A beautiful passage describing sparrows

The beautiful passages describing sparrows are as follows:

1. I like sparrows, especially their big eyes, sharp mouth and flexible tail. In order to make friends with them, I often catch millet for them behind my mother's back. At this time, they rushed to fly in front of me, pecked rice and looked at me with shining eyes from time to time. I don't know whether they are alert or grateful to me.

After a long time, we really became good friends. Whenever I come home from school, they fly around in front of me, screaming as if waiting for me. In my spare time after finishing my homework, I often play with them in the yard and watch them feed and play. These "elves" spent an interesting childhood with me.

2. One morning, as soon as my daughter opened the window to scatter rice, the sparrow flew over and brought another one. My daughter stood in the chair by the window and dared not move, for fear of scaring the sparrows away.

Little sparrows were "jumping around" on the windowsill, and one flew to her daughter's arm and pecked her little hand on the windowsill. The daughter flushed with excitement, and the little sparrow didn't panic because there was no glass barrier. Two birds and a child are immersed in infinite joy.

Sparrows are the gods of freedom in the sky. In the early years, sparrows and swallows dominated the whole sky in the countryside, and groups of sparrows were often seen playing in rice fields, playgrounds and abandoned mounds. Because sparrows often compete with people for millet, people also think of many ways to drive them away.

I remember the real method: take a sieve, support it with a short wooden stick, sprinkle a lot of millet under the sieve, tie a long rope on the wooden stick, and people will hide in the distance. When sparrows fly down to eat millet, pull the rope and the sieve will cover two or three greedy sparrows, so that other sparrows will never dare to steal millet again.

This is the usual trick of playing sparrows when I was a child. We played wits with sparrows and had a happy childhood. Later, I never paid attention to sparrows, because I was no longer old enough to play sparrows.