One day during the summer vacation, I went hiking with my father.
In a tree on the hill, I saw a nest of birds. All of a sudden, a little kid came running, and he was going to hit the bird with a sling. "Don t hurt the bird, " he said quickly. I also hurriedly say: "the bird is our friend, this is the teacher say. Your teacher didn t tell you?" The kid face a red, say: "I know, never again dozen birds… "
The child left. I asked my dad, "dad, the little bird can t fly, but what will happen to people in the future?" Dad thought about it and said nothing. He took me home.
When he got home, his father found a plank of wood and wrote: "love the birds". I see. We went back up to the hill, and put the wooden CARDS in under the tree with the birds. Some of the walking grandfathers saw it and said, "yes, love the little bird. This little girl is a good boy. " Hear me in my heart…
At that moment, the birds in the tree are chirping, as if thanking us!
暑假期间的一天，我和父亲一起去徒步旅行。
在山上的一棵树上，我看到了一窝鸟。突然，一个小孩跑了过来，他准备用吊带打那只鸟。“别伤害那只鸟，”他很快说。我也赶紧说：“小鸟是我们的朋友，这是老师说的。你老师没告诉你吗？”孩子脸一红，说：“我知道，再也不会打小鸟了……”
孩子走了。我问爸爸：“爸爸，小鸟不会飞，但将来人会怎么样？”爸爸想了想，什么也没说。他带我回家。
当他回到家时，他的父亲找到了一块木板，并写道：“爱鸟”。我明白了。我们回到山上，把木牌和鸟放在树下。一些会走路的爷爷看到了，说：“是的，爱这只小鸟。这个小女孩是个好男孩。”听我说……
此刻，树上的鸟儿叽叽喳喳，好像在感谢我们！
