A 700-word essay about sparrows

Spring comes and summer passes, autumn harvests and winter hides, but we still have a long future ahead. The world is full of fallen stars, the earth is abundant, and the world is not lonely. Youth is just a passer-by, it is also a teacher and a friend, it depends on whether you cherish it or not. Throughout life, the grass and trees are like spring. When they come, they are like wind and when they go, they are like dust. Next, let’s take a look at the 700-word essay about sparrows brought to you by A Bundle of Green Grass.

Chapter 1: I like sparrows

The sparrow is a common bird. It is not as precious as the red-crowned crane, nor as colorful as the peacock, but I love it alone among the birds.

The sparrow is indeed cute. Its head is very small, only as big as a chestnut, and its eyes are small but very bright. Its body is small and streamlined, egg-shaped, and only takes up half of the palm of your hand. It has gray-brown feathers all over its body, which is similar to the color of tree bark. It is a protective color. The hair on its neck and abdomen is white and looks very well-proportioned. Its tail is like a small half-open fan. It flies very fast and is very interesting, so scurrying.

Sparrows are beneficial birds, but not necessarily. It sometimes eats small insects, but sometimes it goes to crop fields to steal grain. Most sparrows like to live in groups. Sometimes dozens of sparrows gather together to eat the rice grains and crumbs dropped by people on the ground. When they see someone coming, they fly away. They often make nests in trees, sometimes under the eaves or on ancient buildings.

I love sparrows because they love freedom and will never succumb to people’s captivity for people to play with. They have a valuable spirit that would rather die than surrender. My grandfather told me that he once caught a sparrow, put it in an exquisite birdcage, and fed it millet like a precious bird like a lark or thrush. It can be said that it allowed it to live a life without worrying about food and drink. However, it ignored these comfortable conditions and did not eat or scream all day long. After a few days of "hunger strike", it was dying, and soon died "with hatred". I admire the tenacious and unyielding spirit of the sparrow. I think it would be great if each of us Chinese had this kind of integrity, no envy of vanity, and no change of mind. Aren't we worse than a little sparrow?

There is another thing that I witnessed with my own eyes, which moved me very much. When I was at my grandma’s house, I saw a few children from a mountain village taking out a few small sparrows under the eaves. The children ran away cheering. After a while, I saw a sparrow flying down from the sky. It landed on a branch with a big caterpillar in its mouth. It did not fly into the nest immediately, but looked around vigilantly. It seemed that there was no danger, and then proudly shrugged its wings - it must be proud of catching a big caterpillar. It flew like an arrow to the nest under the eaves, put its head into the nest to feed its little baby, but quickly pulled back, looked around in surprise, flicked its wings, jumped to the eaves, then flew back to the nest, put its head in, and came out again to fly to the eaves, mouth Still holding the big caterpillar in its mouth, it looked around in terror with its round little eyes. Suddenly, it fell to the ground like a stone, put down the bug in its mouth, and began to make a loud noise. The sound was sharp and sad - it must be sad for the lost little sparrow. The scene in front of me really moved me emotionally. How admirable the sparrow's love for his children is!

The humble sparrow is lovable. It loves its home and its own flesh and blood. I love sparrows.

Chapter 2: Sparrow

Last night, I caught an injured sparrow! Envy, right? Although it was injured, it was a living sparrow!

Well, yesterday afternoon, I went to Mathematical Olympiad class. I didn’t go far when I heard the sound of a bird flapping its wings among the branches and leaves of a big holly tree in the flower bed. I took a closer look, ah, a little sparrow! I wanted to scare it, so I yelled at it, but it didn't fly away, it just jumped to the other side of the branch, tilted its round head, and blinked at me with its small black eyes! I got off it a few more times, but it still wouldn't fly away, so I lost interest and went to class. When I left, I thought: Oh, will it run away when I come back?

In the evening, I returned home. After eating, it was already dark. I suddenly thought of it when I was out playing. If it wasn't injured and couldn't fly, why would it never leave the holly tree and escape? It feels like it's still there, within easy reach! So I ran over quickly, wanting to see if it was still there. Using the light of the street lamp, I carefully searched among the branches and leaves... Ah, sure enough, it was still on the holly, and it was sleeping with its mouth under the base of its wings and its small gray eyelids closed! I quietly raised my hand, stretched it in up and down, and suddenly closed it, and I caught it!

I returned home with it in both hands and proudly told my parents what happened. My parents were also very happy, but they asked me to check it, put some medicine on it if there was any problem, and then let it go, because sparrows are likely to bring bacteria and cannot be fed. I was immediately discouraged, but after thinking about what they said, I no longer insisted on raising this sparrow for a long time.

I opened its wings and found that its left wing didn't want to open and seemed a little red and swollen, so I applied some ointment to relax the muscles and activate blood circulation, then put it in a large shoe box, gently closed the lid, and placed it on the balcony, ready to put it away tomorrow.

This morning, I got up and went to watch the sparrows. I checked its wings. The red and swollen area seemed to be getting better, so I applied medicine to it again.

After breakfast, I found a holly tree with lush leaves and gently placed the sparrow on the holly branch. Looking at its round, black and bright little eyes, I really couldn't bear to part with it.

I watched it jumping up and down happily, and said to it: "Goodbye, and I wish you a speedy recovery." Then I shook my hand and slowly pushed it away.

I hope to see this little sparrow again in the future, and I hope it can recognize me.

Chapter 3: Poor little sparrow

What every animal in nature longs for most is freedom. I believe that if we could ask animals, what is more important than life in their eyes? They will definitely answer: freedom! Yes, freedom is very precious to us humans and animals; and on this day, a little sparrow almost lost its freedom before my eyes.

On this day, our family went to my aunt’s house to pay New Year’s greetings. Everyone was sitting at the door basking in the sun. At this time, my cousin suddenly shouted: "Look, there is a little sparrow!" After hearing this, everyone rushed towards the sparrow. The little sparrow seemed to be frightened, but it did not fly away, but slipped under the car. I noticed this and thought: Could this little sparrow be injured? Thinking of this, I immediately felt happy and became more active in catching sparrows. But the clever little sparrow was hiding under the car and refused to come out. Just when we were extremely helpless, my mother used long branches to sweep around under the car, sweeping the sparrows to various exits so that we could catch them. After everyone's "efforts", the younger brother finally caught it next to the tire. My brother put it next to him and stroked it. I stood aside and looked at the little sparrow.When I looked into the eyes of the little sparrow, I seemed to see its resentment for our behavior, its helplessness that it was injured and unable to escape, and its strong desire to live a free life... My whole body trembled slightly, and my heart was filled with self-blame: Why should I catch the little sparrow? Isn't it pitiful that it is seriously injured? You keep saying you love animals, why do you want to help others deprive animals of their freedom...

Looking at the little sparrow in my brother's hand, my conscience was disturbed, and I began to persuade my brother to give the sparrow its freedom. He initially agreed to me and let the little sparrow go. Although the little sparrow "escaped" from his brother's hand, it could not fly and could only hide in the crevices of the rocks. But this time, the younger brother regretted it again. He asked his uncle to help him catch the little sparrow, and the little sparrow eventually fell into their "powerful hands." This time, no matter how much I tried to talk, my brother couldn't listen. I could only watch the little sparrow being played between my brother's hands.

After lunch and playing for a while, we went home. My brother finally released the little sparrow at that time, but the little sparrow was already dying. I sincerely hope that the little sparrow can be as alert as before and can return to the arms of mother Lantian!

I hope everyone will stop hurting the little animals. You must know that without their existence, we would not have the happiness and joy we have now!

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