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如果有人要我讲讲自己的童年趣事,我总是会说起我养鸽子的故事。那时候我才十一岁。这年夏天,小伙伴大力白送我一只鸽子。它的羽毛雪白雪白的,可爱极了,我给它起名叫“小白”。小白真是一只坚强而勇敢的鸽子。它刚来我家不久,就遭遇了一场劫难。那天,一只老鼠闯入鸽笼偷吃鸽食,小白便拼命与老鼠搏斗,咆哮着,用喙猛力地啄咬老鼠,一只眼睛都被老鼠咬伤了。我听到一阵剧烈的扑翅声后赶到阳台,只见老鼠刷地从笼中逃出,而小白的眼睛正淌着血,把眼眶周围的羽毛都染红了。我以为小白再也活不成了,但是妈妈给它滴了药水后,
If someone asked me to tell me about my childhood, I always talk about the story of my pigeon. At that time I was eleven years old. This summer, my partner gave me a pigeon. Its feathers snow white, very cute, I give it the name “white ”. White is really a strong and courageous pigeon. It just came to my house soon, suffered a catastrophe. On that day, a rat broke into the pigeon cage to eat the pigeon. The little white whimsically wrestled with the rat, growled, and vigorously pecked at the rat with his beak. One eye was bitten by the rat. I heard a burst of fierce flapping wings rushed to the balcony, I saw the mouse brush to escape from the cage, while the white eyes are dripping blood, the eyes around the feathers were dyed. I thought white no longer live, but my mother drops it after the syrup,