This article is seriously inconsistent, please read
days , the wild is vast, and there are many sheep around you.
These days, we no longer have the temptation to talk about "sheep" in . Look, these jokes are flying all over the sky. Do you start to enjoy it silently if you can't resist?
Note : The following jokes is not the point, The following jokes is not the point. Friends who have read the jokes please skip them and look directly at the back, please!
These are definitely not good at the college entrance examination and always want to take revenge on the exam. The delusional type of
These are looking for a bed with a carrot on your back, which is also called looking for a draw type of
These are not afraid of big things, scaring people to death and not paying for their lives. l0
These are the ones who graduated from the performance department and are very talented. They are very
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You always mention "yin and yang". It's scary. Finally, I'm "thinking on the day and dreaming on the night". It's not! Last night, I dreamed about the past when I was a child killing sheep and eating meat at my grandma's house. Where is this? Why did it start from the epidemic to eating? You are too shameless. Sure enough, it completely exposed the nature of foodies [covering your face]
old families. In the past, every household raised sheep, one was sheep and the other was goat (see the picture below). Grandma's house is in the mountains. When she was working in the mountains, sheep followed her butt, and she was having fun looking for food all over the mountains. In those days, people were not full, so they could not afford to feed them any excess food. They all depended on eating some wild grasses, wild fruits and leaves. However, they all grew fat and strong before the roots of the year.
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every to the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month (the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month), grandpa always picked two or three fat sheep and asked a few people to help slaughter them. At this time, my grandfather always said something. Later, when he was eating meat, he asked grandma specifically, and then he realized it was "Little lamb, don't blame me, you are a dish on earth. Hi, go and give birth early, and give birth early to enjoy the next life..." He also said so about killing pigs and chickens. Now that I think about it, this is not superstition. This is gratitude and awe for all things in the world. It was cold at that time, and the newly peeled sheep hung on the snow, steaming hot. I was the age when the pigs didn't like dogs. When the adults were not careful, they always had to come forward and take a sneak peek. It was smooth, tender and hot, and it was not frozen at all. Grandpa specially asked people to cut a large piece from the best part of the ribs, and put them together with miscellaneous and other scraps into a large pot set up early in the morning. The mutton didn't need to be washed, but boiled it directly in a white water, and sprinkle a handful of dried peppercorns that were taken from the tree by the wall.
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fire times is almost the same. My grandfather picked out the meat and put it in a large clay pot with soup and water, and brought it to the brazier on the kang and gushes, and gave me a small stove. At this time, I quickly climbed onto the kang, snuggled in my grandma's arms, listening to the story of the Fox Fairy Mountain monster, and grilled sweet potatoes, chestnuts, walnuts, and garlic on the brazier. I ate it so much that the oil flowers were everywhere on my hands and mouths, and the mutton was tender, not smelly or greasy at all. At this moment, the beauty of the whole world is on this kang, in the hot clay pot and in the grandma's arms, so sweet, soft, and warm. The adults gathered around the kang table and to eat meat and drink. At the beginning, I wondered why so many people needed to help slaughter a sheep. Later, when I grew up, I realized that it was actually taking this opportunity to thank my relatives and friends for their help over the past year. I have never tasted the original taste until now. Even if I eat hand-grabbing mutton at the home of a fellow villager in Yanchi, Ningxia, I always feel that it is almost interesting. Can't I find the taste of my childhood memories again?
really doesn't want to wake up, so let me stay in my dream for a while, and don't want to leave the hut that was filled with steam and laughter in the cold winter.I miss my grandparents who have passed away, and I miss my childhood and my partners - cats, dogs, cows and sheep. Why did I burst into tears without realizing it...
doesn't afford to . I wanted to write something beautiful and say something relaxed. I don't have to be afraid of "sheep". I eat some mutton to avoid evil, get rid of filth, and suppress my shock. I didn’t expect that the more I wrote, the more sad I became, and the emotions were hard to suppress myself. That’s it.
