I am a maverick pig.

I am a pig, a thoughtful pig, a pig who knows how to live. When I was sad and anxious, it was raining and I didn't see the sun; When I am happy and relaxed, I am bright and radiant. I am me, I am a pig, a maverick pig.

It's really unusual to call me a maverick. Let me talk about my pig life first. I have been a pig for 23 years, and I will be 24 years old in two days. When I was a baby pig, my father and mother pig especially spoiled me. My mother pig is a very strong woman. She just wants to earn a lot of money to train me and Brother Pig. As long as she has money, she will save it for my brother and me to read, and will not spend it on herself. Mother pig is such a diligent housekeeper, virtuous and kind. She is very strict with me. As long as my grades are not satisfactory, she will criticize me severely. I know she wants me to grow up quickly, but I like to take my time. Yes! She's a little anxious. I can understand her hard work, so when I was in the second grade, I knew how to help her share the housework and tidy the room. Sometimes, mother pig will make me clean in a tough tone. You will sulk when you are unhappy. Why can't mom spend more time with me? Work all day except work. After a while, I began to be unable to understand the hard work and fatigue of mother pig. At that time, it was the adolescence of pigs, and rebellion, cynicism and wanting to be different followed. I used to hate that Mommy Pig only knew how to make money by doing business and never tried to understand my inner world. How I wish she could understand me, accompany me and hug me! I used to hate the "seriousness and indifference" of pig dad. In my academic career, pig dad rarely asked about my grades and study. In the eyes of pig dad, it seems that the growth without much intervention is more suitable for his pig baby. Every time mother pig thinks I'm not smart enough to help me with my homework and loses my temper, father pig will blame mother pig: "children should speak slowly!" " "Every time I hear this sentence from pig dad, my pig tears are even more turbulent. My pig dad is more manly than others, and he is especially honest and loyal: he doesn't know how to say too much from his heart, because he can make you understand everything with one action; His love is very heavy and he seldom talks to you because he is ashamed to say it; He seldom jokes with you, because he wants to keep the demeanor of the head of the family. He is strict, but also kind: in the third year of high school, I fainted from heatstroke. After he knew the situation, he hurried to school and carried me downstairs from the sixth floor. My pig father's back is wide and thick. Although my pig dad is thin, I feel heavy love lying on his back. So decisive, he carried me downstairs without saying anything, floor by floor. He walks as fast as a fly, and my pig father is a superman! Father pig is more flexible than others. He would bend down to help me wash my feet with hot water: at that time, I was under great pressure and lost sleep for several days. One night I fainted at home, and my mother pig was so scared that she told her father pig to come back at once and let the doctor prescribe medicine. Father pig hurried home as quickly as possible, brought back headache medicine and fetched water to help me wash my feet. The water was very hot at that time, but my heart was warm! But I've never washed his feet once ... Speaking of the dribs and drabs I spent with my father pig than with my mother pig, it seems that we have never had such outdoor activities as family mobilization. Brother Zhu and I have always grown up on our own initiative, but I may be luckier, more conscious and harder. My pig brother has been a "beauty embryo" since childhood. I call him Beauty Embryo because I liked to wrap his head in a headscarf when I was a child. He really looks like a little princess with long hair! He is lazy and often lets me clean it myself. At a certain stage, he didn't like taking a bath or brushing his teeth, so I always used that experience to satirize him. Ha ha! Every pig doesn't like cleanliness sometimes! To tell you in secret, I hated washing my face and brushing my teeth at a certain stage in primary school, and the washing process was sloppy. When I was a child, I always had the illusion that my parents liked my brother better: when I was a child, my brother had many toys to play with, and every time I went to the supermarket, I could return home with a full load. I envy him, envy him, and think that pig parents love him more! Now I know that my parents are not partial to anyone. They love their pigs and children deeply, but they are ashamed to express this heavy love.

My pig life is lively and interesting. I have a simple pig father and mother to raise me, and a cute and sensible pig brother to grow up with me, which makes me understand what "sharing" means. I also have a group of lovely pig companions who help me when I am confused and helpless and encourage me when I am disappointed and sad. I also have a pig husband who treats me like a baby in his hand! Oh! By the way, in my pig-raising career, there will always be one pig after another, constantly guiding me!

Ah! I am a soft pig. In grade one, I studied rhythmic gymnastics with my little friend Gu Ting. They almost joined the acrobatic troupe because I practiced well. I am also a pig with musical cells. In the second grade, I often sang with my little friend, A Ping, but I was a little famous at school. We joined the choir, and it was originally agreed that we would be the lead singer of the choir. Because of playing truant, I caught a small fish tadpole, smelled a hundred flowers, saw a hundred plants, and had fun, but I was eliminated! Apple said she was scolded when she came home! I don't know what this means. From grade one to grade four, I, A Ping, A Hua and Gu Ting are all good friends. Ping and I have been in a bad mood. Every time there is disagreement, Ahua has become the hardest hit area. She always asks her, "Hua, who are you going to be with?" Said very helpless. I still remember the most serious quarrel. I lost my temper that day. Apple called to explain. I picked up the phone and hung up without saying anything. Apple didn't give up and kept calling. I was willful and didn't answer your phone! Is the batter out? After about three times, Apple stopped playing. I realized that I was "sinful" and called to apologize. Apple flew into a rage and died like me. Fortunately, I didn't give up. I finally "touched" her heart for the fourth time and we made up! I apologize after every quarrel, but we made up, but we just didn't tell Iowa the first time. Hua said she was angry! I often go to Apple's house to sleep. Apple loves to comb my hair and make up. Once she fiddled with my hair in front of the mirror and said, "I'll cut your bangs!" " ! After much consideration, I still couldn't beat her and had to give in. You know, the next day, my pig is going to take part in the singing contest! Fortunately, her skills are good, so I went to junior high school with neat bangs, and persisted until the third day, but I was encouraged by Gu Ting to cut my long hair for many years, on the grounds that studying in the third day was heavy and stressful, and short hair could reduce hair loss and be taken care of.

