The finless porpoise is regarded as a river god by human beings. Whenever a storm comes, the finless porpoise will float and land on the water to worship the wind. Seeing the finless porpoises worship the wind again, the fishermen will know that there is a problem with the water and will not kill them outside the river.
Yangtze finless porpoise is the only freshwater lake subspecies of finless porpoise in the world, which is distributed in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, Dongting Lake and Panyang Lake. It has lived on the earth for 25 million years and is called the living fossil of the Yangtze River ecology, the giant panda in the water. Because of its fat and simple posture, finless porpoise also has a lovely nickname, finless porpoise. Whenever there is a big ship sailing in the river, the finless porpoise will follow closely, jumping and spitting happily, cute and interesting. The finless porpoise also has a pair of upturned corners of the mouth, which seems to smile at everything in the world all the time, making people feel kind and comfortable. However, the ecstatic smile did not help them stop the pace of extinction.
With human beings digging river sand and dumping garbage at will in the Yangtze River basin, water pollution in the Yangtze River basin has intensified, and illegal hunting and illegal fishing gear fishing have been repeatedly banned. The survival and reproduction of the Yangtze finless porpoise have been seriously affected, and now it is decreasing every year. Especially in the last twenty years, the population is declining rapidly. According to the data, in the early 1990s, there were nearly 3,000 Yangtze finless porpoises. At the beginning of the 20th century, the number of finless porpoises has dropped below 20xx. In 20xx years, finless porpoises frequently died in many reaches of the Yangtze River basin, and it is estimated that there are only nearly 1,000 finless porpoises left in its total survival.
Now the number of Yangtze finless porpoises is less than that of national treasure giant pandas. If we don't pay close attention to the protection, the Yangtze finless porpoise will be functionally extinct within 10~ 15 years, and it is likely to drop to less than 200 in the middle of 2 1 century and disappear in China within a hundred years.
Tears The tears I have shed are happy, sad and sweet ... But this time I shed tears of injustice for the first time.
Here's the thing. In that exam, I answered the paper with confidence and thought: It's so simple, I will get full marks, "shuashua shua", and the topic will be finished soon. A few days later, the test paper was handed out. It looks like 95 plus 10. I looked at the wrong question, calculated it five times in a row on the draft paper, and then looked at the paper at my deskmate. Our answers are exactly the same, but in different ways. I have some doubts, thinking: Is it the wrong method? Listen to the teacher after class! After a long rest, the class finally began. The teacher wrote two methods, and I did the second method. Then look at the unit and quantity, exactly the same.
After class, I went to the teacher to add the score back. The teacher said that the number you wrote was not like 40, but I looked left and right and it was 40. When I got back to the classroom, I showed it to the whole class and said it was 40. I gave it to an elderly teacher, who also said it was 40. After being certified by so many people, I said it was 40. It seems that I was right. So, I went to the teacher again and asked for the score to be added back. But the teacher insisted that "40" was not "40", and I was unwilling. Be tough and ask the teacher to add back the points. But the teacher wouldn't listen. During the argument, he waved and slapped me. Suddenly, I gave the teacher a bad look and rushed out of the office with grievances. Tears rolled in my eyes, and I was depressed. Hiding in the corner, I shed a few tears, and the more I think about it, the more wronged I am. Tears flowed down like a waterfall, and I didn't want to wipe them. I let them fall like beads, and my heart was full of grievances.
Several years have passed, and I have changed schools. At the thought of the beginning, I have some regrets. I shouldn't argue with the teacher about five points. I will never forget those wronged tears.
Tears We all feel sad when we are happy or sad: excited tears, happy tears and sad tears. What I remember most is the unforgettable tears I left at my classmates' farewell party when I left xinhua primary school.
The last day of the fourth grade is also the last day for me to go to school with 30 students from xinhua primary school. Next semester, I will leave my classmates who have been together for several years and transfer to Chongwen Experimental School. On that day, Mr. Guo, the head teacher, the deputy head teacher and the whole class held a farewell party for me.
