Duckling

A few days before the sunny day on Sunday, September 18, 2005 in the center of Yulin Town, Cixi City, Zhejiang Province, my aunt came back from Shenzhen with my cousin. My aunt took her to the relatives in the mountains and returned. They brought two fluffy ducklings. The little duck is so cute, the little black eyes, the flat mouth, the feathers on the body are soft and beautiful, I can't put it down. Every day, my cousin must "visit" the duckling several times. Every time I don't take the duck out, I catch the duckling. Looking at these soft little lives, I think these two little ducks are too poor. I also had a few arguments with my little cousin for this. The little cousin finally returned to Shenzhen. Now the task of feeding the ducklings is handed over to me and my mother. We circle the ducklings with bricks in the corner of the yard. Every day we feed them rice, leaves and water. In the evening, I put them in the little bamboo raft under the tree and watched the little duck grow up a lot. My heart is really happy. But my mother said that the little duck grows up with a smell, and she is determined to give the ducklings to others. I really can’t bear it. I can only hope that others can feed them well. Feng Menglan

Duckling

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