Sorry a Sheep

When he was twelve years old, Chun'er and his younger brother Yang'er raised a sheep that always liked to bleat. They herded the sheep after school every day and milked it for their grandfather. Later, because their father hated that sheep, on a rainy afternoon, the two siblings, feeling sad, pulled the bleating sheep. After crossing a tall cornfield and climbing over a ditch, I walked more than twenty miles and returned the skinny sheep to my uncle who silently cared about his mother... That summer afternoon exuding the earthy smell later became an unforgettable memory in Chun'er's dream soul.