It turned out to be an injured bird. Who did this? We should protect birds, because animals are our friends. I gently picked up the bird and saw that the bird's leg was hurt and the wound was still bleeding.
I took the bird home, washed the wound with clear water, applied medicine and wrapped it with gauze. I found a box filled with cotton and made a comfortable home. I put the bird in the box and let it recover.
The wound is getting better every day. When we eat, we can also feed it. It grows stronger every day. In the evening, we took the bird out for a walk. The bird flapped its wings and flew slowly. It became our leader, and wherever it flew, we followed it.
In this way, we walked a lot. When I came back, I held it and it blinked at me. Soon we got home. I gently put the bird into the box, and it soon fell asleep. The bird's wounds are all healed, and it can fly high.
It flies freely in the sky, and I feel extremely happy when I look at the distant figure of the bird. I just walked up to the bird and saw it looking at me imploringly with frightened eyes. I took a closer look and made sure that the bird's calf was injured, and the gray feathers were soaked with red blood. I quickly carried the bird into the house with my palm, found a clean small box and put it in, then gently wiped and bandaged its wound with medicine.
2. Description of bird injury (good words, good sentences and good paragraphs) Suddenly, there was a cry of birds. I opened the door and looked, ah, why is the bird on the ground? It looked at me and flapped its wings, but it couldn't fly, and there was a pool of blood on the ground next to it. It turned out to be an injured bird. Who did this? We should protect birds, because animals are our friends.
I gently picked up the bird and saw that the bird's leg was hurt and the wound was still bleeding. I took the bird home, washed the wound with clear water, applied medicine and wrapped it with gauze. I found a box filled with cotton and made a comfortable home. I put the bird in the box and let it recover. The wound is getting better every day. You can feed it when you eat. It grows stronger every day. In the evening, we took the bird out for a walk. The bird flapped its wings and flew slowly. It became our leader, and wherever it flew, we followed it. In this way, we walked a lot. When I came back, I held it and it blinked at me. Soon we got home. I gently put the bird into the box, and it soon fell asleep.
The bird's wounds are all healed, and it can fly high. It flies freely in the sky, and I feel extremely happy when I look at the distant figure of the bird.
I just walked up to the bird and saw it looking at me imploringly with frightened eyes. I took a closer look and made sure that the bird's calf was injured, and the gray feathers were soaked with red blood. I quickly carried the bird into the house with my palm, found a clean small box and put it in, then gently wiped and bandaged its wound with medicine.
Praise a thousand poems. I am like a wounded bird. Whether the lyrics are this "trust me" or not.
believe/ trust me
Lyrics, causal brothers
Create Declan
Arrange Causality Brothers/Ceng Ni
Singing causal brothers
Mom, don't cry.
Let me wipe the tears from your eyes.
Dad, don't be sad.
We can also bloom after the cold winter.
Look at how beautiful the world is. Birds are flying.
Hold me tight and I will face it bravely.
Believe me, we are just wounded birds.
Believe me, we will fly higher in the end.
Believe me, because we all believe.
As long as there is your love.
Anything is possible.
Don't let go.
Mom, don't cry.
Let me wipe the tears from your eyes.
Dad, don't be sad.
We can also bloom after the cold winter.
Look at how beautiful the world is. Birds are flying.
Hold me tight and I will face it bravely.
Believe me, we are just wounded birds.
Believe me, we will fly higher in the end.
Believe me, because we all believe.
As long as there is your love.
Anything is possible.
Believe me, we are just wounded birds.
Believe me, we will fly higher in the end.
Believe me, because we all believe.
As long as there is your love.
Anything is possible.
believe/ trust me
(Please hold our hands)
believe/ trust me
Please believe that we can.
Hold me tight.
(Please take me with you)
Anything is possible.
I just ask for more love and care.
believe/ trust me
(Please hold our hands)
believe/ trust me
Please believe that we can.
Hold me tight.
(Please take me with you)
Anything is possible.
I just ask for more love and care.
believe/ trust me
(Please hold our hands)
believe/ trust me
Please believe that we can.
