When I was a child, pigs were not so good in my impression-dirty, and I didn't eat until I slept.
But now I think the pig is a grateful animal, an animal that understands family ties.
Take last year as an example.
Once, grandma's pig was hurt by wood, and grandma was very distressed. She wiped the pig's wound with safflower oil, and the pig gently shook it with its long thin tail. ...
Another time, I went to my hometown to play and saw my cousin running over and saying, "Hey! Our pig was born. " I was overjoyed and hurried to the backyard. When I saw the sow sleeping quietly on the kang, several other piglets were jumping together. One of them was particularly cute: black and white, chubby, with its tail between its hips, like a shy little girl. I turned into the circle, picked up the pig and ran. But the sow woke up unexpectedly and yelled at me. Seeing that I was indifferent, it rushed at me like crazy. Fortunately, there was a circle door, but the circle door was knocked down by its arch. I started running all the way. I picked up the branches and hit the sow. First it froze, then it came to me. I had no choice but to put down the pig and run away in confusion.
"I must have voted in that rich family in my last life." Whenever I hear this song, I can't help laughing. ...