I have heard stories of herding sheep and cattle. Have you ever heard stories of sheeping?

Donkeys, domestic animals, have a stubborn temper and are not obedient. So they often scold people: You are stubborn like donkeys!

When I was a child, my family raised a donkey, which was short and strong. It was absolutely no less than any mule in terms of mania. From this I can judge that its father must be a strong donkey. In order to make a living, my father braved the thunderstorm and bought a donkey for my family. That afternoon, the family was just worried about his father's safety, because he had to pass a river on the road, and the river was flowing with turbid mud and water. I finally saw my father and a donkey.

The little donkey was walking in front, and my father followed behind with a willow branch. The reason why he called it a "little donkey" is because it is really not strong. We call this kind of donkey a donkey. My father said that this donkey had to mess with him and almost couldn't cross the river. I was thinking that my father was really a bit difficult for a strong donkey. The donkey was like a baby, still a naughty person, and he had never seen any world. What's more, he had to cross such a turbulent river. As long as my father got home safely, it would be fine.

From then on, the donkey became a member of the family. When I was a child, I was full of deep feelings for everything and always loved to get close to domestic animals. One day, I was going to touch the donkey's butt behind the donkey to show my enthusiasm and friendship. Unexpectedly, the donkey's hoof that rose up in the air almost sent me to the underworld. Since then, I have been full of revenge and alert for this donkey. As soon as I have the chance, I will take the opportunity to slap him with a whip. Just like some people now, I will retaliate against you whenever I have the chance.

After the weather was warm, my mother decided to let my brother and I take charge of the work of putting donkeys. The so-called putting donkeys means pulling the donkey to a designated place with grass and letting him eat grass. We watched him while watching him. This work made my brother and I very happy because the children from other families were putting donkeys, so we can also put our own donkeys.

Before I put the donkey on, I was very nervous. I could never forget his hooves. But how to say, be brave. So I pulled the donkey out of my house. Before the donkey had reached the grass, I had already started to go crazy. I pulled the reins hard and tried to keep it under my control. Unfortunately, when I was young, I finally lost to its mouth. It ran away! It started running wildly and started roaring. In an instant, I felt that the sky and the earth were sinking, and the scene was out of control. I tried to approach several times, but I was scared away by his strong aura. He began to fight with other donkeys, and the entire field became a battlefield for donkeys. In despair, my mother arrived and successfully stopped the war. We failed to release the donkeys for the first time.

The donkey's pace never stopped, so we pulled it out again. This time there was a wooden stick hanging in front of his legs, and he began to compromise and was no longer so rampant. Of course, he could do it, but the donkey's feeling like it was trampled.

We put the donkey in a deep ditch. While eating grass, he looked at his donkey in the distance. At this time, my brother and I had fun. We found a dirt platform and started to build our own dirt palace on it. In a blink of an eye, the sun set off the mountain and we led the donkey home.

The donkey began to get used to a free life, so he figured it out. He was no longer so manic, and began to become docile, following us obediently, walking towards the grassland again and again. Of course, I was still a little afraid of him, after all, his hooves were still showing off. We were still monitoring the donkey's every move at a high place, taking advantage of the donkey's grazing, firing with lumps of earth, or shouting at the empty valley, and then quietly listening to the echoes coming from the valley.

Once, I happened to meet the eldest master of Liangliang's family. He was not in a good mood at that time and his face was not blood-colored. He came to the group of children with interest and said that he would make a trick for us. We were very curious, so we pestered the eldest master to make a trick for us. He took our mud lumps and started making tricks. He made the mud into a shape like a bowl, and then asked me to hold it, and according to what he said, he threw it to the ground. Bang! The explosion scared us. Everyone squatted down and looked at the mud that had already fallen to pieces, and sighed for a long time that the great master's divine power actually made a piece of mud explode. The eldest master's face showed a smile, and a little childlike fun was added to his old face in the setting sun.

In autumn, the donkey eats its own grass and we have fun. We take a few potatoes out of the field of my uncle's house, make a fire, wrap the potatoes with mud, and place them in the middle of the fire. When the donkey is full and makes a roar, we take out the tough mud pieces and divide the potatoes into two, and the potatoes are hot and gas comes out of it. Eat the stolen potatoes and laugh in the valley. Just like the mountain king, we are satisfied with the things we stolen.

I folded down the willow branches in the ditch, wore a hat for myself, put it on my head, and led the donkey. I sang while walking. Looking at the sun about to set on the other side of the mountain, I couldn't tell what I was feeling at that time, but I just felt that the years were safe.

Later, putting donkeys became a project for children to travel around the mountains and rivers. In fact, putting donkeys is an excuse, which has the best of both worlds. After eating donkey grass, we also play it! Sometimes, when the donkey is finished, the donkey is full and goes home by himself. Only then did he find that the stuffing was leaked, so he ran home quickly and apologized to the adults.

Later, when there was electricity in our village, everyone was addicted to the world of TV dramas, ending the popular donkey release activity. Putting donkeys became the most beautiful past.

When I returned to the place where the donkey was left in the past few years, there was basically no change, except that big willow tree has grown up and turned bald. Looking at this hot land full of happy memories, it seemed that there was still a hearty laughter. The naughty children back then have grown up and wandering around the world. They should not have forgotten these days and should have missed them often. But they no longer mentioned these poor happiness and said it to others, which seemed quite boring.
Chapter completed!