那是一个阳光明媚的早晨,我和爷爷像往常一样在林间小道散步,四周出奇地安静,静得都能听见小鸟们欢愉的叫声。“爷爷你看,那只小鸟怎么飞不起来了。快,我们抓住他……”爷爷顺着我手指的方向看过去。眼前这小家伙真让人怜爱,小小的身体,一身黑灰色的羽毛,圆圆的小脑袋,一双透亮灵活且有点哀怨的小眼睛下面长着一张尖尖的小嘴,还有一对淡黄色的小爪子。 It was a sunny morning, my grandfather and I, as usual, walking in the forest path, surrounded by surprisingly quiet, quiet can hear the birds cry of joy. “Grandpa, you see, how the bird can not fly up fast, we catch him ... ” Grandpa looked down the direction of my finger. This little guy in front of people really merciful, a small body, a dark gray feathers, a small round head, a pair of translucent flexible and a little sad little eye below grow a sharp little mouth, and a pair of light Yellow little paw.