I saw a miracle this day. Home is on campus, and there is a piece of radio gymnastics music every morning. That's an intermittent exercise in the attached middle school. Only this song can be returned. But maybe the principal of this affiliated middle school is a very caring person. Every time gymnastics music is broadcast, he shouts "Arms straight" and "Attention over there". So I usually put down my book and look out of the window for nearly fifteen minutes. Karma begins when I look at the world outside the window. On this day, I just turned my eyes out of the window when a bird suddenly flew and landed in front of me. This bird aroused my curiosity. I looked at it calmly and didn't dare to move, for fear that a little trouble would scare it away. Later I realized that what I saw was a miracle. I saw that the bird turned its feathers on its chest with its beak for a while, and then climbed up with its small claws to comb the top door. This bird is very small, with gray down between its huge iron-gray feathers. For the first time in my life, I saw the bird spread it out and pecked it bit by bit. The gymnastics music outside the window is over, and I'm still watching it, watching it carefully. I don't want to watch it for long. Finally, the bird turned its ear as contentedly as it did to listen to the chirping of its distant partner, and the deer suddenly flew away like it. I looked back at my watch at that time. It has been five minutes since the break. In other words, this bird has combed its feathers for nearly twenty minutes. Hey, can you believe it? Sparrow, a bird that always makes people feel nervous, a bird that always feels dusty and not so clean, and a bird that stubbornly seeks its own living space in artificial asphalt roads and cement buildings. I don't think it has a moment's peace, but today, on my balcony in late autumn, it has combed its feathers for nearly twenty minutes. I was deeply moved. My bird told me too many things. I can make a rational analysis and say that late autumn is the season after birds molt. This long combing is because birds are not used to new clothes, or because the rain last night rolled up their feathers. This beautiful bird is reorganizing its new makeup, like a girl who painted yellow on the mirror. It can even be assumed that before landing on the balcony, the wind raised the dust in the sky and the dust soaked into the bird's feathers, so the bird had to brush it well. There are many reasons to think, but none of them can dilute the emotions I feel. Because at this moment I thought of ourselves. Just as wings are the most important part of birds, so are our parents, relatives, teachers and friends. Without their support, our emotional wings cannot be unfolded, and without them, our emotional world cannot fly. In the rush to survive, we should also learn to cherish these most precious things. After the change of seasons, the great changes of life's joys and sorrows, and the ups and downs, perhaps the most important thing for us is to find a quiet corner and comb our wings carefully. At this moment, it occurred to me that I should go to the post office to buy a thick stack of white stationery. I should write down the inspiration brought by this bird. I should greet my parents, relatives, teachers and friends. Yes, I will spread a magical blessing to them and wish them all peace!