笨鸟先飞

It was a beautiful spring day in a forest in ancient China. The air was crisp and fresh, and the sun was shining brightly.

In the dense forest, tall trees stood side by side. The sun’s rays hit the treetops and scattered through their branches.

They cast shadows of light and dark on the forest floor.

High up in a tree, a mother bird was resting in her nest. She had just hatched six baby birds, called nestlings.

The nestlings were covered with soft fluffy down. They didn’t have flight feathers yet, so they weren’t ready to leave the nest.

Five of the baby birds were strong. They chirped loudly. The one that had hatched last, though, was not strong at all.