Early every morning, they murmur y and whisper outside my window. This bright spring is particularly relaxed, they do not need to be busy building nests, just to live in the old nest in the past. As soon as they returned, they began to repair their house, which had been soiled by the lazy sparrows that had borrowed it for the winter. They quarrelled with the sparrow for three days and three nights to get the anger out of their stomachs.
This is a cute little couple. Probably just married, always following closely behind one another. Both stood on the wire where I was drying my clothes and swung on the swing. Soon, the mother swallow laid four white-skinned eggs. The son of the naughty from the field of the fruit tree picked up a other color of the bird's eggs on the ladder while the mother of the swallow did not pay attention to put into the swallow nest.
From then on, the father swallow was no longer silent. The father swallow is no longer silent. He quarrels with the mother swallow every day. It is angry with the mother swallow's unchaste cheating, it is so hard to catch food every day, rain or shine. But the swallow's mother was having an affair behind his back, and even gave birth to a wild egg with someone else. He wanted to kick out the flowery skinned egg, but the mother swallow desperately blocked it, yelling, "Throwing away the child is like throwing away me, look carefully, it's all your child, I swear." Yan's father looked at her sincere attitude and fell silent. But after a closer look, he burst into a rage and roared, "If I'm confused, how can I not recognize my own children?" Yan's mother was full of grievances, said, "The monthly fetus baby ugly like a donkey, perhaps out of the shell will be good!"
Although things have come to such a pass, the father of the swallow is still a responsible father, and he hunts for food for his beloved woman every day. Soon, the swallows came out of their shells. Four black elves, mixed with a flower-colored alien in the middle. The father of the swallows is nearly broken.
The quarrelsome gloom was on every day. It looked at his emaciated wife who had a hard time incubating the eggs, but insisted on working harder to feed their family. The flower bird child ate an incredible amount of food and grew up quickly. It was bigger than any of its siblings, and its huge appetite prompted the mother swallow to leave the nest and start catching food for them as well. The mother swallow soothed the father swallow, "Maybe it is an unusual baby!" The two swallows stopped fighting and went back and forth every day to feed their young.
Once, the narrow nest could no longer accommodate so many swallows, and the flower bird turned around and squeezed one of its sisters down. Several pairs of little eyes looked downward in unison, and their fellow sister fell to her death.
The mother and father swallows returned home devastated. They warned them, "Don't go to dangerous places again."
The flower birdie ate a lot, got big and learned to fly early. The other three little swallows slowly learn to fly with the encouragement of their parents.
When the little swallows came out of their nests, all the relatives and friends of the parents came to our house to congratulate them. Ten or so black elves sang and danced, enthusiastically congratulating these lovely new lives and sending their good wishes to them.
In the middle of it all was a flower bird, which was most happy at the moment and chirped excitedly. Also danced happily.