The full text of "Donkey Rolling", an old story in the south of the city

Donkey Rolls

The man who changed the green basin used the handle of his blue cloth duster to knock the big green basin with two sides and said:

"Listen! Listen! What's the sound! Where can I find this green basin? It's like Jiangxi porcelain! You can add more!"

Mom used a pile of newspapers, three old leather shoes, two The broken iron pot had to be replaced by four small benches and a washboard; Song Ma also had to spare a small green basin for mixing cucumbers.

As for me, I am holding a small bench and won’t let go. The one who changed the green basin shouted for mother to add more things. An old cotton-padded jacket and two stacks of tattered books were added to it. He also said:

"Add more, you."

Mom said: "I won't change it!" Called Song Mom moved the things in. I was anxious that the deal could not be concluded, and I wanted to return the stool to him. Unexpectedly, the man who changed the green basin shouted loudly: "Take it! It's exchanged!" He waved his hands and said dejectedly: "Oh! Who let it go? It’s not open today!”

Four small benches were placed under the shade of the big tree opposite the door. Mother Song took the four of us, Zhuzhu, my brother, and Yanyan, to sit on the new benches. Tell stories. Yan Yan was young, crowded next to Song Ma, half sitting and half leaning on her, eating her fingers and playing with them.

"How old is your little Shuanzi?" I asked.

"He's as old as you, nine years old!"

Xiao Shuanzi is Song's mother's son. She has been telling us stories about her hometown these two days: the ears of wheat in the fields are growing, the grass on the hillside is growing tall, and the little bolts have picked dog tail flowers and stuck them in the horns of cows. She also held a thick shoe sole in her hand, tightly packed with thick hemp rope, which was made for Xiao Shuan.

"So he is also in the third grade?" I asked.

"How lucky are you for the country people? He can look after cattle for an adult's salary!" She stopped what she was doing, raised the awl and made a few strokes in her hair, and said to herself She said to herself: "This year, I have to go home and take a look, my heart is always out of order." After she finished speaking, she was stunned, not knowing what she was thinking.

"What about your girl?"

Actually, I already know the girl's story, Song's mother has told it several times. Song's mother's girl, like her younger brother, is also four years old this year. After she gave birth to a girl, she came to the city to be a wet nurse. She immediately came to our house and became our younger brother's wet nurse. Her milk is good, and her brother is white and fat. As for her girl, after she came to my house to try out the job, her husband took her back to breastfeed her. I ask once and she talks once, and I never get tired of hearing it.

"Girl, she spent money to give milk to others!" Song's mother said.

"Will it belong to you in the future?"

"My girl will not belong to me? Will you belong to your mother?" she asked me.

"Then why don't you breastfeed yourself? Why do you come to my house to be a wet nurse? Why do you give the money you earn to others?"

"Why? Because I told you I don’t understand, life in the countryside is miserable! Xiao Shuanzi’s father has no future and beats me at every turn. If I’m cruel, I’ll work as a wet nurse to earn my own money.”

I still remember the time when she first came here! One day, it was winter, and she was wearing a bright red cotton-padded jacket with a white lining, which was shiny and dirty. She stuffed the nipple into her brother's mouth, and he sucked and sucked. After a big meal of milk, he fell asleep immediately. He woke up after a long time and stopped crying. So she was left as a wet nurse.

Three days later, her husband came, pulling a donkey and tying it to a tree trunk in front of the door. He has a long face and yellow teeth. Why is he so ugly! My mother got off work, and the fold said: four yuan a month, two pieces of silver jewelry, clothes for all seasons, and a new bedding. It was a year and four months before she was allowed to go home.

Song’s mother, who was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, wrapped her little child in an old floral quilt and handed it to her husband. When she sent her husband and children out, she cried. She turned her back and lifted up her clothes to wipe her tears. She couldn't lift her head for a long time. Lao Zhang from the matchmaker shop advised Song’s mother:

“Stop crying, be careful to hold back the milk.”

Song’s mother stopped crying and gave the money to her mother. Zhang gave all the rest to her husband. She gave her husband many instructions, and her husband said: "Don't worry." So he held the child and led the donkey, and walked away.

A year and four months later, Huang Ban'erya came again. He wanted to take Song's mother back, but Song's mother couldn't bear to leave her brother. Her mother was about to give birth to a child again, so she left her behind again.

