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Dad went out with the little donkey that he had used for many years. He said he wanted to use it to run my graduation assignment. I said angrily, do you think you are Zhang Guolao and you still ride it into the city? It can only pull a car and shit, but it can't pull money. Dad, who has been pulling feet all his life, must have heard that I was complaining about him, but he didn't even look back and walked away with his old friend. Looking at his old back, I felt guilty. My request was too much. When my father came back, the little donkey had turned into a pile of old banknotes. I felt sad that this little donkey might not be able to feed those donkeys with big appetites. I said, don't throw your money away in vain. Dad said, don't worry, I don't believe a little donkey can't carry you into the city. I remained silent, knowing that my father wanted to do this for others to see.
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