Lamb prose

In the early years, my uncle kept a lamb. It has white fur, black hooves and an embarrassing mouth. However, its voice is beautiful. It rubs your feet from time to time, looks at you with a pair of soft eyes, and bleats. It's really much better than many popular songs. Although its tone is one after another, there is no difference between high and low, but its magnetism is enough to confuse a person's magnetic field. Could it be the call of animals? Didn't the fairy in the sky change the face of the flute? The gentle call and soft eyes have softened the people in front of them. At this point, it's really inhuman for you to stop feeding it.

In his spare time, several teenagers took him to the hillside or tied him to a stake on the edge of the ridge. It is quiet when eating grass, and it is afraid of being laughed at loudly when chewing, so it often opens its mouth very small. Occasionally, a few broken grass fell to the ground, and it looked at it sympathetically for a few seconds, then leaned down to suck. Of course, Wen Jing only eats delicious food. Once its belly bulges, it will circle around the masson pine on the hillside or the stake on the ridge. If the mood is high, it will scream at the people around it, as if waiting for you to praise it for being obedient. You still have the habit of scratching your skin with your mouth. Must be boring, playing the game of stolen goods and bugs.

I remember once, we six teenagers were swimming in a pond on the hillside. When I jumped into the water, I forgot to tie the lamb to the bush or pine branch because of impatience. After practicing diving one after another in the pond, the yellow mud at the bottom of the pond has been mixed with clear water mixed with insects, which eventually led to an airtight drama. By the time we got tired and went ashore, it was already dusk, but the lamb had disappeared. My cousin burst into tears. When he looked around, he saw deep terror everywhere, shaking his trouser legs. Knowing that losing a lamb would be scolded or even beaten, my cousin really dared not go home empty-handed. We must learn to bark and look around the mountains with our eyes wide open. I look for thorns, then I look for firs, and then I look for rocks and mountains by the hillside. At 10 in the evening, there was still nothing, so we sat on the edge of a big rock in the Rocky Mountain in a daze. By the faint moonlight, a teenager saw some bloodstained things on a big stone and shouted: Shi Xian must have pulled the sheep out to be a waiter! After that, the boy learned to scream a few times, and suddenly shouted in a vicissitudes and horrible voice: Run! Ghosts!

The boy is brave and sharp-eyed. After shouting, he ran down the mountain road. The remaining five of us also ran around inexplicably, sometimes kicking dry wood or pebbles, then falling to the ground and getting up quickly. After running for about ten minutes, we saw several white flashlights by the pond at the foot of the mountain. It was not until our breathing was symmetrical that we found that our parents were looking for someone. Two of the mothers also cried anxiously, as if thinking that their children had been taken away by the water monster or something strange had happened, and kept shouting while fishing for water in the pool. We were going to sneak past when our parents weren't looking, but my uncle saw us. My cousin thought he would be killed by his father smack that, so he just held my arm tightly for a while, which made him nervous. Who knows, before my uncle came in, my aunt ran over and hugged my cousin, swearing and asked him if he was scared. Because people in the village usually go to bed early, they usually have dinner or order noodles to cook some eggs, and then fall asleep. However, this night, because the teenagers suddenly came home late, the original schedule was destroyed to a certain extent, which made people laugh and cry.

Surprisingly, the lamb ran back by itself the next morning. It barked a few times in front of the uncle's house, chewed some hay and squatted down to have a rest. Occasionally, I see it put on a few movements, just like stars playing cool on the stage, not to mention how cute and moving it is. We were surprised and delighted to see it suddenly come back. Only my cousin wipes his nose and pretends to hit it on the head. It just obediently asked my cousin to put his fist on that head, as if listening to his father's touch and education. I remember that morning, the sun was shining, my cousin moved softly and the lamb sneezed in front of us. Listening to the sneeze of the lamb, we couldn't help laughing and sarcastically said to each other, "So-and-so, you are speaking ill of the lamb, haha, the guy who was slapped!" However, our laughter was scared away by my uncle's shouting. He snapped, "I'm going to kill this guy!" "

Later, the lamb was really slaughtered. In fact, when it was slaughtered, it was not a lamb. It's just that we have always been used to calling it lamb, so we adopted it. After it was slaughtered, it was injected with a lot of water, which made it look much fatter than usual. This chubby look is just like what it looks like after eating grass. However, it can no longer bleat in front of us, nor can it circle around masson pine or wooden stakes. The lamb's body was dismembered, and from beginning to end, neither my cousin nor I tasted it. How can we bear to taste its meat? Even if we see its blood on the dirt, we will be sad for a long time. How can you bear it? How can I not be sad? It used to be our good partner! After the lamb died, my cousin and I never went to the mountains to let the sheep go.

Time passes through my fingers day after day, and my cousin and I have bid farewell to our childish childhood. Gone are the days when I could calm down and listen to the bleating of the sheep, swim in the pond on the mountain, and treat the sheep as a good partner. Time and society are devouring our souls and pulling us from the naive world to an impetuous, dirty and cruel new era. Cities and rural areas are full of countless noises; Open-air ponds have been replaced by foul industrial water; There have also been bloodless murders between people because of interests, power and beauty. The human heart has fallen, just like that little lamb died!