Observation diary animal 500 words written in four times 5

In the early years of my youth, my young heart began to sprout poetic emotions, gradually understood how to perceive life, and was often moved by some touching and profound true feelings. In the long river of my memory, there is one thing that has left a deep imprint, and it will never be able to linger.

It was a very ordinary evening and I went to a nearby supermarket to buy snacks. After entering, I bought a box of potato chips and prepared to go back. When I first came out of the supermarket, I saw a scene that I will never forget:

A little boy in ragged clothes, about the age of one, was shaking the broken bowl in his hand vigorously and looking at passers-by with begging eyes, as if he was begging. Behind him, two people sat on a car that didn't look like a board and didn't look like a board: a middle-aged man with no legs, covered in ash and wearing gray gloves on his hands, rubbing his hands on the ground and trying to move the board that supported them forward.

His battered face showed the same expression as the little boy. There was also a middle-aged woman with unkempt hair and could even see flies scurrying around it. The buttons of the clothes were wrongly buttoned up and down, so that the underwear was exposed.

From time to time, she smirks at others and sometimes rolls her eyes. In her mouth, she nibbled on a white steamed bun that was blackened by her hand. It turned out that she was a psychopath......

Today I came to the park, I saw a skinny little wild dog, I thought it was very pitiful, it happened to have ham sausage on it, so I threw it to it, but I didn't expect it to run away with ham sausage in its mouth. I kept walking and trying to find it, but I couldn't find the puppy anymore.

At this time, there was an old man behind him, his eyes were blank, his face was yellow and thin, as if he had not eaten for several days. He asked me in a faint but very clear voice, are you looking for a puppy? I'm surprised, he's ** out, how do you know what I'm doing.

I nodded and said, "yes, I just saw a puppy run away and then it disappeared." He asked me again, did you give it a ham sausage?

I said yes. I wondered why this old man was so annoying.

But soon, I changed my mind. I saw that the old man took out a ham sausage from his pocket, and his wrinkled face leaked a smile slightly, or the faint voice: Young man?

Thank you. I was shocked, this ham. Didn't I give it to that wild dog?

Look at the old man's eyes, they are somewhat similar to the dog.

One day I went to observe the animals, and then, all of a sudden, I heard the class bell ringing, and the teacher could talk about it today and write an observation diary.