At first, I was originally happy. On this mountain, there are too many interesting things, and all day, I always grab the rattan and slam it back and forth. Since there is more human breath, there is no lack of a few novelties in this fear. It must not be my fault when I get into a cage involuntarily one day. After all, I can follow them to greet the outside world.
Then the world changed and flew into my drooling dream. A monkey's fresh desire for the outside world stems from this. Although the small iron cage is not as free as the outside world, there is still food and warmth after all. Human warmth is used to make me drowsy. But such a good dream will not last long. After gradually understanding the warmth of people, I still had to learn to be careful. The cold eyes of people always gave me shivers, and I started scratching my head and trying to deal with them in every way possible, while at the same time thinking of running away.
A single thought while escaping made my plan fall short in the end. When I subtly got under a few people and evaded their pursuit, when I climbed to the top of the skyscraper and faced the city that was covered by a large cloud of dust, I felt at a loss. A burst of thick and light sourness, like pepper noodles, knocked down my whole body and mind. The human being panted and used a look of pity to properly stop my tears, and when I turned to pounce on the human, I realized that they were only holding my long tail. After the peaceful storm seemed inevitable, I started yelling in the iron cage. But people were quite patient with my habitual tricks, and three days later, they naturally found me in the cage, too hungry to move. Sometimes, just for a loaf of bread, I began to learn to live under a wielding leather whip, and I began to give in to everything.
Also, learn to observe words. Perhaps because of my lack of understanding of human beings, I began to give up a kind of inherent self-esteem and get as close to them as possible, and of course, I had to wag my tail. They found some special clothes for me to put on. I would like to; they put on some heavy masks for me; I would like to; they made me stand up straight and bow like a human, but I would still like to. The most unacceptable thing is that after all the above is done, I have to roll on the ground before I can stand up. I look at the fleeting sunny weather on their faces, and then look at them. With half of the sour cornmeal wo wo head on his hand, he finally agreed happily, with tears in his teeth. As a result, I became accustomed to living like a human being but could only be led into the streets and alleys by them with chains like a dog.
What I finally learned was to beg people with half my body, which is completely different from hiding in a tree and eating crunchy pinecones. When I was busy tossing in the open space surrounded by crowds for a long time, at that time, holding a gong and turning around the field twice became one of the compulsory courses I repeated next. My whole body was dripping wet, and while pounding my still sore waist, I shuddered under people's critical eyes and kowtowed twice from time to time. At that time, my two buddies, or it could be said that my master, were sitting on the side smoking a dry cigarette with a calm expression on their faces, and it seemed that I should make a second turn. When my two buddies swept the rattling copper plates into their purses with a rush of water, they looked a little hurried on their way. I had to fight back the tears that were streaming down my face while I had to pick up a mask or two scattered on the floor with my hands.
Of course, the same game starts in another place and ends in another. The content is monotonous, the plot is lackluster, and it is repeated every day. Of course, there are specific shadows of people who travel through it and make some hasty embellishments whenever it is urgent. Alas, I have repeated too much, and my brain is really not working. Over the years, we have gone to one place and another. Every place has the same stories and the same people, but what really reverberates in our ears is the sound of the copper plate. That sound for many years like this A nightmare followed me closely, suffocating me, making me unable to let go, and making me unable to restrain myself in exhaustion and sleepiness. Counting how many autumns have passed since this time, maybe money may really be a good thing. Is it better to eat it whole in the mouth than the crispy pinecones?
So I'm getting old too. I don't think those old tricks are so new anymore, and there is finally a good ending to this hassle in the world. After so many years of ups and downs, my two old partners were still a little kind. After a lot of whipping and scolding, they found a little monkey to replace me, and they also managed to eat the sour cornmeal Wo Wo Tou. When I symbolically run around on the court, I always feel that my companion is more and more like myself when I was young, and I feel more and more sad. But I still asked to leave in the end, and I could be considered my master. Seeing that I could no longer squeeze much oil and water, I happily agreed and gave me two steaming steamed buns as the price for so many years. That thing is still there. I tried it many years ago and it definitely tasted different. But in the end, I didn't even look at it. I slowly took out a mask from the box and put it on. I took a few sour wofutou and put them in my mouth to chew. So I left, and at the end of the day, I finally looked back with tears in my eyes.
Finally, I finally put on a good man's clothes and a good man's mask and returned to the mountain forest where I stayed alone. For so many years, the mountain forest was still the mountain forest, sometimes watching a few half-sized monkeys fight to the death for a little food. When I think about it, it is no different from the human world, and I especially miss the world outside the mountains. One day I went to Pine Tree Knot to listen to the old monkey at the opposite door talking about the present and the past, and I came back late because of the joy. It was raining on the road, and I was slippery and slippery. I accidentally fell a few somersaults, lost my mask, and my clothes were dirty and rotten. When I came back, a few little monkeys poked their fingers and laughed at me: "Short-lived, look at this monkey that was soaked by the rain."
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