阳光暖暖地照着,风柔柔地吹着。田野上,小草拼命从土里往外钻,好像泥土也有了生命。鸡舍中,一群鸡宝宝破壳而出。他们的小眼睛滴溜溜乱转,模样可爱极了。鸡妈妈被宝宝们逗乐了。她站起身,大喊一声:“宝贝们,开饭了!”鸡宝宝们“叽叽”叫着,声势浩大地跟在鸡妈妈后面,去外面找虫子吃啦。屋檐下,燕宝宝们也从卵壳里陆陆续续探出了头。他们的眼睛紧闭着,身上的羽毛很少,连站起来的力气都没有,一副弱不禁风的样子。即便如此,燕妈妈还是一脸的高兴。 The sun shone warmly, the wind blew softly. Field, the grass desperately drill out from the soil, as if the soil has also had life. In the chicken coop, a group of chicken babies burst out of shell. Their little eyes drifting around, look very cute. Chicken mother amused by babies. She stood up and shouted: “Babe, have a meal!” “Babies,” “Screaming,” screaming, marveling behind the chicken mother and going outside for bugs. Under the eaves, Yan baby also probed one after another from the egg shell. Their eyes were closed, their feathers were few, and their strength did not stand up, a fragile look. Even so, Yan mother is still happy face.