I picked up a bird and let it go.

In the morning, I rushed to my last class. On the way, I found a bird in the dormitory area, Flying Wings, and cannot fly. At first, I thought it was okay. I took a few steps to remember that I also found a young bird behind the library last year. I was dead, even though my mom and dad were in the bamboo forest. So I went back and caught it, took it back to the dormitory, and planned to keep it. Then go to class.

After lunch, I brought some rice back. I didn't want to eat it. Then I bought a box of milk, dipped a few drops with my fingers, and it drank,
But if it catches a worm, it just does not eat or open its mouth.

Later, I took a nap and called it. I heard a sound like it outside. It looked like a bird jumping on a branch outside the balcony. If you think about it, let it go. It's not always a way to let it go. Whether it's starved to death or the cat eats it, let it go.

Put it on the balcony. I am on the third floor. Later, his mother came, maybe his father. With its encouragement, laruence flew down with wings.

This young bird cannot fly on the branches, so the fate is quite worrying...