1. Content summary
Song Ma’s husband was a lazy gambler. After Song Ma gave birth to a pair of children, she went to Lin Yingzi’s house to be a wet nurse. Her daughter was given away, and her son was said to have fallen into the river and drowned. Several years later, Song's mother found out that Song's mother had been making new clothes and bringing new shoes home for her son, Xiao Shuanzi. A few years later, Song's mother followed her husband home again on a snowy day. Maybe there were many situations like Song's mother in that era.
2. Original text
The man who changed the green basin used the handle of his blue cloth duster to use the big green basin with glaze on both sides and said:
< p> "Listen! Listen! What's the sound! Where can I find this green basin? It's like Jiangxi porcelain! Please add more!"Mom used a pile of newspapers and three pairs of old leather shoes to Two broken iron pots had to be exchanged for his four small benches and a washing board; Song's mother 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, and I was worried that the deal couldn't be concluded. I wanted to return the stool to him, but the man who changed the green basin shouted loudly:
"Take it! It's changed!" He waved his hands and said dejectedly. : "Alas! Who told us not to open today!"
Four small benches were placed under the shade of the big tree opposite the door. Song Ma took the four of us - me, Zhuzhu, brother, Yanyan - sitting on the new bench telling 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 Ma's son. She has been telling us stories about her hometown these two days; the ears of wheat are growing in the fields, 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, which was tightly packed with thick hemp rope and was made for small bolts.
"So he is also in the third grade?" I asked.
"How lucky are you for the country people? He can show cattle for an adult's price!" 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 her job, her husband asked her husband to take her back to the countryside to give her milk. 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? Do 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 - to say You 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 go out and make money by myself.”
I still remember when she came here! That 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 pairs of silver jewelry, clothes for all seasons, a new bedding, and she would not be allowed to go home until one year and four months later.
Wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, Song’s mother 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 matchmaking shop advised Song’s mother:
“Stop crying, be careful to hold back the milk.”
Only then did Song’s mother stop crying. , she gave the money to Lao Zhang and gave the rest to her husband. She gave her husband many instructions, and her husband said:
"Don't worry."
Then he held the child and led the donkey, and walked away.
One 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 and her mother wanted to give birth to a child again, so she left her behind. Song's mother counted a large pile of foreign money and handed it to her husband. He put the money into the blue cloth bag, jingling, and led the donkey away again.
From now on, he would come twice a year. The little barking donkey would be tied to the corner of the wall in the yard, leaving balls of donkey dung 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 gets me up early to comb my hair and go to school? Who feeds Yanyan? Who will protect my younger brother when his father beats him? Who will wipe Zhuzhu when she pees? 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 Except for Yanyan, who couldn't speak, we all opposed it in unison.
My brother got measles very badly in spring. He closed his mouth tightly and refused to drink the reed root soup. We had red rashes around 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! Song Ma! 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 opened his hand pitifully, asked for the bowl of reed root soup in his mother's hand, and drank most of the bowl in one breath. Song's mother seemed to feel distressed, and immediately hugged her brother, leaning 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 Song Ma's uncle came to stay for two days and wanted to find work. He would use wire to braid a lampshade for the door light to prevent thieves from stealing the bulb. Song's mother asked him:
"When you came to Beijing, you saw me believing in Shuanzi, okay?"
"Yes." 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 was thoughtful for a moment, and then asked: "You came from your uncle's place? Yes, then, our girl gave Liu Cun’s gold to his mother, have you heard that the child is strong?”
“Oh?” He was surprised again, “No—I didn’t hear that. "That's right, don't worry!"
He then said:
"Auntie, it would be nice if you could go back home and have a look. I haven't been back for three or four years. "La!"
When the young man left, Song Nai told her mother that she hesitated and felt very uneasy 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 and his uncle's house.
His own words don’t match up, how can he know about your children?”
Song’s mother was still worried, she said:
“It’s like this year. At the beginning of the new year, my mind was always out of order, and I had several dreams!"
She asked 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, has duly handed over the letter to Feng Daming, my husband's safe home.
"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 send money to me 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.
Also, I’m safe here. I’m just thinking about my child, so when I come next month, I’ll feel at ease if I bring the bolt with me. Also,...”
"This letter is too long!" I stopped her endless words and asked Dad to write it! "
Song's mother was very happy these days after her father sent her a letter. Now, she asked her brother:
"If Xiao Shuanzi comes, will your new bench Will you give him a seat? "
"Here! "The younger brother said and stood up immediately.
"I will give it too. "Zhuzhu said.
"Wait for Xiao Shuanzi to come, can you come to primary school with me? "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's mother 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. ah! "
Song's mother was so happy that she picked up Yanyan and put her on her knees. Her knees were bouncing, and she sang her song:
"Eggs, eggshells, shells. Son, there is an elder brother sitting inside. The elder brother comes out to sell vegetables, and there is a grandmother sitting inside. The grandmother comes out to burn incense, and there is a girl sitting inside. The girl comes out to light a lamp, and her nose and eyes are burned! "
As she sang, she held Yanyan's little finger with her hand and pointed at her nose and eyes. Yanyan giggled.