Hold me tight (please take me with you.
Anything is possible.
I just ask for more love and care.
believe/ trust me
(Please hold our hands)
believe/ trust me
Please believe that we can.
Hold me tight.
Please take me with you.
Anything is possible.
I just ask for more love and care.
believe/ trust me
(Please hold our hands)
believe/ trust me
Please believe that we can.
Hold me tight.
(Please take me with you)
Anything is possible.
I just ask for more love and care.
believe/ trust me
(Please hold our hands)
believe/ trust me
Please believe that we can.
Hold me tight.
(Please take me with you)
Anything is possible. Don't let go.
I am a broken-hearted bird. I am a wounded bird, longing for a comfortable place to heal. Experienced ups and downs, stumbled. I am scarred. Lord, you took care of me in time, and I am infinitely grateful for your love. . . Lord, it was you who comforted my sadness and relieved my fatigue. My tears of gratitude can't stop flowing, because I rebelled many times and stayed away many times, all because the Lord brought you back.
I am a broken-hearted bird. Lyrics: Composed by Lin Quan (Wang Guoqing), Ice and Snow and Love (Chen Yinfang) Arranged by Sea Breeze, Ice and Snow and Warm Feeling (Chen Yinfang) How wonderful it is to have a Lord in your heart. Thank and praise the wonderful care of the Lord, which is meticulous care for you, flying freely in the sky you love, and I have no pain in your arms. Lord, you are my shelter from the wind. Lord, you are the ferry in my heart. The love of the loving father of the Lord dispelled the haze in my heart. I am no longer a broken-hearted bird.
The poem about birds is 1. Woodpeckers don't sing melodious songs like nightingales, nor are they as beautiful as thrushes. They only have pointed mouths and red feathers. Nor can we remind farmers' uncles to prepare for a bumper harvest like cuckoos. It's just, don't you think? Cuckoo can only remind, but can't really practice, while woodpecker only works to eliminate pests on trees and crops. By contrast, she is a doer! It doesn't like to show off like a magpie, but it treats trees with its sharp mouth every morning and makes a crisp sound, adding a little vitality to the silent forest.
This bird is very cute. It has green hair, a pair of big watery eyes, and looks at all of us curiously. Its small mouth is sharp, and its sharp claws are red and thin. Although small, it is strong and strong, which hurts the teacher's hand. The belly is white and full; The tail is tilted, with few feathers, but it is long, beautiful in color, a little white, a little black and a little gray, and there is a small black spot on the tip of the tail.
In this flock of pigeons, I like a pigeon with black and white feathers best. Every time I go to Uncle Wang Jun's house to see pigeons, I can't help feeling its soft and smooth feathers, especially the green fluff around my neck, just like wearing a green velvet scarf. I feel very comfortable.
Hummingbirds have gorgeous feathers. The feathers of the whole body are almost sapphire blue, and the feathers of the abdomen are pale yellow, dotted with small blue spots, more like wearing a nice shirt. Five or six hard feathers on the small tail are also beautiful, with pale yellow tips, dark middle and white handles. The feathers of the wings are very thin, really as thin as cicadas! So its wings can flap 50-70 times per second, which is amazing! Hummingbird's mouth is a small tube, like an embroidery needle, which is used to suck nectar. His eyes are big, black, round and bright. How clever.
Hummingbird is the smallest bird in the world, weighing only 1-2 grams, only the belly size of the little finger. If you put a little hummingbird in your hand, you can't see its true face at all. Today, I finally saw the true face of the hummingbird in a color photo with a magnification of 100 times. It is really a beautiful and magical bird.
6. Black feathers contain milky white feathers, the corners of the mouth and claws are red, the tail is like scissors, like a drawn sword, cutting the air into a gap and flying in the sky-swallows.
7. Today, I saw a bird on the pine tree in our school. Its eyes are red, like a pair of sunglasses. The feathers on its back and abdomen are more like ties. It also combs its feathers from time to time.
