给小鸭子让路1300字.docx

    给小鸭子让路1300字    给小鸭子让路大家 好！我是水城县陡箐乡阿佐小学二年级 生张妍彬，今天我给大家讲的绘本故事是：给小鸭子让路鸭先生和鸭太太为找一个孵小鸭的好地方，已经飞很久了他们为自己未来的孩子想得很多，所以总觉得这儿那儿都不合适，于是总也落不下脚来他们飞到一座美丽的城市，就再也飞不动了他们觉得公园是他们落脚的好地方：那里有池塘，池塘里有小岛这儿过夜挺不错的鸭先生拿定了主意于是，他们哗啦啦拍扇翅膀，向小岛飞去突然，飞出一辆自行车来鸭太太不由得猛一战栗这儿可不是孩子们待的地方，咱们另找地方吧!”他们又飞起来，飞过一座山，又飞到了一条河的上空，下面出现了一个小岛鸭先生说：“这儿好这儿安静，离广场也只一小段路 “得，就在这儿找个孵小鸭的地方吧!”鸭太太说他们在矮树林里找了个又挨水又背风的地方，安下了家一天，他们到河对岸公园里，碰上了一个叫米歇尔的警察米歇尔给他们吃花生米从此他们常常到米歇尔那里去不久，鸭太太生了八个蛋，并开始孵蛋她耐心地在八个蛋上蹲了许多天终于，小鸭子出来了最先出来的是杰克，接着是卡克、拉克、马克、奈克、威克、帕克和夸克他们看到自己有这么棒的一群孩子，感到很了不起。

一天，鸭先生决定到河对岸公园去看看，那是米歇尔给他们吃花生米的地方，一定会比这儿好出发前，他对鸭太太说：“过一个星期，我在公园等你们你要照顾好咱们的孩子!”“你放心去吧鸭太太说，“我会把孩子一个不少地带到你那儿去 她开始教小鸭游水，又教他们走路要排成一条直线，要同自行车和各种有轮子的东西保持一个安全的距离最后，孩子训练得差不多了，一天早上，她说：“孩子们，跟我走!” 八只小鸭子，像平常妈妈教他们的样子，排成长长的一排鸭太太率先跳进河里，小鸭子们纷纷跟着妈妈下水，游到对岸去 上岸后，就摇摇摆摆来到快速公路上鸭太太走在前面，快步穿过十字路口高速公路上飞驰的汽车，“嘀—嘀给小鸭让路”叫个不停鸭太太带领孩子们，放开喉咙一起“嘎—嘎—嘎”，对着汽车也叫个不停嘀—嘀—嘀，嘎—嘎—嘎，吵闹声把警察米歇尔给引了过来，他边跑边吹警哨，又站在路中间，举起一只手，让行人和汽车全停下来，用另一只手招呼鸭妈妈带着孩子们穿过公路不一会，鸭子们都穿过了公路米歇尔又快快赶回警亭，给交警总队挂，说：“有一家鸭子，大大小小九口，正往大街走去!”总部的警察一下子弄糊涂了，直问：“一家什么?”“一家鸭子!”米歇尔大声说赶快派警车来，要快!”这时，鸭太太已经来到一家书店，再拐弯就上大街了。

鸭太太的后面跟着她的孩子们街上行人都看呆了，一位老太太说：“这可是一辈子没见过的!”一个扫街的男人说：“噢，排得真整齐!”鸭太太听到这些赞扬，感到非常自豪，高高地抬起头，于是走起路来更加摇摆了当他们来到另一条大街的拐角处，那里已经停着总部派来的一辆警车和四名警察警察举手挡住了行人和车辆，让他们顺利通过十字路口，再进公园里去走进公园大门后，全部转过身子，围成一个半圆，向警察表示感谢警察们笑了，挥手向鸭子一家告别：“再见!”鸭先生早已在公园里迎接他们了谢谢大家！第二篇：Make_Way_for_Ducklings让路给小鸭子(英文文本及部分图片) 6100字Make Way for DucklingsBy Robert McCloskeyMr. and Mrs. Mallard were looking for a place to live..But every time Mr. Mallard saw what looked like a nice place…Mrs. Mallard said it was no good.There were sure to be foxes in the woods, or turtles in the water,and she was not going to raise a family where there might be foxes or turtles. So they flew on and on.When then got to BostonThey felt to tired to fly any further.There was a nice pond in the public garden with a little island on it.“The very place to spend the night!” quacked Mr. Mallard.So down they flapped.The next morning, they fished for their breakfastin the mud at the bottom of the pond. But they didn’t find much.Just as they were getting ready to start on their way,Along came a boat pushed by a strange, enormous bird.There was a man sitting on its back.“Good morning.” Quacked Mr. Mallard, being polite.The big bird was too proud to answer.But the people on the boat threw peanuts into the water.So the mallards followed them all round the pond,and got another breakfast, better than the first.As they climbed out on the bank and waddled along,Mrs. Mallard said, “I like this place.Why don’t we build a nest and raise our ducklings right in this pond?”“There are no foxes and no turtles, and the people feed us peanuts.What could be better?”“Good,” said Mr. Mallard, delighted that at last.Mrs. Mallard had found a place that suited her.But,“Look out!” squawked Mrs. Mallard. “You’ll get run over!”And when she got her breath, she added, “this is no place for babies,With all those horrid things rushing about. We’ll have to look somewhere else.”So they flew over Beacon Hill and round the statehouse,But there was no place there.They looked in Louisburg Square, but there was no water to swim in.Then they flew over the Charles River.“this is better,” quacked Mr. Mallard. “that island looks like a nice quiet place, and it’s only a little way from the public garden.”“Yes,” said Mrs. Mallard, remembering the peanuts.“that looks like just the right place to hatch ducklings.”So they chose a cozy spot among the bushes near the water,And settle down and build there nest,and only just in time for now they were beginning to molt.All their old wind feathers started to drop out.They would not be able to fly again until the new ones grew in.But of course they could swim,and one day them swam over to the park on the riverbank,and there they met a policeman called Michael.Michael fed them peanuts.And after that, the mallards called on Michael every day.After Mrs. Mallard had laid her eggs in the nest,She couldn’t go to visit Michael any more,Because she had to sit on eggs to keep them warm.She moved off the nest only to get a drink of water, or to have her lunch,Or to count the eggs and make sure they were all there.One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!One day, the ducklings hatched out.First came Jack, then Kack, then Lack, then Mack and Nack, and Ouack and Pack and Quack.Mr. and Mrs. Mallard were bursting with pride.It was a great responsibility, taking care of so many ducklings, and it kept them very busy.One day, Mr. Mallard decided to take a trip, to see what the rest of the river was like. So off he said. “I’ll meet you in a week in the public garden”, he quacked over his shoulder.“Take good care of the ducklings.”“Don’t you worry,” said Mrs. Mallard. “I know all about bringing up children”, and she did.She taught them how to sw。