Song's mother sang the allegro song again:
"Locust tree, locust tree, locust tree, a stage is set up under the locust tree. All the girls have come, but my girl has not come yet. As they say it, she comes, riding a donkey, playing Wearing an umbrella, with bare buttocks and a bun..."
The sun slanted over, and the golden light filtered through the gaps in the leaves, shining right into my eyes. I tilted my head in tune with Song Ma's singing. I escaped from 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 a little donkey, and the driver came over. There is a layer of loess on the blue cloth coat. Isn’t that Huang Banerya? I called Song Ma:
“Look, someone is really coming on a donkey! "
Song's mother stopped singing and turned her head to look blankly. "
Huang Baner said with teeth: "Wo-oh!" 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 she was waiting for something.
Huang Ban'er didn't say anything, and slapped 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:
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"Where is the child?"
"Go--go to his aunt's house." He raised his feet to dust off his shoes again, without looking at Song's mother. 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 dry hanging dates for me. They were crisp to bite and tasted spicy and fragrant.
"Yingzi, take Zhuzhu to Xiaohong's house to play with, 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 a few hanging dates. Xiaohong tied them all with a string and hung them around my neck.
When I entered the door, I saw Song’s mother and her husband 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 room. 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 waved her hand gently to me, forbidding me to speak. What is so important?
"Mother Song's little shuan is dead," my mother said to me in a hoarse voice. She turned to my father again: "Oh! He has been dead for a year or two, and he didn't say it until now. No wonder Song Mom has been feeling uneasy for a while, so she must ask her husband to ask her. What she said was interesting when the two things happened at the same time. "
Dad! He also shook his head and sighed, having nothing to say.
I was also very sad after hearing this. I didn’t know what the other thing was, but I didn’t dare to ask.
My mother asked me to call Ma Song. I also felt that it was a serious matter. When I entered the doorway, I didn’t dare to scold her loudly like every time. I shouted softly:
"Song's mother, Mom is calling you!"
Song's mother could not easily stop her crying and came to the house. Her mother said to her:
"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? I’m not going back, even if I die!” Song’s mother said fiercely with red eyes, and took the spoon from her mother’s hand to feed 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 I went back, before I even left Hade Gate, he gave the child to someone. He said he didn’t want anyone else’s money, so I wouldn’t wait for him!”
“Whoever you give it to has a name and a surname, and there’s a place to look for it!” Go."
"He said he gave it to a carriage driver. The couple are forty years old and have no children. Who knows whether he is telling the truth or not!"
"It's better to ask and look for it."
It turns out that this is what happened. The little bitch and girl that Song Nai 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 Japanese quilt gone to? I wanted to ask how Xiao Shuanzi died, but looking at Song Nai’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 Ma. 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 usual. It's just that she didn't have the heart to sing her flaming songs today, so she 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 more hostas that his father had planted by the flower pond. The donkey had eaten hay, its nose was twitching and its big yellow teeth were gnawing. No wonder, who does the wet nurse’s husband look like? It turns out to be him! Why did Song Ma marry Huang Banerya, you stupid ass!
The next morning I got up 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 Mrs. Song 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.
"Go to the Hardmen area and look for it -" she cried again, lowered her head, collected the donkey dung into the dustpan, and shed tears on it, "Look for the girl. "
"Okay." I agreed.
Grandma Song and I went out secretly, and my mother coaxed my brother and them to play in the room. Soon 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!"
< p> It is for this reason that Song’s mother has stayed in my house year after year. Now I took the courage to ask:“How did Xiao Shuanzi die? Song’s mother.”
"Didn't I tell you that there is a river under the back slope of Feng Village?..."
"Yes, you said, you should be careful when asking Xiao Shuanzi to herd cattle, and don't clean it. Don't worry about playing in the water."
"When he fell into the water and died, he didn't know how to herd cattle. It turned out that it was the year your mother gave birth to Yanyan."
"Huang Ban - well, what did your husband do at that time?"
"He said he went to the fields. It would be weird if he didn't go to the grass shed on the back slope to make money. Oh! Xiao Shuanzi must have been looking for something to eat when he was hungry, so he couldn't get to the river on the back slope. Why would your husband give the little girl away?
"Wouldn't it be more satisfying to give it away? After all, the girl is worthless. If the little girl hadn't died, I wouldn't have wanted it." That’s okay. I have to get her back now, so just spend the money.” Song’s mother said, we walked from Rongxian Hutong, through Bingbuwa, Zhongjie, and Xijiaomin Lane. Dongjiaomin Lane is Hardman Street. On the way, I suddenly remembered something.
"Mother Song, don't you regret losing two children when you came to our house?"
"I do - Houhai should have picked up our little Shuanzi long ago. Come to the city and learn how to read with you."
"You want to find me, go home?"
