An unforgettable thing in the dance competition: write 500 words.

When I open the window in the morning, I hear the sound of "twittering". It turned out that a small sparrow was singing happily. She has round black eyes, a small beak and brown feathers. She is small and exquisite. Every time I look at these lovely little sparrows, I can't help thinking of an incident that happened last year. It was a day of summer vacation. As soon as I came back from the outside and walked into the building, I found several children huddled together, gossiping. I didn't know until I listened carefully that they had injured a small sparrow and were discussing roasting it. I am in a hurry. Tell these kids? "This little sparrow is also a little life! Should I cherish it, should I let it go? " Are the children obedient? Give me this little sparrow. A little girl raised her face and said to me seriously, "Little sister, you must take good care of him." I nodded confidently. I carried this little sparrow home and took a small box covered with a layer of new white cotton that my mother just bought. Then, I carefully put this dying little thing on it. I examined it carefully. The sparrow's right wing was hurt by a stone and was bleeding. Then I touched its heart, very slowly, as if it could end at any time. A pair of eyes looked at me in horror. I quietly comfort it? "Little sparrow, don't be afraid, I will cure you." I found Yunnan Baiyao from the medicine cabinet, carefully applied it to the sparrow's wound, wrapped it with gauze, then put the small box containing the sparrow on the windowsill, grabbed a handful of millet, scattered it in the box, and found a plastic box cover, filled with water to prevent it from being in front of the sparrow. Probably very hungry, the little sparrow swallowed the millet in one gulp, full, and drank two mouthfuls of water beautifully. After dinner, the little sparrow looked at me with happy black eyes, and the pain seemed to be relieved a lot. In this way, under my careful care, a week later, the little sparrow's wings can move and her body has recovered. One sunny morning, I stood at the window, holding a sparrow in my hand, whispering to the rising red sun? "Goodbye, little sparrow? It's time for us to break up. You must live a good life. " Little sparrow seems to understand, staring at me with black eyes, it seems a little wet. I nodded to it and let go. The sparrow flew out of the window and into the blue sky. I watched it go away until it disappeared into the blue sky. Until now, this incident is still vivid, and I often think of the little sparrow flying in the sky. Through this incident, I feel how meaningful it is for people and animals to live in harmony! Here I call on everyone to start from now on, start from me, protect small animals and make the world a better place!