At first, "beauty" was strange to the new environment. It is in the cage, with frightened round eyes, looking around. When I feed it, it always flaps its wings against me and refuses to eat. I had no choice but to put the food in a cage and hide it to watch it secretly eat. I saw the "beauty" flapping its wings for a while, and then I didn't show up, so it straightened its chest, held its head up like a general, surrounded it, and made sure that the neighborhood was really safe before it began to lower its head to eat, but it was very alert and looked up from time to time.
9. At first, I played with birds as soon as I was free, and I thought the birds were cute. But after a few days, the bird gradually lost weight and its lively and lovely appearance disappeared. It sang in a hoarse voice, flapping its wings and flapping its cage desperately, looking so sad and painful. I think when a bird is caged, it loses its freedom and everything. It is eager to fly out of the cage, fly in the blue sky, play in the forest, participate in the chorus and be a happy bird.
10, they are all black, their eyes are green, and their feathers are fluffy, like young swallows. They seem to fly desperately in the rain, sometimes to the roof, sometimes to the branches. I found a bird soaked to the skin and kept practicing. I think they are brave, not afraid of hardship and fatigue. I want to learn this spirit of birds, practice my skills hard when I was a child, and fly high when I grow up.
1 1. My family adopted a beautiful bird. It's cute, its feathers are beautiful and its eyes are bright. Grandpa said it was a game bird. But its head is hurt. Before this, we didn't know that it was its head that was injured, but we just felt that it was no more energetic than other birds and always motionless. When I was sitting in a birdcage to observe it, I suddenly found that the bird's head was a little strange, and it was difficult to turn around, so I thought it was its head that was injured.
12 I couldn't help taking it out of the cage. It struggled in horror and looked at me with frightened little eyes, as if to say, please, let me go. I found that the feathers on its head were short and dense, and it felt very slippery. Its belly is falling together, its feathers are loose and soft, and it feels warm.
13, crow, although his singing is not as good as lark and oriole, his body is not as good as eagle, his speech is not as good as magpie and his beauty is not as good as peacock ... but his heart is the most beautiful. May all birds, including people, have a heart as beautiful as gold.
14, the bird's head is inlaid with a pair of small eyes like black gems, and its mouth is very long with its small nostrils on it. It has a few little fingers on its claws and a few small white hooks on its fingers, which are probably its nails.
15, Grandpa's family has a lively and clever bird. It is covered with colorful feathers, with a yellow mouth and orange claws. It's really beautiful.
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6. Today is Sunday. I got up early in the morning and took a walk in the TV University campus.
In April, when spring is blooming, the sun is shining and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant; On the campus in April, holly is green and Chinese rose is in bud. I recited the text while taking a deep breath under the holly tree.
Suddenly I heard the cry of birds, like the cry of a desperate helper. I followed the sound, ah! A lovely bird looked at me with hostility.
I quickly squatted down beside it. He tried to avoid me, but he couldn't stand still and turned over. Only then did I see clearly that it had blood on one wing and bloodshot eyes-this was an injured bird.
I carefully held him in my hand and put him in a birdcage to recuperate when I got home. Mom saw it and grabbed a handful of millet for me.
I put water and millet in a drinking trough made of discarded beverage cans. When my father saw the bird, he praised me for being uneducated and raising red and white, and asked me to take care of the bird's diet and daily life. I said to my father, "I am going to put the bird back into nature after it is injured and let it find its mother!" " " .
A few days later, the wound of the bird miraculously healed, and it seemed to be singing for its mother. At this time, I really can't bear it to leave me! Dad seemed to see through my mind and said to me, "Let's have a flying ceremony. I'll take a picture of the bird." Another Sunday morning, we came to TV University. Our action attracted many people to watch. They didn't know the name of the bird.
Some people say that I am a silly child, why not take this bird to the bird market to sell? Some people say that the country has attached great importance to the protection of wild animals in recent years, and some unknown birds in our county have increased, which is a good phenomenon. After my father took a picture of the bird, I sent it into the sky. After hovering in the sky for a while, the bird landed on the edge of the building, as if smiling at me. My parents and I both laughed.