"Yes," Song Naixia agreed. She 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 a 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? ”
The food is called “Donkey Roll”, which is very interesting. , there is no reason for me not to eat it! I swallowed and nodded, and Mrs. Song took out the money and bought me two. 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 bustling Hardman Street, but which way? 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 man is very nice. He 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 at home? That's the house at the end of the alley."
Song's mother was very excited and thanked the man straight away. , and then she took my hand and 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 loudly.
One of the children shouted loudly into the room several times:
“Grandma, someone is looking for you.
"
An old lady came out of the house. She was deaf and probably almost blind. She didn't see us standing at the door. She couldn't hear the children until they pointed at us. , she walked towards the door. Song Ma shouted loudly: "How many families live in your courtyard? ”
“Ah, Zhou’s family. "The old lady covered her ears with her hands to hear.
"Do you have a girl? ”
“Yes, you want to find a mother for the child?” " 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 found the wrong person! "
We walked from Hademen to Hademen. We saw three horse-drawn carriage shops at once, and everyone asked about them and they shook their heads.
We had no choice but to follow suit. Walking back the same way, Song's mother didn't say a word on the way. It took a long time before she remembered something and said to me:
"Yingzi, are you tired from walking? Shall we take a car? "
I shook my head and looked up at Song's mother. She pinched the flesh between the two breasts with her hands, closed her eyes, and was a little unsteady, as if she was going to faint. She asked me again:
“Are you hungry? "As I said that, I opened my handkerchief and took out a donkey roll that I just bought. The mung bean powder on it had been soaked by the yellow rice flour. I said in my mouth: "Donkey roll!" "Take it and put it in your mouth.
I said to Song Ma:
"I know why the donkey is called rolling. Your donkey is rolling on the ground. There's always this pile at the bottom. 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 later, Song's mother said that she had gone all over the carriage shops in Beijing, but there was no trace of the girl.
The back slope of Feng Village could not be heard under the shade of the trees. After reading the story of Xiao Shuanzi herding cattle, I couldn’t see the pairs of thick soles in Song’s mother’s hands, and I didn’t ask my father to write a letter to Ping An’s family. She always turned the silver bracelet in her hand and stared at it blankly. , without a word.
Winter came again, and Huang Banerya came again. Song Ma left him in the lower room all day without talking to him.
It was a snowy night. After dinner, we crowded in front of the window to look at the yard. Song’s mother turned on the electric light in the yard, and the light shone on the white snow, which was still falling in layers. Go up. Song Nai feeds Yanyan some frozen persimmons, and I read the Chinese lesson called "Snowing":
One piece after another,
< p> Two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces,Six pieces, seven pieces, eight or nine pieces,
They flew into the reed flowers and disappeared.
< p>The teacher said that this is a poem written by an emperor who cannot write poetry, and the last line was picked up by his courtiers.
But it is very easy to read and sounds good.
< p> Mom was making Yanyan’s red satin cotton-padded jacket under the lamp. She tore the cotton into small, thin pieces and spread them layer by layer.Mom said:
“Put it on. Your boss called me. 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 her mother asked again:
"What do you think? "
Song's mother then said:
"That's fine, I'll go home and settle the score with him! "
Both father and mother 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.
Song's mother looked at me and said:
"You are old enough to study, so don't bully your younger brother! Don't just complain to him to your father, he is young.
My younger 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 his shoes for fear of waking him up. She sighed and said, "If you can't see me tomorrow morning, I might make trouble.
She then said to her mother: "This child has a bad temper. Please don't beat him. Yanyan has been coughing a bit these past two days. You'd better give her Ya'er pear stewed with rock sugar. I'll take Yingzi's fur nest back and make it." Someone came to Beijing and brought her here; Zhuzhu’s socks should be mended. And... I think I'm still... Alas! "Song's mother didn't finish her words, so she stopped.
Mother took out the book, asked her father to read it, counted a lot of this money and that money and gave it to her. She took the money indifferently and counted it. He didn’t even count, and laughed miserably:
“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 long been dismantled. The old cotton has been replaced with tassels and soaked for combing hair. The face and lining are used for small bolts to hold the soles of shoes.
< p> "Mom, is Mother Song coming 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 Go back now, 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. You have to hurry up to get on the sedan chair tomorrow, what a blessing!”
“Get up early tomorrow, and you can have Mother Song braid your hair before leaving,” said the mother.
I woke up just after dawn. 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 were snow hanging on the dry branches. , the little donkey was tied to the trunk of the tree. As soon as it moved, the snow on the branches shook off and fell on the donkey's back.
I gently put on my clothes and went out, looking for Mrs. Song in the lower room. She was shocked to see 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 Ma was ready. She wrapped a large woolen scarf around her head and wrapped it around her neck twice. She said to me:
"I won't wake up your mother. The porridge is simmering on the fire! Yingzi, study hard. You are the eldest sister, so you should act like one." After that, she crossed her legs. Sitting on the back of a donkey, that posture is really amazing!
Huang Baner’s teeth patted the donkey’s buttocks, 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."
The donkey had a string of small bells around his neck, and in the fresh air after the snow , the sound is so nice.