frogs staying in warm water are used to the present environment. Even if the water temperature rises bit by bit, even if death comes bit by bit, it doesn't care. It is used to this "invisible cage" that kills frogs. This frog, like a frog in a well, was put into an "invisible cage", or lost his life or became a laughing stock. In life, with the growth of age and rich experience, the "cage" in our hearts becomes stronger and stronger, which stifles our thoughts and fetters the freedom of our hearts, making it difficult for us to reach the kingdom of freedom.

It is not easy to break this "invisible cage" and move towards spiritual freedom. It takes courage and wisdom to dissect yourself. Zhuangzi Qiushui tells us a fable: In rainy season, countless tributaries flow into the Yellow River, and the water is swift and the river is wide, so it is difficult for cattle and horses on both sides to see clearly. Hebo, the God of the Yellow River, thinks his territory is the most beautiful in the world. One day, Hebo drifted to the North Sea and saw the vast sea. Herb sighed at the ocean and said to Poseidon, if it weren't for your visit, it would be really dangerous, and it would make people laugh and give generously. Hebo broke the "cage" of "the most beautiful" in his heart, so he saw a wider universe and went to the free world of his mind.

Newton couldn't find gravity without breaking the cage; Without breaking the cage, Bill Gates may just be a mediocre engineer; Without breaking the cage, life can only be a silkworm in a cocoon. The more you spin, the tighter you wrap yourself up and keep out of touch with the outside world. ...

It's up to you to be a thrush in a cage or an epiphany, Hebo.