Song's mother counted a large pile of foreign money and handed it to her husband. He put the money into a blue cloth bag, jingling, and led the donkey away again.

From then on, he would come twice a year, tying the little barking donkey to the corner of the wall in the yard, leaving donkey dung balls all over the floor. Fortunately, it was only one day and he was sure to leave. What rolled down the donkey's back was a large sack, which contained either big peanuts or big jujubes. He gave it to the master and his wife, my father and mother. There are plenty of them in the countryside.

I simply can’t imagine what our family would be like if Song’s mother really went back to her hometown? Who will braid my hair when I wake up so early to go to school? Who feeds Yanyan? Who will protect my younger brother when his father beats him? Who will wipe Zhuzhu when she poops? We can't live without her!

But she often wants to mention going home. She has asked us several times recently: "Can I go back to our hometown?"

"No!" Except no. Except for the talking Yanyan, we all opposed it in unison. In spring, my brother got very sick with measles. He closed his mouth tightly and refused to drink the reed root soup. We looked at my brother who had red rashes all over his nose and eyes. Mom said:

"Okay, if you don't want to take the medicine, just ask your wet nurse to go back! Go back! Mother Song! Give all the clothes and gadgets to you little Shuanzi and little girls!"< /p>

Song's mother pretended to walk out and said:

"Let's go! Go home! Go home to our little boys and girls!"

"I'll drink! I'll drink! Don't leave!" The younger brother pitifully opened his hand to take the bowl of reed root soup in his mother's hand, and drank most of the bowl in one breath. Song's mother seemed distressed, and immediately hugged her brother, resting her head against his burning face and saying: "No! I won't leave! I still want our brother, not Xiao Shuan." Son, not little girl!" Then, her eyes turned red, and her brother gradually fell asleep as she patted him.

A few days ago, a young man who called Mrs. Song's uncle came to stay for two days and wanted to find work. He would use wire to weave lampshades for the door lights to prevent thieves from stealing the bulbs. Song's mother asked him:

"When you came to Beijing, did you see our little Shuanzi?"

"Huh?" He seemed to be surprised and stared at his eyes. , "I didn't see it. I came from my uncle's place in Liu Village!"

"Oh," Song's mother paused thoughtfully for a moment, then asked: "You came from your uncle's place?" Yes, then, our girl is breastfeeding Liu Cun’s mother, have you heard that the child is strong?”

“Oh?” He was surprised again, “I haven’t heard of it. That's right, don't worry!"

After a pause, he then said:

"Auntie, it would be great if you could come home for three or four years. Go back!"

When the young man left, Song's mother told her mother that she was hesitant and worried after hearing what her nephew said.

My mother comforted her and said:

"I think your nephew is not serious. Listen, he will come to your house now, and then he will come to his uncle's house. His own words I'm sorry, how can I know about your children?"

Song's mother was still worried, she said:

"I feel really bad since the beginning of this new year! In order, I had a dream several times!"

She called a fortune teller to interpret the dream. On Sunday, she asked me to write a letter for her again. I have memorized the place name of her hometown: Feng Village, Niulanshan, Shunyi County, duly handed over to Feng Daming, my husband's safe home letter.

"It's great to study. I see you can write letters at the age of nine. You won't be able to throw them away when you go out!"

"What does the letter say?" I took the pen and spread out a piece of letter paper. You can do it if you dare.

"Just write, is your family safe? Xiao Shuanzi should be careful when grazing cattle in the fields, and don't go into the water to play. I have prepared two pairs of shoes and a set of trousers and jacket. Girl Don't forget to give me money when the time comes! I'll give you a lot of money. The money I got back is almost 200 yuan. I'll redeem the second part of the land in Houpo to save the old people's land. I'm safe here. I'm just thinking about my child. I'll feel relieved if I can bring the bolt with me when I come next month. Also..."

"This letter is too long!" I stopped her endless words, "Let dad write it!"

The letter dad wrote to her was sent, and Song's mother was very happy these days. Now, she asked her younger brother:

"If Xiao Shuanzi comes, will your new bench be given to him to sit on?"

"Yes!" The younger brother said and stood up immediately. stand up.

"I will give it too." Zhuzhu said.

"Wait for Xiao Shuanzi to come, can you come to the elementary school with me to study?" I said.

"That's fine, as long as your mother agrees to let him live here."