I still remember that at that farewell party, the students were full of words of friendship and deep affection over and over again: "Ye Ziyuan, I hope you will study harder in Chongwen." "Ye Ziyuan, I hope you are more friendly to Chongwen students." "I wish you better Chongwen math!" What I say most is the sentence I have said many times: "Ye Ziyuan, don't forget us when you go to Chongwen." "Ye Ziyuan, be sure to come back and see us when you are free." Teachers and classmates also chipped in to buy me some books as a souvenir. On the second cover of each book, it says: Four (2) hearts from classmates and two teachers-let you sail into the ocean of literature. The signature is: Two teachers and Class 4 (2) will never forget your classmates. In front of the deep friendship of teachers and classmates, I left unforgettable tears.
I have been in Chongwen for a year and a half. I still clearly remember the names of 30 students and their student numbers. From time to time, I can clearly see the moments when I get along with my classmates: discussing problems together, kicking shuttlecock together, playing table tennis together, swimming together and laughing together. ...
I will never forget that beautiful day and my pure friendship with my classmates.
Tears fourth grade composition 4 Say goodbye to you with a smile, stand up, turn around and take the first step. Tears welled up ... I cried bitterly, and the tears fell and wet my skirt, dragging my memories to yesterday.
I still remember when you and I first became deskmates, we had a tacit understanding. We like the same stars and the same colors ... this tacit understanding makes us so close. In class, we hid under a book and laughed secretly. After class, we walked on the playground together and even went to the toilet together. At that time, you and I only had each other in our eyes and happiness in our hearts, and everything was left behind with our studies. So our grades plummeted that semester. ...
So, we began to control ourselves and remind each other when they were not paying attention to their studies. In the last month, we have lost laughter in our days. Sometimes you ignore me, I ignore you, there is a gap between you and me. We sat quietly in the classroom, watching other students laugh, but you and I were speechless. Is the pressure of study reducing our tacit understanding? No brain, no happiness? No, you and I are both reflecting on ourselves.
That day, there was silence again. We looked at each other for a few seconds, and we both smiled at each other. We all know that friendship doesn't need to be maintained by blind fighting every day, and mutual criticism doesn't mean increasing estrangement. So, we are still studying hard in the classroom, but when I am tired, I look back at you, and you will smile at me ... We fight together on the dream journey, the sun shines on your face, and your shadow is on my desk. I know you are fighting for tomorrow, and you know I am cheering for the future, but we have a tacit understanding in silence.
Time flies like an arrow, and your silent happiness is fading away. I tried to catch it, but it couldn't come back, leaving only a shadow in my mind. So I cried more and more, but I looked at your figure struggling in tears, and the more I cried, the happier I became. I want to start with that happy idea and fill my tears with your happiness. ...
Tears are the expression of feelings. And that time, I cried three times, and their meanings were different.
I remember it was a Saturday. A puppy came to my house for two days, and I was very happy at that time. But in the next two days, I cried three times for different things. ...
The first time: tears of excitement
That time, I played with my dog, and soon it was time for dinner. I walked to his door with my rice bowl in my hand. I have dinner with him. He ate and ate. Somehow, he suddenly raised his head, looked at me and walked towards me step by step. He looked at my job and baked it hard. As soon as I saw it, he wanted to eat mine I gave it a little, and it scratched and scratched. Suddenly, it caught up and fell. I smiled and burst into tears.
The second time: tears of joy
My dog and I are old friends, but we haven't named it yet. I thought about it and wanted to make it stronger, so I decided on the name of the soldier in the Three Kingdoms Period-Rui Rui.
"Rui Rui" likes playing basketball, and I don't know how many times he will fall down. That time, I was playing basketball when it suddenly "flew" out of the grass. ) I hit the ball at once, and it went over with a bang. I just looked at it and laughed until I burst into tears.
The third time: sad tears
Today is the second day I played with Rui Rui, and it's time for me to break up with him.
I looked at the man who took it away. I couldn't bear to part with it and chased it for a while until it disappeared. I cried again, but not tears of joy, nor tears of regret, but tears of sadness.
My affection for Rui Rui will last forever, and my memory of Rui Rui is fresh.
That time, I cried three times because of this puppy. There are many things worth crying about in life, and tears will contain all kinds of feelings.
