I've heard stories about herding sheep, and I've heard stories about herding cattle. Have you ever heard a story about a donkey?

Donkeys, domestic animals. Stubborn temper and does not listen to orders. So, I often cursed people: You are as tough as a donkey!

When I was a child, my family had a donkey, which was short and sturdy. The manic aspect is definitely not inferior to any horse mule. I can tell from this that its father must have been a strong donkey. In order to make a living, my father, who had just started a family, braved thunderstorms to go to a neighboring village to buy a donkey for my family. That afternoon, the family was only worried about their father's safety, as they had to cross a river with muddy water flowing through it. Finally I saw my father and a donkey.

The little donkey walked in front, and the father followed with a wicker. The reason why it is called a "little donkey" is because it is really not very strong. We call this kind of donkey a donkey baby there. The father said that the donkey had broken him and almost couldn't cross the river. I was thinking that my father was a bit of a donkey. That donkey is like a doll, still stunned, how has he seen the world. Not to mention having to cross such a fast-flowing river. As long as my father arrives home safely.

Since then, the little donkey has become a member of the family. When I was a child, I was full of strong feelings for everything.,Always love to be close to domestic animals.。 One day, I was about to stroke the donkey's butt behind the butt to show my warmth and friendliness. Unexpectedly, the hooves of the donkey that Rausch took off in the air almost sent me to Huangquan Road. Since then, I have been full of revenge and vigilance against this donkey. Whenever I had the chance, I took the opportunity to whip him a few times. Just like some people nowadays, they will retaliate against you at every opportunity.

When the weather warmed up, my mother decided to let my brother and I take care of the donkey herding. The so-called donkey release is to pull the donkey to a designated place with grass and let him eat grass, and we are watching him from the side. My brother and I are very happy about this work, because the other children are herding donkeys, so we can also release our own donkeys.

Before I released the donkey, I was very nervous. Never forget his hooves. But how to say it, you have to be brave. So he pulled the donkey out of the house. The donkey has not yet reached the place where there is grass, and has already begun to go berserk. I tugged at the reins and tried to keep it under my control, but unfortunately, as a young man, I ended up losing to its mouth. It ran, it ran, it roared. In an instant, I felt like the sky was falling, and the scene was out of control. I tried to get close several times, but was deterred by his strong aura. He began to fight with the other family's donkeys, and the whole field became a battlefield for donkeys. In desperation, the mother arrived and succeeded in stopping the war. We failed the first time we released the donkey.

The footsteps of herding the donkey never stopped, and we pulled it out again. This time with a wooden stick hanging from the front of his leg, he began to compromise and was no longer so rampant. Of course, he can be rampant if he wants, but the taste of the donkey losing his front hooves may not be pleasant.

We put the donkey in a deep ditch, and he grazes while looking at him in the distance. At this time, my brother and I had fun, we found an earthen platform, and began to build our own earthen palace on it, and in a blink of an eye, the sun went down, 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, he began to become docile, and obediently followed us, walking towards the meadow again and again. Of course, I'm still a little scared of him, after all, his hooves are still showing off. We still watched the donkey's every move from a high place, taking advantage of the donkey's grazing, firing a cannon with a lump of dirt, or shouting at the empty valley, and then quietly listening to the echo of the valley.

Once I happened to meet the eldest lady of the Liangliang family, he was not very good at that time, there was no blood on his face, he came to our group of children with great interest, and said that he wanted to play a trick for us. We were very curious, so we pestered the eldest lady to play tricks for us. He took our lumps of mud and started juggling, he made the lumps of mud into a bowl shape, and then I took them and threw them to the ground as he said. An explosion startled us. Everyone squatted down and looked at the mud that had been shattered, and sighed for a long time that the divine power of the eldest master actually made a piece of mud explode. A smile appeared on the eldest lady's face, and the old face under the sunset added a bit of childlike fun.

In the fall, the donkeys eat their own grass and we play our own fun. Take a few potatoes out of my uncle's field, regenerate a fire, wrap the potatoes in mud, and place them in the middle of the fire. When the donkey had eaten enough and let out a roar, we took out the hard mud and split the potato in two, from which hot gas came out. Eating stolen potatoes and laughing in the valley. Just like the king of the mountain, he is content with what he has stolen.

Folded the willow strips from the ditch, knitted a hat for himself, put it on his head, and led the donkey. Sing as you go. Looking at the sun that was about to set on the other side of the mountain, I couldn't tell what kind of mood I was feeling at that time, but I just felt that the years were good.

Later, releasing the donkey became a project for dolls to play in the mountains and rivers. In fact, releasing the donkey is an excuse, which has the best of both worlds. Sometimes, when we finished our own activities, the donkey was already full and went home by itself. Only then did he realize that he had missed the filling, so he hurriedly ran home and pleaded guilty to the adults.

Later, there was electricity in our village, and everyone was addicted to the world of TV dramas, ending the popular donkey herding activity. Releasing a donkey has become the best past tense.

A few years ago, when I returned to the place where the donkey had been spared, there was basically no change, except for the big willow tree, which had become old and bald. Gazing at this land full of happy memories, it seems that hearty laughter still echoes. The naughty children back then have now grown up and are adrift in the north and south. They should not have forgotten these days and should be nostalgic for them often. It's just that they don't talk about these poor happiness anymore, and they tell others about it, which seems to be quite boring.

The donkey we let go was pulled away by a donkey dealer in a summer that I didn't know about. It ended its glorious mission and perhaps turned into a dish for the people. However, it may have been happy too, and as it ages, it should often think of a group of bear children. But he should also be very sad that none of the bear children could appear in front of him when he was about to leave.