Descriptive Essay - A Comprehensive Guide to Writing (Essential Edition)

Author: Chen Jiangong, Tan Tan, Bi Shumin, Gao Hongbo, Chen Shixu, etc. / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-07-01
Features: In the evening, Mom brought a little sparrow home, which truly amazed me! It turned out that this cute little sparrow was too small, wanted to fly out of the nest, but couldn’t, so it fell from the tree. It was summer vacation, and I could always spend time with the sparrow. It often stood on my shoulder, turning its little head and looking around everywhere. I thought: Does it want to go home? Maybe I should let it go, but every time I saw it, I couldn’t bear to!
So, after a day passed, the little sparrow stopped eating. I spoke to it like a little sister,：“Good sparrow, good sparrow, eat a little, please!” It seemed not to hear at all, not even glancing at me.
The next afternoon, I found the little sparrow acting like a mad cow, flapping its wings and desperately ramming into the aluminum window. I quickly caught it and gently rubbed its body with my face.
That night, I tossed and turned in bed, my heart hanging in the air. It was the third day the little sparrow had been with me. In the morning, as soon as I woke up from my dream, I rolled out of bed and ran to the balcony. I quickly opened the balcony door and froze! What a scene lay before me? The little sparrow was lying on the windowsill with its eyes closed, looking listless. I immediately went over to pick it up, but as soon as I touched it, it its trembling leg and curled inward, shifting its whole body heavily. Seeing this, I eagerly called for Mom. She looked and her face changed dramatically, sighing deeply. “The little sparrow is almost gone!” she said.
I heard this, and my mind exploded as if it were about to burst, my whole body going numb. Holding the little sparrow, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and all the words in my heart turned into tears. At that moment, the little sparrow lay quietly in my hands, its weak breathing stopping. I knew: the little sparrow wanted to find its family, but it couldn’t fly, so it died in such sorrow. It was all my fault. I should have let it go! My teacher once said that the death of one sparrow might lead to the death of over twenty others. My heart felt as if it were weighed down by a heavy stone. I buried it in the garden near my house. There, it was a paradise for flowers and an ocean of trees. I even gave it a name—Diu Diu. That’s because it couldn’t go home, as if it had been lost. From then on, every time I saw a sparrow hopping on a branch, I would softly call out, “Diu Diu!”
Reviews from Famous Writers
The young author vividly describes the entire process of a “little sparrow” from falling off the tree to being brought home by Mom, from life to death within three days. The descriptions of “lying on the windowsill with its eyes closed” and “trembling legs” depict the little sparrow’s refusal to eat or drink due to longing for its family, as well as its desperate behavior “like a mad cow, flapping its wings and ramming into the aluminum window.” The entire text is fluent and cohesive, perfectly conveying the young author’s deep sense of guilt. P4-5