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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It’s a cool year, and the youth is getting late

My blood is in harmony with you; My pain is the same as yours; My secret is in your heart. You are more eternal than family affection, sweeter than love, and warmer than friendship. Wrote text can fly mountains Phoenix, will dance people Kosei. Only honor for University talented women. Intellectuality also has connotation, and tenderness is more filial. Really Tianjiao. ~ Write it to my friend Lu Qian. It turns out that I have a complete desire for words. Be sure to complete two straight lines of lic station operation process before you let yourself go. As you know, all pregnancy is after the pain. Therefore, I will never shout pain during the ten-month pregnancy. I said to Xiaoru that only a drop of spirit every day, or poetry or parallelism or dot collection, can we live up to the only love in this life. Inspiration floated in the air. I took it down gently and stored it on the Internet. Friendship remains in the space, I copy it quietly and collect it in Tencent. Love grows in words, and I am secretly adorable, with shyness reflected on my face. Family ties moored in the sea of heart, and I was deeply attached to it. I was concerned about the seal carving in my heart. The past eight years ago, 100,000 words. Time is not easy to achieve positive results. Every drop of tears has been bred from gravel to Pearl. My youth has weakened the scenery at the beginning of the century. Listen, the wind at that time hurt cardamom. The qinse sounds wonderful, the mountains and rivers are good, and the spring snow is rare. The bosom friend is Rong Hua, and the troubles disappear. ~ Write to Mr. Chen Ronghua Guo Jingming, the character Elf ~ excellent grades, excellent family background, melancholy words, and anxiety. Narcissism in self-abasement, low profile in Climax, sadness in brightness, battle in sea of questions, struggle in framework. Youth, background. Time, reflection. Grand track, Huancheng. Text, dream. Bright, sorrow. Lonely, grow. ~ The Edge of Love and Pain, written by Guo Jingming. A small idea can get the support and encouragement of so many people. Moved and grateful. Thank you for your warm friendship, for your wonderful chances, and for your constant attention and companionship. ~ The heart of rhombus flowers and words of kindness was full of Moonlight last night, and the beauty was charming and graceful. Celebrate the birthday together, sing and laugh heartily. Pingqing, Pingqing, happy birthday, youth. ~ “Zui Hua Yin. “Birthday Celebration” missed eight years. Can you still realize the dream of college in the factory? Youcai plan, I entrust you with the important task of improving quality and getting diploma. If: go to work, go to school, write three are correct, I think, two and a half years, will not live up to the fleeting time. The core content of Youcai plan Explanation Meeting: realize three powers ~ magic, charm and courage. Youcai self-created Idiom: Ka bin leads the point. Noun explanation: can go up and down, can be civil and military, can be promoted in energy zone, can be big or small. This is the highest level of talents. At the presentation meeting of Youcai plan, I became friends with the female host Lele of xiuwai Huizhong. Thank her for giving me the opportunity to speak on the stage; Thank her for reading the warmth of my words together with me; Thank her for letting me review the fantasy of the stage; thank her for making my road to start full of sunshine ~ the hope of Linghua floral words the university’s cold wind professor was right: how far life can go depends on who I can walk with; How much achievement can I achieve depends on who can give directions. I would like to thank the professor for his guidance and encouragement. Thank you for looking up to an unattainable height in Tencent. ~ The understanding of the rhombus “Chinese-style divorce” ~ social money comes first, and feelings are vulnerable, man Yali “Chinese-style divorce” ~ youth is easy to die, beauty is easy to grow old, dreams are fragile, and leisure is easy to live. The reality is cruel, feelings are fragile, men are careless, women are sensitive and irritable. “Chinese divorce” ~ pressure and ED, sacrifice and give up enrichment and emptiness; Blame and betrayal, sensitivity and boredom, sympathy and perfection. “Chinese divorce” ~ life. Feelings. Marriage. Of. Dogmatic. Betrayal. Hide. Deception. Wound. Breaking. Collapse. Break. Cause and effect spring and autumn temperament is excellent, the artistic conception in the text is far away, and the words are full of plain notes. The knowledge of the rhyme and the law is clear, and the Qing Dynasty is a piece of literature and music. Brilliant in Tencent, women’s middle school hero’s CI Fu room. Dew is like Pearl, sweet and sweet, while Hua Ruo’s nectar is refreshing in the heart field, and the love and honey cherish the fleeting time. ~ The Tibetan poem “because of the skillful knowledge of literature, talented woman Lu Huanong” is written to the essay online of literary friend Lu Huanong, from registered members to contracted writers. Reputation is the floating flower as well as the driving force. Progress is very arduous and I am also very pleased. Chasing Dreams will sink and Nirvana. In the Sea of Time, pick up a spray; Keep a little thought outside the secular threshold; Look for a kind of connotation deep in the world of mortals. Words, this life and you, never leave. 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. 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