How similar are the donkeys waiting to be slaughtered and the women who are tearing their hearts and lungs to give birth!!!
This morning, back to my mother-in-law's house to deliver New Year goods, my husband leisurely drove the newly bought car, and the little eyes still looked here from time to time, where to look, like admiring their own women...
Almost at the mouth of the market, I heard the hissing of the donkey, I hurriedly turned my head, saw five or six men, put a donkey with shiny fur on the ground, four men pressed the limbs of the donkey, the other one pressed the head of the donkey, the donkey was pressed on all fours, and the struggle kept screaming, was it an accusation, a cry for help, a lament or a farewell to this cruel but nostalgic world...
At that moment, it suddenly occurred to me that the women waiting to give birth on the delivery bed were also on all sides, the same pressed by the nurses, the same crying, but they would come back to life, but in a few years they might be treated the same, again and again...
Are these all fates, donkeys grow up destined to become human dishes, women are destined to have children again and again when they get married, what about men? What is their fate?
The car roared past, and I looked at my husband and asked, "You can't stop eating donkey meat, they're so pathetic."
"Okay for a short stay"
I was overjoyed
"I'll only eat beef later"
