Today, I read a book "next to crows" at home, which was written by "read. 4" hw.com.CN ”I'll push you the book "home". Among them, my favorite is the novel "neighbors with crows", because this novel is not only the classic work of Shen Shixi, the king of novels, but also tells us a lot of truth in life. Diary Diary of grade three
The story is like this: when the author was a child, his grandmother told him that if he got up in the morning and heard the crow's cry, it meant that something bad happened today. Unfortunately, there are many annoying crows living in the bodhi tree in front of the thatched cottage where they cut in the queue. These crows are not only ugly in appearance, but also ugly in sound. In particular, they steal some shiny little things. Once, the author forgot to take the scissors when he nailed the button. When he came back with the scissors, he found a big crow holding his button. He was so angry that he threw the scissors on the crow. The crow was injured and flew away. After a few days, every time he went out, the big crow always directed a group of crows to take turns to shit on him, which made him all over his head and body, not to mention how smelly. This makes me understand a truth: one more friend, one more road, one more enemy, one more wall. Do you think so?
One day, the author accidentally saved more than 20 crows. To his surprise, the crows saved him twice. The first time was to hunt in the mountain. The prey fell to a small tree on the edge of the cliff. When he climbed down, he accidentally stepped on the eggs of several blue magpies, and was attacked by a group of blue magpies. He was scarred all over. Just when he couldn't support himself and was about to fall off the cliff, the rescue came. The big crow and a group of crows defeated blue magpie, and he finally climbed up the cliff. Another time, in the evening, when the clouds were rolling, the crow, who should have had a rest, flew away abnormally. The author, who had been working hard all day, was sleeping. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the rapid cry of a group of crows. He opened the door with a lantern and saw that the big crow was crying to him. The sound was strange and terrifying. He had no choice but to leave the thatched cottage and live in the village head's house. When the crow watched him leave, it also braved the storm to fly away. When the author just stepped on the village head's bamboo building, a lightning fell on the bodhi tree, and the fallen Bodhi Tree knocked down his thatched cottage. Reading here, I can't help but think of an idiom: gratitude.
Do not just look at the appearance, the key to the heart, kind. All animals can repay their kindness, not to mention us? We live in a beautiful world. We should treat the world and the people around us with love and gratitude.