Diary of the wounded bird revolves around the theme of environmental protection.

On a sunny Sunday morning, my mother took me to climb a mountain, and I was extremely happy. My mother and I took a kettle, put on sneakers and set off happily.

Passing the beautiful park at the foot of the mountain, we climbed up the mountain straight along the road. On both sides of the road, there were tall and straight bamboos everywhere. The deep blue sky is particularly refreshing and comfortable.

When we reached the top of the mountain, we were looking around the city at the foot of the mountain happily for our achievements. Suddenly, I heard a tragic and subtle voice. I followed the voice and saw a bird trembling on the ground, unable to fly. I took a closer look. It turned out that its left wing was injured. I decided to help the bird, so I carefully took the injured bird home. When I got home, I found a small medicine box, cleaned the bird's left wing with disinfectant, bandaged the bird's wound with gauze, and put it in a cage to recuperate.

the next day, when I was feeding it, I found that the bird was loud and began to eat. I was very happy. After two days, I gently untied the gauze and the bird's wound was completely healed. Birds can also flap their wings, jump around in the cage, and keep making clear calls, as if thanking my little benefactor.

The bird originally belonged to nature. The teacher told me that the bird needed to live freely in the sky. I decided to let the bird return to nature. I opened the cage, held the bird out with my hand, and told the bird that your wound had healed. You can go to your mother. The bird spread its wings and flew away in a circle, as if to say goodbye to me. I was particularly happy to look at the bird flying farther and farther away.