Compared to today's babies, I developed very slowly, and I didn't walk slowly until I was about three years old. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 As soon as I learned to walk, I couldn't hold back my loneliness, so I embarked on a path of imitation, and the object of imitation was a donkey.

Although a child does not understand anything, his observation ability is no less than that of adults. Otherwise, why would I not imitate an adult, but a donkey? This is because the donkey that my grandfather raised was a disabled donkey, and in my memory, my grandfather always walked in front, pulling a lame white donkey with the reins, and I stood at a distance and quietly watched the donkey's every move. It seems that at that young age, I already have a lot of sentimentality. I vaguely remember that every time I looked at the donkey, I was very sad, and I should have sympathized with the disability that the donkey had left behind.

When I stood at a distance and began to look at the donkey, I probably already had the idea of imitating it. Of course, I can't remember what I thought at those times, and even if I did, because of the age, I had almost forgotten it, and some of the descriptions I learned from the adults in the family. It is said that later when I was walking, I had a problem, just like the donkey, limping and lame. This made my family very anxious, and they thought I was suffering from a strange rheumatism. However, this fear was always discovered by attentive family members, who found out that every time I was lame, it was after seeing the donkey. This made all the adults in the family laugh, and they would always call me in front of everyone before and after tea and dinner, and let me learn the donkey's walking posture. The little ones couldn't stand the fools of the adults, so I limped in front of the crowd with the same heavy steps as the donkeys, and the crowd laughed on their backs, which brought a lot of fun to the whole family. As far as I can remember, this imitation of my image later became the material for my family's amusement in front of outsiders, and every time someone came to my house, they asked me to learn how to walk on the donkey, which caused me to stop "teasing" me later when I got tired of the adults being fooled and had unpleasant expressions on their faces.

The donkey I imitated became my eternal memory. Its steps are heavy and slow, and with some disability, it makes one feel a little sympathetic when you think about it. And I, an ignorant little kid, actually made fun of it with my own childish behavior, and now that I think about it, I was wrong, after all, I already have a deep affection for the donkey.

When I grew up, after watching "Journey to the West", I thought of the donkey that had been with me for a long time, and I suddenly realized, yes, it was the reincarnation of the white dragon horse. It's true that I never saw a white donkey again in real life.

Its fate is destined to be tragic, and it may become someone else's meal.

One day a stranger came and said that if he wanted to take the donkey, it must be my grandfather who wanted to sell it, and when I heard this, I cried and my family was baffled, they couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.

The donkey looked back at the little child more than once as he walked, and the child saw the tears that flowed from its eyes, and although it was reluctant, it could not resist the human fiddling. The little children protested to the adults by falling on their heels and mutilating themselves, saying that they couldn't sell the donkey! The adults just smiled faintly.

The first friend in my life ---- a white donkey, and I said goodbye to my childhood.