爸爸抓了一只黑天牛,它长着一对又长又滑的触角,披着一件油光发亮的铠甲,上面布满星星点点的白斑,可神气了。我对它一吹,它的翅膀突然张开,不停地扇动。噢,它想借助风的力量飞走吗?我折来一根柳枝喂天牛。只见它掉下一个小黑点。爸爸说:“它被你吓得拉屎了。”黑天牛从树枝爬到我的手上,我感觉痒痒的。突然它又用爪子紧抓我的手,我痛得直甩手。爸爸便将手指伸到天牛的胸前挠了挠,它立刻松手。我也试着挠它,它不禁“嘎吱嘎吱”地叫起来,好像在向我求饶呢。 Dad caught a black bull, it has a pair of long and slippery tentacles, dressed in a shining armor, covered with white patches of stars, can be air of. I blow it, its wings suddenly open, constantly flapping. Oh, does it want to fly with the help of the wind? I fold a willow to feed it. I saw it fall a little black spots. Dad said: “It was scared shit you.” “Black Cattle climbed from the branches to my hand, I feel itchy. Suddenly it grasped my hand again with my claw My father scratched his finger to the cow’s chest, and immediately let it go. I also try to scratch it, it can not help but ”crunching," cried, as if mercy to me.