Do you still remember Zhu Ziqing's Hurry? The swallows are gone, and there will be times when they will come again; when the willows are withered, there will be times when they are green; when the peach blossoms are withered, they will bloom again... With emotion, time is fleeting , the time is gone. Indeed, in the blink of an eye, the newly born bird was already full of feathers. But where is the thing we want? Not much to say, let's take a look at the chick with the tail like scissors coming out of the nest.