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我外婆家养了一群小鸡。这些小鸡还没有一个拳头大,毛绒绒的,颜色各异:有白色的、黄色的、黑色的。整天在院子里东奔西跑,叽叽喳喳的和我们这群顽皮的孩子没什么两样。每天清晨,小鸡们在鸡笼里“叽叽”地叫着,好像在说:“开门,放我出去。”等一会儿,小主人一开门,小鸡们便争先恐后地涌到了院子里,有的拍翅膀,有的伸脚,好像在做广播体操。
My grandmother raised a group of chicks. These chickens are not yet fist big, fluffy, different colors: white, yellow, black. Running around in the yard all day, twittering and our naughty children are no different. Every morning, the chicks are crying in the cage, “Jiji”, as if to say: “Open the door, let me go out.” Wait a moment, the little master opens the door and the chicks rushed to the ground The yard, some flapping their wings, some stretching feet, as if doing radio gymnastics.