A sheep of the last century

The sheep that had been with me for nearly five years was going to be sold in a market town twenty miles away. When my father expressed this meaning, he just stood under the old locust tree with swaying leaves. The sunlight whistled through the window lattice and hit the exercise book I spread out on the square table. The bald pencil was suddenly folded into two pieces for no reason. After a long while, hearing the news that the sheep was about to be sold, and depressed, I walked slowly on the secluded road in the countryside. The clear water in the ditch beside the road flows quietly like all the previous days without wind and rain, and the aquatic plants swing back and forth, just like my mind without falling. The sheep lowered their heads and gnawed at the immature grass, as if they didn’t care about the upcoming separation. The sheep was brought back by my father from the market town five years ago. They were not tall, but their eyes were very clear. The moment I saw her, there were countless waves in my heart. Before long, I became a veritable Shepherd. The bell rang after school. Along a long and narrow alley, I ran back to the sheep who had been waiting by the tree for a long time, took off the reins tied to the locust tree and returned her freedom of body and mind. Then, go out of the House, cross the hutong, and walk towards the ditch a mile away. The water in the ditch is rippling, the fish are wild, and the frogs are singing; The trees beside the canal are mottled and the grass is green. There is sheep and my dream. The distance between sheep and me is always about one meter, either in front or behind. I held a novel which opened the pages, thinking about every warm day in my heart. The country road is always full of countless reverie, and the green of youth shows the desire of season. The sheep ate along the backbone of the ditch. On the other side of the ditch, the little girl in Xicun was looking around against the wind with her lively goat. The sheep grew crazily in spring. She absorbed the milk of the Earth, and through the hot summer, she ran into the rustling autumn and winter. For the comfort in my heart, I quietly moved into the cabin near the sheepfold. Countless nights, the stars in the quiet night sky are singing poetic DreamWorks, looking at the sleeping Earth with drunkenness. I raised my ears, listened to the sheep’s gentle breath, and sensed her throbbing and heartbeat years flowing between my fingers. The tall and intelligent sheep’s eyes suddenly gave birth to a black circle, looking from a distance, like very pandas. I felt uneasy and asked my father for a convincing answer. The next thing seems to prove that this is a bad sign. In the late autumn, the sheep rolled into the ditch carelessly when eating grass beside the bridge. Although the canal was not deep, she suffered countless pains. Besides drinking a lot of cold canal water, her left hind leg was also seriously injured. For a long time, as long as I have free time, I will mow the grass, then carry it back and put it beside the sheep. Looking at the sheep chewing with relish, the sad heart gave birth to some comfort. Seeing the sheep getting better day by day, father’s face was full of smiles. No one would expect that disaster would come again. The whole family went out because of business. She almost ate up a basin of soybeans not far from the sheep. After coming back, we were all stunned. The sheep who had been held to death looked at me with tears in their eyes, and the pain spread over my heart like a rolling tide. I shed tears with her, grieved together, and died together if possible. When I was asleep, my father comforted me and discussed with my mother that if the sheep really couldn’t make it, they had to sell it to the Li family in the east of the village. They were butcher households. Sleepless all night, just waiting for a sad result. But the miracle finally happened. That sheep who had experienced pain and hardship passed the disaster, rushed through the gate of hell, and walked out of the sheepfold in the morning light. The sunshine that morning was so warm that I gave my heart to the breeze passing by me one after another. The robbery had passed, and sheep began to cherish the days when they got along with me. Often, she looked at me quietly, just like a pair of old friends who would never be separated. At that time, I had read a lot of incomplete books. The memory of youth gave birth to countless missing and thinking, but I didn’t know where those sadness and anxiety came from. From that gentle sheep’s eyes, I read through the rain in spring, the coolness in summer, the wind in autumn and the snow in winter. Mature, like the purple Mulberry decorated on the Mulberry forest in the east of the village, soaking my heart, sour and sweet. Sheep went with our poor life year after year. When it was too hard to walk, maybe she had the choice of fate. My father had expressed for many times that he would sell the sheep which depended