一放学回家,刚走到自家的晒场上,我发现晒场边的篱笆下瑟缩着一只白色的鸟。我先是一惊,接着从地上捡起一颗小石子,向那只白鸟抛过去,白鸟歪了一下头,拍了拍翅膀,努力站起来,可刚站定,身子一歪,又倒了下去。哦,是一只受伤的放牛郎儿。我将书包往大门口的老梨树上一挂,小心翼翼地向放牛郎儿走过去,那放牛郎儿望着我,眼睛里满是恐惧,它拍着翅膀,努力想飞,但翅膀却无法托起它的身体。它只好闭上眼睛,将 When I came home from school and went to my own drying yard, I found a white bird crouched under the fence under the sun. I was first surprised, then picked up a small pebble from the ground, throwing it toward the white bird, the white bird crooked his head, patted his wings, and tried to stand up, just stand, body crooked, and down Go down. Oh, it’s an injured creature. I put the bag to the entrance of the old pear tree hanging, carefully to the detonator children walked over, then put the Cowboy child looked at me, eyes full of fear, it flapping its wings, trying to fly, but the wings But can not hold up its body. It closed her eyes