Speaking of Gu Ting, we also quarreled. The most serious one was in the sixth grade of primary school. This is a heartbreaking quarrel. She wrote a letter that made me feel uncomfortable. I broke down, tore up her letter and threw it in her face. She was silent! I thought we would never contact again in that quarrel. It was the selection of Little Egret Song and Dance Troupe that made us good pig partners again. I am valued by my teacher. I almost went to learn to sing after graduating from primary school. I want to leave my hometown and study independence outside. She won't lend me a hand of friendship. Later, the plan was terminated because pig dad thought knowledge and culture were more important! To say that our fate is really unusual, we are all in the same class from Grade One to Grade Six. Every day after school, she will buy snacks and eat a pack of snacks while walking on the road. She said something good would be shared with her friends. She has always been strong. After graduating from junior high school, I have no choice but to go to a middle school far from home. She is just like me. One of us is from north to south and the other is from south to north. She doesn't care. It doesn't matter that she always comforts me. Every time I feel sad, Gu Ting will come out from school or home on her "Xiao Chen" Cara, and Didi DuDu will fly to my house to make steamed eggs for me. At that time, she liked to eat some "strange" food. Speaking of Ahua, she is kind and virtuous. She has been doing housework since she was a child. She is sensible and gentle. In primary school, we often failed two math classes and were punished for copying painfully. Once, there were so many mistakes that we couldn't finish copying them. I was so anxious that I called her and asked her if she had copied it. She answered the phone and said that she didn't finish copying, and they were both nervous and crazy. As a result, she didn't finish copying, but she went to school, but I didn't dare to go to school because I didn't finish copying, and finally I was dragged to school by my aunt! Junior high school often passes by her house after school, and almost every time she stops in front of her house to chat: I sit and she stands. In that youthful era, I met a caring teacher and helped my classmates. I have always been an excellent pig.

So I was admitted to the best high school in the county, but I was not happy there. I feel depressed every day. I am unknown, and the hardships and tiredness I encountered in my study broke out in the third year of high school. I became depressed, smelling the flowers, my eyes were covered with gray, my face was smiling, and I was unhappy all day. I thought about giving up, but finally I persisted with the encouragement of my relatives and partners. After my college career, I chose Rongcheng, where I had a family relationship dissolved in blood and water, and here I met another intimate friend-Alu. Ah Lu is very independent, very literate and has a wide range of social contacts. Every time she is confused and helpless, she will comfort me and remind me to look at the problem from another angle. Her self-confidence and optimism have been slowly infecting me, and unconsciously, I slowly lived myself.

In my most difficult time, God brought me the spiritual food for pigs-warm and sweet love. My pig companion is called fishbone. Although it used to be a fishbone, after we fell in love, I slowly cultivated him into a pig. It dotes on me, loves me and keeps calling me "pig!" " Silly pig! Smelly pig! ".To say that the love flowers of our two pigs are also envied by others. It's a warm pig, and I'm an emotional pig. It takes care of me like a pig. It just wants me to be happy. The better I am, the happier I am But it's not a pig farmer, because it can't kill me no matter how fat and strong I am. It always wants me to get fat for nothing, but I just can't get fat. I am a tall, thin, tall and thin pig! I am a maverick pig! Slowly, I walked out of the pigsty, and I tried to observe the world with my own unique eyes: I found that every flower has its own fragrance, and there will always be a few you need to wait for them to bloom slowly and bloom. Maybe that fragrance will dissipate in a short time, but before that, I keep telling myself: I must guard them carefully and grow with them until they grow up and bloom their own unique breath. So I will always remember it in my own unique way until the fragrance dissipates.

I like to smell flowers with my pig's nose, taste fruits with my pig's mouth and listen to birds singing with my pig's ears. Every feeling God gives me moves me: different perceptions will quietly grow my inspiration; I thank God for every experience: good or bad, because every experience will bring me growth. I am a pig! A maverick pig! When I am depressed, I will take it out on my pig companion, who has a lot of meat, "the prime minister can punt in his stomach"; When it doesn't hurt, I will spoil my pig friend, just like a sow; If I am in a happy mood, the whole happy atmosphere will diffuse around me like flowers, infecting my parents and pig companions. Now, there are such a group of piglets around me, their inner world is particularly simple, and friendly guidance will make them continue to be good! Get up. I hope my little pig can be as maverick as I am. I hope they shine on you, not melancholy. ...