When we were young, we had a dog at home. It is intelligent and sensitive, with large, watery eyes, pointed ears and a yellow nose. I liked it so much that I built it a sturdy and warm nest.
Whether the dog has thoughts or not, I can't say for sure, but there are feelings. Every time I came back from outside, as soon as I walked into the path behind the house, it would come running up to meet me, biting my trousers, licking the back of my hand, and making a "hum-chirp" sound in its throat, as if all its joy was in it. So, I took it in my arms, and it seemed to be enjoying it, closing its eyes and wagging its yellow tail.
I walked from the hall to the stove, and from the stove to the small pond in front of the door, and it also walked from the hall to the stove, and from the stove to the small pond in front of the door.
While I was doing my homework, it lay quietly at my feet, resting its chin on my feet, humming and chirping, with a happy look.
When I'm fine, I like to take it to Siye to "practice", it runs very funny, its head swings, and it looks stupid. I lay on the ridge and thought about my youth's thoughts, and it spoke into my ear in a dog's voice, and the voice was very kind, sentence after sentence, as if it was talking about one thing, and as if it was telling me a truth. There seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes, and he wanted to tell me everything he knew.
I went to school, and it immediately got up to see me off when it was relaxing in the shade, and when I entered the classroom, it reluctantly left. I was playing outside, and after a while it came to me, and came running to pick me up, and I thought, it must have woken up and couldn't find me at the door, in the house, or in the bed.
Most of the time, the dog hides quietly in its own nest and squats quietly, thinking about its future and dreaming of its girlhood. I casually called out, "Hey!.""It stopped its own business and came to me quickly. When I fed it a few grains of rice, it looked at me greedily and wagged its tail, and cried happily, "Hum-chirp", as if to say, "A few more!".After eating and drinking, it licked the feet of ** leisurely, kissed my hand, seemed to express gratitude to me, and performed the actions I taught it to "roll on the ground", "crawl forward", "run" and "pick up my stick", which made me feel moved.
Gradually, our family regarded him as one of the family members, and even my mother, who was most opposed to raising a dog, pointed to it and said to me: "We humans are not necessarily better than dogs, or even inferior to dogs, not as loyal as dogs. Since then, I have memorized my mother's words, comprehended the conduct of dogs, and subtly raised myself into a person who is filial, loves and cares for my family.
It is said that the dog's insight will surprise a person who has traveled all over the world. It knows what a person is and what a ghost is, and it can also exorcise ghosts. In its cry: the long one is called a man, and the short one is called a ghost. It uses its roar to remind people whether it is time to guard against thieves or ghosts. I think that the dog should be able to understand the words of the ghost, and whenever there is a ghost bark of "woo woo", it barks like it has heard a horn and received an order, and the dogs of the whole village, and even several neighboring villages, bark together, so the ghost does not dare to enter the village.
At night, as soon as people fall asleep, the village becomes a world of dogs, and the people who have been hustling for a day have nothing to say, and there is nothing to say about the land and people. The dog is somewhere, talking to its siblings about their children, or about marriage with their lover. Occasionally, it screamed meaningfully, as if it were for the villages, but also for themselves. Sometimes the dogs whisper, and the dog's voice wafts through the night sky, connecting villages near and far. It was another voice other than man, distant and mysterious. Above the earth, under the bright moon, the sleeping bodies of the people are the listeners, the earthen walls and the shadows of the earthen walls are the listeners, the road is the listeners, its brothers and sisters, its lovers are the listeners.
As the years passed, it became an old dog, and at this time it was like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes, and he knew many people in the village and experienced many things in the village. He watched our family lack food and clothing, watched me grow taller day by day, and watched my father be carried out of the house one day and never ......came backSlowly, it no longer cared about the pig bone, nor the gossip that drifted into its ears. It has become part of our home and part of the village.
That year, the vigorous dog-fighting campaign in my hometown began, and it was said that rabies was raging somewhere. The executioner in the village told me to put a collar attached to the rope around the dog's neck, and at that time, the dog trusted me so much that it still held its tongue and held its hand vigorously, completely unaware of the situation he was facing. When the executioner saw that I had lassoed it, he came up and took the collar and rope from my hand, strangled the dog's neck with the collar, and struck the dog on the head with a mallet. The barking and wailing tore at my heart. I couldn't stand its wailing and struggled to look at me, what a shock, sorrow, despair and hatred!Looking at her mother again, she had already turned her back and burst into tears, and she couldn't bear to see its tragic scene......
Later, when my mother saw that I often remembered the dog, she asked me to get another oneI shook my head, no. I won't say the same thing as my mother, but we all know that the dog is irreplaceable in my heart and in the hearts of our family, and even if we can fill the void of our lost feelings with a new life, I would rather pay a permanent tribute to it in the absence of a place. (Nine full).