Tears can't hide the reality of achievements, tears can't hide the sadness in my heart, and tears can't hide everything. In the long river of memory, life is like a book. You need to chew it word for word. After humor, smile and you will understand. Tears are everywhere. Life is colorful and multi-layered. Everyone and everything is a color, which constitutes a colorful life oil painting.
On Monday afternoon, my head teacher, Mr. Wang, came into the classroom with a thick Chinese test paper and scores, and my heart trembled involuntarily. At this moment, I understand, understand, this achievement is "the castle peak building outside the mountain, the strong have their own strong hands." Maybe my companions are all in by going up one flight of stairs, laughing like flowers. But what about me? It failed again, like a frosted eggplant-castrated.
The teacher's loud voice lingers in my ears, and those far-ahead achievements pierce my heart like bullets, and the pain makes me heartache. At that time, I really wanted to cry, but I tried again to hold back the tears that covered up the reality and pressed them in my scarred heart.
Because everyone's life can't be smooth sailing, who can walk and talk at birth? Everyone should grow up through accumulation and suffering, so please believe that the road is made by people. As builders of the new era, we should dare to challenge life, because we have enough strength to turn poverty into a bright future, and urge you to forge ahead courageously on the thorny road. Tears can't cover everything, believe in the reality now! Don't cry, stand up bravely, hold back your tears and challenge a brilliant life.
Tears fourth grade composition 7 "No, I want to go down!" Then there was a cry.
It was a spring last year. That Saturday, my family and I came to Changsha Martyrs Park. There are not many people in the Martyrs Park, and the spring breeze always comes so casually, accompanied by faint flowers. In Martyrs Park, I came to climbing wall. I looked up along it, almost six or seven meters high. I can't help but have a strong desire to challenge.
Then, I fell off the safety rope and began to climb up step by step. My face looks a little serious, but my inner fear suddenly surges up, and my legs and feet are obviously sour. I looked at the ground trembling. An adult who was a head taller than me suddenly became as big as an ant.
Suddenly, my foot slipped. At this moment, I grasped the stone on the climbing wall with both hands, and suddenly I felt that everything in front of me was blurred, like being covered with a thin gauze. I also feel something flowing in my eyes. It was tears. Just now, I felt that you were hanging on the edge of the cliff, but you didn't catch the only lifeline and almost fell to the bottom. Tears did not fall at this moment. But like a waterfall, "wow, wow" keeps flowing, and drops of crystal tears, like water drops, "click" drop by drop. I can't help feeling a little depressed and helpless.
It suddenly occurred to me that "tears can't wash away the pain". Yes, tears can't make your pain disappear instantly. I only have two choices now. The first is to give up and accept failure. The second is to get up and face success with tears that I can't wash away. The last ray of hope kept me going, and sure enough, "Many Things Are Grinding" sounded the gong of my victory.
That tear, in my heart, also wrote a very profound stroke: in such a critical juncture, tears are useless.
Tears Once upon a time, my mother said that she shed tears of joy; Once upon a time, my father said that he shed moving tears in his childhood; Once upon a time, my grandmother said that she shed tears of injustice because she had no food for 60 years. Life is bitter and sweet, there are joys and sorrows, there are smiles and tears. I still remember my tears when I was 8 years old.
It was a sunny morning, and I made an appointment with several classmates to go to the park. Early in the morning, I ran to the park. My mother reminded me to be safe, but I just turned a deaf ear. When everyone was around, I suggested playing football together, and everyone agreed. "Go!" Under the command of a classmate, everyone started a fierce competition. Because it was morning, there were many old people walking and exercising in the park, so we accidentally kicked an old man. The old man was kicked in pain, yelled at us a few times and left angrily, which did not affect our enthusiasm for playing football at all. The game is really tense! Everyone chased each other and refused to give way. At the critical moment, I kicked a fly ball and hit a little girl squarely. "There is blood!" Someone shouted that the little girl's nose was bleeding! I was stunned and at a loss. "Run!" Knowing that they were in trouble, everyone dispersed in a hubbub and ran away. When I flew home, I only told my mother that I had a good time and was afraid to mention kicking.
