Write a modern vernacular essay with a donkey as the first person, and appropriately add 400 words o

Eating grass and drinking water every day, the boring life has long been tired. Although the old donkey in the mill always told me to cherish my current life and how happy I was to not have to work. The old donkey always nagged me every day, and my ears hurt when I was annoyed.

I should have been born with a good life, and I didn't have to go to work or be slaughtered like a pig. The person who raised me doesn't ride me, yes, I should be a pet, freer than his dogs.

Freedom is the idea that these lower creatures on the farm aspire to the most.

I'm enjoying my freedom.

Look at the filthy pigs living in the excrement, constantly arching their noses at the dirt on the ground. Can you arch out the cabbage? Or is it bread?

Cow, don't scream every day, your voice sounds confident, but don't you still have calluses on your shoulders that have been dragged out by the plow? I'm afraid you're in pain. Don't be too envious when you see my life!

Stupid mule, you're a bastard! Is your virtue a horse or a donkey? You can't have children in this life, and there is a species that is more miserable than you to fail?

Close your foul-mouthed old donkey, your teeth are not straight, you know how to turn around every day, and your vision is limited to that little mill! Look at how nice the weather is outside. Don't tell me every day that cherishing life is nonsense!

No matter how erosive my life is, it is comfortable, and I don't need you to talk to me about the sense of distress.

Dead dog, get out of the way, don't let me take a walk, look at your virtue, every day you know that gnawing your broken bones, is there any interest? How can the tooth not be knocked out! Unpromising.

How many rats have you caught,! Your beard is almost gone, and your claws are not sharp.

Walking in the sunset, the little donkey had no idea that the fire stall in the market was out of stock again.

Excuse me, please ask.

A long time ago, there were no donkeys in this place of Qian, and a troublesome person carried a donkey into this place of Qian by boat. When it arrived, he felt that it was useless and was very disappointed, so he placed it at the bottom of the mountain. One day the tiger went down the mountain and saw it, and when he saw that it was a huge animal, he looked at it as if it were a god, and revered it very much.

So the tiger hid in the woods and spied on it to see where he was sacred. Gradually, the tiger came out and approached it, very cautious, not knowing how good it was.

One day, when the donkey made a long cry, the tiger froze in fright, and immediately came to his senses and ran away; Thinking that the donkey was going to devour itself, he was very afraid. However, the tiger watched it back and forth, and felt that the donkey seemed to have no special ability; Over time, they gradually got used to its call, and walked back and forth close to it; But the tiger never dared to fight the donkey. Slowly, the tiger approached the donkey again, and his attitude became more casual, bumping and rushing to offend it.

The donkey couldn't help but get angry and kicked the tiger with his hooves.

The tiger rejoiced and pondered the matter. I thought to myself, "Donkeys have the same skills as other grazing animals, but that's it!"

Then he magnified his courage, and jumped up, and roared loudly, and bit the throat of the donkey, and when he had eaten its flesh, he departed, and was very happy. Same...