"I'll tell you! My mother listens to me very much."

"Xiao Shuanzi is here, don't laugh at him, Yingzi, you are the best at making fun of people! He is a countryman, but he is an Aboriginal!" Song Ma said as if Xiao Shuanzi would be here soon. She looked at me again and said:

"Yingzi, he must be taller than you. He has grown so tall in four years!"

Song's mother was so happy that she picked up Yan. Yan, placed on her knees. With her knees bouncing, she sang her song:

"Eggs, egg shells, with a brother sitting inside, who comes out to sell vegetables, and an aunt sitting inside, and grandma comes out to burn incense, inside Sit down, girl, and the girl will light the lamp and burn her nose and eyes!"

She sang, holding Yanyan's little finger with her hand, pointing at her nose and eyes, and Yanyan giggled.

Song’s mother sang the Allegro again:

“Locust tree, locust tree, locust tree, a stage is set up under the locust tree, and all the girls are here, except my girl. Come; just as he said it, he came, riding a donkey, holding an umbrella, bare buttocks and a bun..."

The sun was leaning over, and the golden light was shining through the gaps in the leaves. With my eyes closed, I followed Ma Song's singing, tilted my head to avoid the dazzling sun, and suddenly saw a black mass moving far away from the entrance of the alley. I raised my hand to cover the sun and took a closer look. It was really a little donkey, and it was walking over. The donkey driver's blue coat was covered with a layer of yellow soil. Yo! Isn’t that Huang Banerya? I called Mother Song:

"Look, someone is really coming on a donkey!"

Mother Song stopped singing and turned her head to look blankly.

Huang Baner said with his teeth: "Damn!" The little donkey stopped in front of us.

Song’s mother didn’t speak or stand up. Her smile was gone, her face was sullen, and she was looking at her husband, as if waiting for something.

Huang Ban'er didn't say anything, and dusted his clothes so hard that the dirt flew up. I despise him! Cover your nose with your hand. He took off his straw hat again and fanned himself, not knowing who to say to: "It's so hot!"

Song's mother seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and asked:

"Children What?"

"He went to his aunt's house." He raised his feet and dusted off his shoes again, without looking at Song Aunt. His white socks had turned yellow, and those were made by Song's mother. His socks are like shoes, with several layers of soles and fine needles and dense threads.

I looked at the big sack on the donkey’s back and wondered what was in it this time. Huang Banerya took down his pocket and untied it, and took out a large handful of roasted and dried hanging dates for me. They were crispy to bite and tasted spicy and fragrant.

"Yingzi, take Zhuzhu to Xiaohong's house to play, and get some more Guuluozaoer to share with others." Song's mother said.

I took Zhuzhu away. Looking back, Song’s mother packed up four new benches in one hand and held Yanyan in the other. Her brother held her clothes and they were walking home. Huang Banerya took the little braying donkey and walked into my house. He must have stayed another night. His donkey is rolling all over the ground, and the flowers and plants planted by his father will be ruined again.

When we came back from Xiaohong’s house, it was almost dark, and I hadn’t eaten many Guuluozao, so Xiaohong tied them all up with a string and hung them around my neck.

Coming in, Song’s mother and her husband were in the doorway. Huang Banerya sat in a daze on our new bench, and Song Ma covered her face and cried, not daring to make a sound.

Food has been placed in the house. Mom was feeding Yanyan, frowning, pursed her lips, shaking her head and sighing, looking quite wrong. "Mom," I whispered, "Mother Song is crying!"

My mother gently waved her hand to me, forbidding me to speak. What is so important?

"Mother Song's little plug is dead," my mother said to me in a gravelly voice. She turned to my father again: "Alas!" He has been dead for a year or two, and it is no wonder that he has only said it now. Song's mother has been feeling uneasy for a while and must ask her husband to ask. Her nephew's words were interesting when he came. If two things happen at the same time, how painful it is! "

Dad also shook his head and sighed, having nothing to say.

I was sad to hear that, but I didn’t know what there was another thing and I didn’t dare to ask.

My mother asked me to call Mama Song. I also felt that it was a serious matter. When I entered the doorway, I didn’t dare to yell at her loudly like every time. I shouted softly: "Mother Song, Mom I’m calling you!”

Song’s mother could not easily stop her sobbing and came to the house. Her mother said to her:

"You go home with him tomorrow to see him. You haven't been home for several years."