A few days later, when my mother learned about it, she gave me a hard lesson: "You have to apologize to others when you get into trouble. How can you escape responsibility?" I was so ashamed that I hated myself for not having the courage to apologize to the little girl. Thought of here, I shed tears of regret.
Tears Everyone has cried, and I have shed tears, but this time the tears really made me taste bitter.
I remember when I was in English class that day, Teacher Cao said to us in class, "There will be an English test tomorrow. I hope everyone will review it well. " After school, I immediately went to have a good time with my friends, and all the reviews and tests were thrown away.
At the end of the exam the next day, I feel that my usual grades are not bad, so it should not be a problem. Full of confidence, I got a look at the test paper and was dumbfounded at once. The questions on the test paper seem incomprehensible. At this time, I really regret it: if I hadn't gone crazy yesterday, if I had studied hard yesterday, if? Ding Ding Ding, the familiar bell rang, and I handed in my test paper nervously. On that day, I really don't know how I got here. I always have a bad feeling that a storm is coming. Finally, the next day, Mr. Cao came in with the test paper in his arms. She stood on the platform and gave me a stern look. I already feel the situation is not good. The test paper was handed down from the front, and a bright red "76" appeared in front of my eyes. I was shocked. Two lines of tears flowed down like a tap that could not be closed tightly.
After school, the test paper with only 76 points in the schoolbag is like a heavy lead block. A few hundred meters away from home is the longest and longest journey I have ever traveled.
In the evening, after my father came home, I took out the test paper for my father to sign. Dad looked at the test paper and said, "What made you do so badly in this exam?" I didn't face my father's eyes, and tears flowed down unconsciously. Dad comforted me and said, "it doesn't matter if you don't take the exam once." Mainly to reflect on yourself and be cautious and practical in learning. " You must firmly remember one sentence: learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. "I said to my father in my mind," Dad, I was wrong. I will definitely study hard in the future. "
The phrase "learning is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat" will inspire me all my life.
Tears 10 I like Saturday, when my parents and sisters chat together, watch TV or go to the movies and go to the park. How exciting! But today is different. ...
Outside the window, it is raining. Autumn rain, very poetic, could have caused many beautiful reverie, but at the moment my mood is so low. Ah, bitter rain.
Looking at the test paper that has already been wet with tears, my heart seems to be stabbed by something sharp, getting deeper and deeper. ...
"How did you do so badly this time! You disappoint me so much! " "You say, you don't study hard at ordinary times, when the exam is puzzled. When can I do particularly well in the exam? Try this again in the future! " My parents' harsh reprimands have been echoing in my ears, and my sister's disappointed eyes have added a little pain to my heart. ...
I rushed out of the room and wanted to go outside for fun. The streets in the rain are so dark. Vehicles coming and going in the street, after the baptism of rain, seem reluctant to move. I raised my tears and looked at the green trees not far away, swaying branches gently in the wind and rain, dripping with tearful rain. At this time, I feel that everything is sad and sad for me.
At this time, a scene caught my eye: a spider was weaving a web in a tree, but God seemed to give it no face at all. A strong wind blew, and finally the net it had woven was blown away. I feel sorry for this. But the spider is not discouraged at all, and climbs back to the tree and weaves the web bit by bit. When it was almost finished, there was another strong wind ... In this way, it kept weaving, breaking, breaking and weaving ... but the spider never gave up!
The rain unconsciously washed away the tears on my face and gently stroked my face. Eyes, no longer blurred by tears!
Tears 1 1 Tears are flowing through our eyes. There are many reasons for tears, maybe excitement, maybe shame, maybe regret, maybe touching, maybe joy, maybe parting. ...
I remember when I was 8 or 9 years old, one day, I went out to play and walked onto the road. I saw a lot of people around the road, so I ran to join in the fun, but I was blocked out by a high wall. I had a hard time breaking through the high wall and squeezing in. As soon as I squeezed in, everyone took a step back. I looked around. Looking up, I found a little girl of one or two years old descending at a speed of five seconds and one meter. I was caught off guard and took a step back after recovering. I didn't mean to catch that little girl. Just as the little girl was about to fall to the ground, I saw a white-haired old man, who looked like he was 7 or 80 years old, rushing out of the crowd and reaching out a helping hand directly under the little girl to catch her. After catching the little girl, the parents of the little girl also rushed to the old man's side, and when they saw that their children were all right, their hanging hearts were put down. Everyone came forward to visit and condemn the little girl's parents. I was the only one standing there, my brain stopped for two seconds, and then I turned around and left.
