那羊那羊,两只明瞅瞅的眼睛瞅着刀刃,不紧不慢地走了上去。肉体一块一块地卸下,像把一生的累赘放了下来。此时,羊的眼睛暴露露地睁着,再细看像是里面蹲着一座不大不小的雪山,让人不由得打一个冷颤。羊肉煮熟了,盘子里冒着团团热气,像羊奔跑的影子,在人心上搅过来绕过去的。当筷子伸到肉时,发出“噌”的一声,就像那羊“咩”地叫一声,喊醒一些立在炕头打盹的灵魂。顿时,伸出的筷子颤抖着赶紧缩了回来。门外,匠人正在熟皮子,一张羊皮让他捶打出满院的羊咩。此刻,你如果停下来细细一听,像那羊竟然奇迹般地还活在阳世三间,爬 That sheep that sheep, two Chou Chou Chou’s eyes looked at the blade, walking slowly go up. Unload the body piece by piece, like the burden of life put down. At this point, the sheep’s eyes open exposed, and then look carefully like squatting inside a small snow-capped mountains, people could not help but fight a chill. Mutton cooked, the plate risked heat, like the shadow of the sheep running around in the heart to bypass the past. When the chopsticks reach the flesh, a “bass” sound is issued, just like the sheep “bang” and shouts some soul who nap on the white picket fence. Suddenly, out of the chopsticks shivering quickly shrunk back. Outside the door, the tradesman was cooking leather and a sheepskin made him beat his sheep in the courtyard. At the moment, if you stop to listen carefully, like the sheep even miraculously living in the sun three, climb