"The children are gone, I will go back What are you doing? I won’t go back, even if I die!” Song’s mother said fiercely with red eyes; she took the spoon from her mother’s hand and fed Yanyan, as if this meant that she would stay at our house and not leave.

"Who did you give your girl to? Can you get it back?"

"How cruel!" Song's mother gritted her teeth with hatred, "That year I hugged you When we got back, before Ganqing left the Hade Gate, he gave the child to someone. He said he didn’t ask for money, but I didn’t believe it.”

“Whoever he gave it to has a name and a surname, and there’s a place to look for it! Go."

"They said they were given to a carriage driver. The couple are forty years old and have no children. Who knows if that's true or not?" "You might as well find out if you ask clearly! . ”

It turns out that this is what happened. The little Shuanzi and the girl that Song’s mother talked about to us when she was an adult are gone now. Song's mother made so many clothes and shoes for the two of them every year. Who did her husband give them to? Whose house has the little baby wrapped in the old flower quilt gone to? I wanted to ask how Xiao Shuanzi died, but looking at Song Ma's red and swollen eyes, I didn't dare to ask.

"I think you should go back." Her mother advised her again, but Song's mother shook her head and said nothing, although she shed tears. She fed Yanyan spoonful by spoonful, and Yanyan also ate bite by bite, but her eyes were fixed on Song's mother. Because Song Ma has never been like this.

Song’s mother fetched water for the four of us to take a bath as usual, spread thick prickly heat powder on everyone’s face and neck, and sent her brother and Yanyan to bed as before. It's just that she didn't have the heart to sing her tinder chain song anymore today, and just fanned them to sleep with her fan. Everything was as usual, except that she had not had supper today, and had left her husband in the doorway and ignored him. He was lighting the fire with a flint and smoking a dry pipe. The little donkey was probably hungry. It was lying on the ground and suddenly raised its neck and let out a loud roar. How unpleasant! Huang Banerya went over and opened a bag of hay. When he saw the food, he rolled over and stood up. His little hooves trampled down two or three hostas that his father had planted by the flower pond. The donkey ate hay, its nose twitched and its big yellow teeth were exposed. No wonder, who does the nanny’s husband look like? It turns out to be him! Why did Song Ma marry Huang Banerya, you stupid ass!

I got up the next morning and looked out the window. The donkey was gone and there was a pile of dung balls left on the ground. Song Ma was cleaning it. She looked up and saw me and waved me out.

I ran out and Song's mother said to me:

"Yingzi, don't run around. Come with me later. You can read and help me find a place."

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"Where to go?" I was very surprised. < /p>

"Okay." I agreed.

Song’s mother and I went out secretly, and my mother coaxed my brother and them to play in the room. Shortly after leaving the house, Song's mother regretted:

"I should have taken my brother with me. He would cry if he couldn't see me when he turned around. He never left me for a moment!" Just for this, Song My mother has only stayed in my house year after year, so I took the courage to ask:

"How did Xiao Shuanzi die? Song Ma."

"I'm not telling you "By the way, is there a river under the back slope of Feng Village..."

"Yes, you said, you should be careful when asking Xiao Shuanzi to herd cattle, don't just play in the water."

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"When he fell into the water and died, he didn't know how to herd cows. It turned out that it was the year your mother gave birth to Yanyan."

"Huang Bum, you What did your husband do?"

"He said he went to the fields. It would be strange if he didn't go to the back slope to play with money! Go ask him for food and blow him out. You can't go to the river on the back slope if you don't go to the hayloft."

"Also, why did your husband send the little girl away? Give it to someone?"

"Wouldn't it be more relaxing to give it to someone? Anyway, it's a girl who's worthless. If Xiao Shuanzi hadn't died, girl, I wouldn't have wanted it.

Now I have to get her back, so spend the money. "Song's mother said.

We passed through Bingbuwa, Zhong Street, Xijiaomin Lane from Rongxian Hutong, and exited from Dongjiaomin Lane to Hadmen Street. "I suddenly remembered another sentence on the way.

"Mother Song, don't you regret that you came to our house and lost two children?"

"I regret that I should have brought our little Shuanzi into the city long ago. Come, let’s study and learn Chinese with you.”

“You want to find me, go home?”

