走在放学回家的路上,我突闻几声忽长忽短的鸟叫,那声音尖利刺耳,如一把小钩子抓着我的心。循声找去,我看到树底下有一只羽毛还没有长齐的小麻雀,在地上一边打滚,一边声嘶力竭地叫着,它那乌黑的小眼睛惊恐地打量着周围的一切,显得那么无助。我心中不由得生出几分怜悯之情,便将它捧在手里带回了家。我拿出一个塑料盒,给麻雀安了一个家,妈妈劝诫道:“孩子,麻雀是养不活的,还是放了吧。”可我偏不信。第二天一大早,我被一声声鸟叫吵醒了。我好奇地走到窗前一看,一群 Walking back home from school on the road, I suddenly heard a few suddenly long and short birds, the sound sharp sharp, such as a small hook holding my heart. As soon as I heard it, I saw a little sparrow under the tree without long neatness, rolling on the ground, screaming hoarsely, and its black little eyes scrutinizing in horror about everything around and looked so helpless . My heart could not help but give birth to a bit of compassion, it will be held in hand and brought home. I took out a plastic box, gave the sparrow a home, my mother advised: “Children, sparrows are not supported, or let it go.” But I do not believe it. The very next morning I was awakened by a sound bird. I curiously went to the window to see a group