years ago, my family raised a cage of ten sisters for the first time. When the mother bird gave birth to a few exquisite eggs smaller than the little finger for the first time, my children and I waited eagerly for the birds to hatch. One day, while we were having lunch, the child suddenly shouted, "The bird has hatched." I went to the birdcage with surprise and saw that the so-called birds in the bird's nest were just two small pink meatballs, with only the rudiment of a bird, only a few sparse hairs on their bodies, but their black eyes were extremely large. I saw the newly hatched chicks for the first time, but I found them ugly, so I couldn't eat. However, when they grow up and their feathers are abundant, everything is concrete and micro. The whole body is already available, but it is relatively small. I like them more than those old birds.