on my life and death. Seeing that it was a foregone conclusion, I was also incompetent and powerful. In the dead of night, I sat on the small bench beside the sheep and stroked her chin. Painful tears flowed over my heart. Often at this time, she raised her head and licked my palm with her tongue in the darkness. I don’t know if she is also crying to find out that the buyer of my sheep is a family twenty miles away, and that family is not a butcher, so I finally let go. The sheep was taken away in an evening. It was a little girl three or two years younger than me who was a little clever; Her father was like an honest man. The sheep leaned on my side gently, looking at the world which she seemed to understand strangely. The reins turned from my palm to that little girl’s hand, just like going through a long century. My heart was surprisingly empty. I clenched my lips and stood in the setting sun without saying a word. I let the autumn wind blow down countless tears and the ocean flowing into my heart (Sun Shouming) (e-mail: xxs9642@163.com) Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. 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Life is but a dream, life as dream

On the last day of March, though it was still spring, and it was still my favorite season, and the Azalea still didn’t bloom all over the hillside, but my mood suddenly changed. With the hot season, with the strong sunshine and the coming of spring, I have strengthened my dream and accelerated the pace of my life! When can I rest freely in the Azalea flower and have no fight with the world? I wish I was just a simple Azalea, with bright spring blooming, silent fading after the season, waiting for the next spring, waiting for the life of the next brilliant person belonging to me, is it short or long? Maybe I didn’t realize that the life I walked through was like a dream until my appearance turned yellow. Different kinds of dreams, dreams, nightmares, both true and false. True or false, false or true, can’t tell whether Dream is life or life is dream! The night in spring is not as gorgeous as described in the essay. The starry sky is quiet and beautiful. The night in the city, the more beautiful the night is, the more active the night is! Zhongnan Street became a night market with all kinds of barbecue stalls. The smell of barbecue mixed with the burning and choking smoke of charcoal fire made the whole city seem dull and crowded. On the night in the countryside, the sound of frogs in the field was everywhere, one wave was better than another. Without the bright lights, the annoying mosquitoes will kiss you when their families are sitting in the living room. In fact, the sky in spring is very beautiful, but busy people don’t care. Moon, stars, breeze, scenery toggle heart the most really string. The moon hanging high in the clouds, Starlight, dotted with dark night sky shining incomparably. If you don’t believe it, you can look up at the starry sky on a leisurely night. The dark blue melancholy is as beautiful as a poem, and your heart is colorful. Looking up quietly and attentively, you will find this natural and innocent beauty! With the deep love, sweet, astringent, thick, deep, quietly from the heart of the stars, as bright as the sky! Leaning against the window and thinking about it from a distance, the softest place in my heart was wrapped with a thought. In the fleeting days, sometimes I would sigh. The waiting years and the growth of age are very realistic. When it comes to one day of a certain year or month, can you remember the beauty of the past when you are facing the oldest appearance? Repeated days make life lack vitality, distress and worry, and all kinds of pressures that cannot be free from are like being tied up by oneself, binding oneself to death! In the days when I was depressed, there was always no way to explain. With the day of polishing vanished gradually, now, it seems that I have found the key to my heart lock. When I am unhappy, I will think of it quietly when I am not smiling! Maybe only when I am quiet and writing to the computer is the only key to unlock my heart! Although my limited cultural level and writing skills will not make my dream come true, the process of sticking to my dream and making efforts is still the most beautiful memory in my heart! A person’s life seems to be long and short. A good life comes from the mood. People who are depressed all day lament countless troubles in life, while people who are physically and mentally happy have endless dawn of life! Spring blossoms, summer grows, autumn bears fruit, and winter fades. Every year passes like this, and some memories are in my heart. These memories add up to a person’s life, a person’s life. Sunshine is always very warm, Moonlight is always very soft, life is like a dream, people walking in dreams are very real, dreams are like life, people living in dreams can not float like a dream, continuous pursuit, hard work, to forward! 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