这头驴老了。它站在院子里,默默地,像尊石雕一样几乎一动不动。它的前面有堆切碎的干草,有时它会低头吃上一口,但大多时候什么都不吃,似在沉思着或者干脆什么也没有想。它太老了,浑身的毛像旧布匹那样灰扑沓沓的,没有了丝毫光泽,散发着一股衰败苍老的气息。驴老了跟房子老了一样,都给人一种即将坍塌下去的感觉。这头驴没有名字,上了岁数的女主人一向叫它“咱们家的母驴”。现在,“咱们家的母驴”独自站在院子的东南边,戴着笼头,没系缰绳——主人知 This donkey is old. It stood in the yard silently, almost like a stone carving motionless. There is a pile of chopped hay in front of it, and sometimes it takes a bow to get a bite, but most of the time it does not eat, it seems as though it is pondering or simply thinking nothing. It is too old, the entire body of the old cloth like the old fabric sluggard, without the slightest gloss, exudes a decadent atmosphere. Donkey old with the same old house, give people a feeling of collapse will go down. This donkey has no name, the age of the hostess has always called it “our donkey ”. Now, “Our Donkey” stands alone on the southeast side of the yard, wearing a halter, without a reins - master knows