“Yes.” She agreed blindly. Didn't hear me clearly.

We walked to the entrance of the Bank of China in Xijiaomin Lane. Song Ma rested on the stone steps. A food vendor came by and stopped here. He set up a wooden shelf and put a square wooden plate on it, then lifted the cover and started making something to eat with yellow flour.

"Song Ma, what is he doing?"

"Huh?" Song Ma was looking at the brick floor in a daze. She raised her head and said:

"That's called donkey rolling. Steam the yellow rice noodles, wrap them in brown sugar, and roll them in mung bean flour. It's very fragrant. Do you want to eat it?"

Name the food " "The donkey is rolling" is very interesting, there is no reason why I shouldn't eat it! I swallowed and nodded, and Song's mother took out the money and bought me two to eat. She bought a few more and carefully wrapped them in her handkerchief. I said, "Are they for the girl?"

After leaving Dongjiaomin Lane, I saw the lively Hadman Street, but Which way to go? We stood at the door of American Tongren Hospital. Song's mother's back was soaked with sweat. She lifted the shoulders of her bamboo cloth jacket and shook it off while looking around.

"Go that way," she pointed diagonally opposite, where there was a row of shops that were not buildings. After passing a few houses, I saw a carriage shop. It was dark inside and there were people sitting idle at the door. Song's mother asked the man:

"Let me ask you, there is a big brother who drives a carriage, and there is a girl in front of him. Is he here with you?" That person is very good. She looked at Mother Song and me strangely:

"Where are you from?"

"A fellow countryman asked me to bring him a message."

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The man pointed to the small alley next to him and said: "Where are you at home? That's the house at the bottom of the alley."

Song's mother was very excited and thanked the man straight away. Then she took my hand Hand walked towards the alley. This is a dead end. At the end, there is a small black door. Although the door is closed, it opens when pushed. There are two or three children playing with dirt in the yard.

"Excuse me, find someone!" Song's mother shouted.

One of the children shouted several times into the house:

"Grandma, someone is looking for you."

An old man came out of the house. My wife, she was deaf and probably almost blind, so she didn’t see us standing at the door. She couldn’t hear the children talking. She didn’t come towards the door until they pointed at us. Song's mother shouted loudly:

"How many families live in your courtyard?"

"Ah, just one family." The old lady covered her ears with her hands to hear. "You have a girl!"

"Yes, you want to find a child to fuck!" She pointed at the three boys.

Song's mother shook her head, knowing that something was completely wrong. Before the old lady finished speaking, she said:

"We have found the wrong person!"

We Walking from Harden Gate to Harden Gate, I saw three carriage shops, and everyone asked about them and they shook their heads. We had no choice but to walk back along the same path. Song's mother didn't say a word on the way. It took her a long time to think of something and said, "Yingzi, are you tired from walking? How about we take a car?"

I shook my head and looked up at Song Ma. She pinched the flesh between her eyebrows with her hands, closed her eyes, and was a little unsteady, as if she was about to faint. She asked me again:

"Are you hungry?" Then she opened the handkerchief bag and took out a donkey roll that she had just bought. The mung bean powder on it had been wetted by the yellow rice noodles. I muttered: "Donkey roll!" I took it and put it in my mouth.

I said to Song Ma:

“I know why the donkey is called rolling. Your donkey rolls on the ground and there is always such a pile under its butt.

I brought one up to show her, "Does it look like a donkey dung ball?" "

I wanted to make Mrs. Song laugh, but she didn't laugh. She just said:

"Eat! ”

Half a month passed, Song’s mother said that she had gone all over the carriage shops in Beijing, but there was no trace of the girl.

Feng Cun could not be heard under the shade of the trees. The story about Xiao Shuanzi herding cattle on the back slope is gone; the pairs of thick shoe soles in Song’s mother’s hand are no longer visible; and dad is no longer asked to write a letter to Ping An’s family. She is always spinning the silver bracelet in her hand. Looking at it, there was no word.

Winter came again, and Huang Banya came again. Song Ma made him squat in the basement all day long and didn't talk to him. It was snowing. In the evening, after dinner, we huddled in front of the window and looked at the yard. Mother Song turned on the electric light in the yard, and the light shone brightly on the white snow. The sky was still falling, layer by layer. Yanyan was eating frozen persimmons, and I was reading the Chinese lesson called "Snow":

One piece after another,

Two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces,

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Six pieces, seven pieces, eighty-nine pieces,

fly into the reed flowers and disappear

The teacher said that this is a poem written by an emperor who cannot write poetry. This sentence was picked up by his courtier, but it sounds easy and pleasant to read.