In the next few days, the story spread. I also know the whole process: it turned out that the parents of the little girl took the little girl to the roof to dry rice, and the parents of the little girl were concentrating on drying rice, but they didn't know that the little girl was playing by the fence that was not very high. The little girl was playing and accidentally fell down. Fortunately, she grabbed the triangular bracket that supported the air conditioner. When her parents found the little girl fell, they were very anxious and shouted for help. So there was the opening scene. Finally, the little girl fell down because her feet were suspended and she was exhausted. I also heard that after the old man caught the little girl, he felt unable to move his hands. People immediately sent the old man to the hospital, and the doctor diagnosed that his arm was seriously broken. After all, he has experienced resistance at such a high altitude.
I heard that the old man was injured and fractured to save people, leaving tears of regret.
12 composition class, the teacher asked us to write our favorite five people on a clean and white composition paper. I have many relatives and many favorite people, but I still wrote ten Chinese characters: father, mother, grandfather, grandmother and brother. I write very carefully.
The teacher's words came from my ear: these five people draw any one. I hesitated. Who should I choose? Dad? No way! I also want my father to play badminton with me. Mom? Not even! My mother accompanied me to Shanghai for the summer vacation! On second thought, I chose my grandmother because she often scolded me. However, what came to my eyes at this time was a little love from my grandmother. I choked up. ...
The remaining four people, draw another one. The teacher's words shocked my eardrum again. The shadow in my heart keeps spreading. I tried to draw my grandfather, but I drew my father with trembling hands. Dad is away all the year round and seldom comes back. Even if I go home, I just stay at home for a day or two. I've been looking for reasons to comfort myself. But tears in my eyes can't stop flowing out. When I saw my deskmate Wu, I also cried.
When the teacher asked me who the last painting was for, I burst into tears. I drew my dear mother. I remember when I was hit by a car, my mother sat next to me all night without sleeping. The painting was given to my mother, and no one took care of me like this anymore.
Don't cry, son. It's just a game. The person you love is still with you. The teacher's kind words came from afar, and my heart breathed a sigh of relief, as if flying to heaven again.
After this class, I understand: we should care and love everyone around us!
Tears 13 Tears recorded my childhood growth. Tears are full of all kinds of memories, including joy, sadness, gratitude and regret ... Look at these same tears, but they bring us different feelings.
Tears of joy
It is these tears of joy that make me unforgettable.
I remember once, my mother asked me to draw a picture, and she wanted to take it to her school for her students to share. I draw very carefully, and my mother helps me guide me and constantly puts forward suggestions for revision. I was really impatient at that time, but looking at my mother's expectant eyes, I continued to draw. I just think this painting is neither fish nor fowl. I lost some confidence at that time, but my mother kept encouraging me, and I finally finished painting. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds on the painting and the smiling face on my mother's face, I couldn't help but shed tears of joy.
Tears of happiness
Tears of happiness make me feel that I am the happiest child in the world.
Once, it was raining cats and dogs. I didn't bring an umbrella when I went to school. After school, I stood at the door of the classroom waiting for my mother to pick me up. My mother just came back from school without an umbrella. Mom saw that I didn't say anything, so she took off her clothes and wrapped it around me. She wore thin clothes and took me through the rain. In an instant, a warm stream of happiness flooded my whole body. Unconsciously, my nose was sour and tears ran down my cheeks. I opened the clothes that covered my head and saw that my mother just wanted to fly with me. The electric car has accelerated to the fastest speed, as if I don't care about the word "cold" I finally got home. My mother was soaked to the skin, but I was fine. Tears of emotion or happiness hang on my cheeks. My mother wiped my tears and said, "Silly child, as long as you don't catch a cold, it doesn't matter if mom rains a little!" " "
These happy tears made me feel the nobleness and greatness of maternal love.