Legend of the Great Saint

I had a cold this month, a summit, and all kinds of disturbing housework, and any one of them that appeared before would break me, and I didn't break it this month.

Chickens leaping out of the roof, while still clapping their wings hard in the middle of the sky, insist on not landing, whether they can also feel a little comforted and then gain more courage.

So, please help me again, fly high!