My mother was making Yanyan’s red satin cotton jacket, tearing the cotton into small, thin pieces. Layer by layer. Mom said: "Call your boss. I asked him to write the letter secretly. You can go back with him and come back here next year after your son is born." The son will not die, the wealth will not be lost, Xiao Shuanzi and the girl will not be yours, what can you do! You can't stop having children from here on out! "

Song's mother said nothing, and then she said:

"What do you think? "

Song's mother then said:

"That's fine, I'll go home and settle the score with him! "

Dad and mother both laughed.

"Where are these children? "Song's mother said.

"Are you still afraid that I will treat them badly? "My mother said with a smile.

Mother Song looked at me and said:

"You are old enough to study, so don't bully your younger brother! Don't tell your father about him, he's young. ”

My brother has fallen asleep on the chair. He is very naughty now and often climbs on the table to look through my schoolbag.

Song’s mother carried her brother to the bed. She gently took off her brother's shoes, fearing to wake him up. She sighed and said, "If you can't see me tomorrow morning, you might cause trouble. She then said to her mother: "This child has a strong temper. Please tell me not to beat him at all times. Yanyan has been coughing a bit in the past two days. You should give it to her with pear stewed in rock sugar. I will take Yingzi's hair nest back to make it." I brought them here since I went to Beijing; it’s time for Zhuzhu’s socks to be mended. Also... I think I'm still... alas! "Song's mother stopped talking before she finished her words.

Mom took out the book, asked her father to read it, count a lot of this money and give it to her; she took the money and counted it without any care. He didn’t even count, he smiled miserably and said, “Just leave! ”

“Go to bed early, you have to get up early tomorrow. "Mother said.

Song's mother opened the door and looked at the sky and said:

"That year, it was also snowing heavily on the day I came to Beijing. In a blink of an eye, it has been four years! ”

Her red cotton-padded jacket has been dismantled a long time ago; the old cotton has been replaced with tassels and soaked for combing hair; the face and lining have been used to hold the soles of shoes.

< p>"Mom, will Mother Song come back? "I asked my mother while lying on the bed.

My mother waved her hand and told me to keep my voice down. She was afraid that I would wake up my brother. She said softly to me:

"Yingzi, she is now Go back, maybe next year the snowy day will come again, holding a new baby. ”

“At that time, she will also be a wet nurse for our family, right? Then you also have a little sister. "

"Children are talking nonsense! "My mother scolded me with a serious face.

"Who will braid my hair tomorrow morning? "My hair is yellow and short, and it is difficult to comb it. Every morning I always jump to urge Mother Song, and she will scold me: "I'm used to it. I have to do the same to get on the sedan chair tomorrow. How shabby! "

"Get up early tomorrow, and you can rush to let Song Ma braid your hair before leaving. "My mother said.

I woke up just after dawn. When I heard the rustling outside the window, I suddenly remembered something. I quickly got up and ran to the window to look outside.

The snow stopped, and there was snow hanging on the dry branches. The little donkey was tied to the trunk. When it moved, the snow on the branches was shaken off and fell on the donkey's back.

I gently put on my clothes and went out to find Song Ma in the lower room. She was shocked when she saw me getting up so early. I said: "Mother Song, braid my hair."

She was very kind today and stopped nagging me.

After the little donkey had breakfast, Huang Banerya led it to the gate. The bedding was placed on the donkey's back one by one. It was as thick as a sofa chair. It must be very comfortable to ride on.

Song’s mother was ready. She wrapped a large woolen scarf around her head and then wrapped it twice around her neck. She said to me:

"I won't call you mom anymore, the porridge is simmering on the fire! Yingzi, study hard, you are the eldest sister, you have to behave." After saying that, she sat cross-legged On the back of a donkey, that posture is really amazing!

Huang Baner’s teeth patted the donkey’s butt, and the little donkey walked forward, leaving clear hoof prints on the thick snow. Huang Banerya ran behind the donkey, shouting: "Get, get, get, get."

There was a string of small bells around the donkey's neck. In the fresh air after the snow, It sounds so nice.