猪一放到草地上,张嘴就吃,丑陋的嘴脸再也离不开地面。他并不选择鲜嫩的草,他碰上什么就咬什么。他盲目地向前伸着那永不疲倦的鼻子,既像是一把犁刀,又像一只瞎眼鼹鼠。他只关心使那个已经像只腌桶的肚子滚圆。他永远也不注意天气。刚才,他的鬃毛差点儿在中午的太阳光下烧起来,但那 Put the pig on the grass, mouth to eat, ugly face can not be separated from the ground. He does not choose fresh grass, what he bites what to bite. He blindly stretched forward the tireless nose, like a coulter and a blind mole. He only cares about rounding up the belly that is already like a pickle. He never pays attention to the weather. Just now, his mane was almost burning in the noon sunlight, but that