My dog and I

I don’t like dogs all the time. Flowers have raised an ancient animal husbandry, which looks like sheep, with tall figure and long white fur. There is also a Fox dog, small and flexible, called Bubble. I used to raise them with flowers and flowers, but these dogs are very strange to me. Maybe they don’t like me either, and they think I have no patience, she couldn’t get close to me all the time, but had unprecedented enthusiasm for flowers and flowers. Even if she went out shopping for a few minutes, the dog was so anxious that she couldn’t go with her. I don’t like dogs, but I am an exception to gray and gray. Gray and gray is an ordinary wolf dog raised in my hometown in rural areas. It has a strong figure and seems to fly when running. It has a long tongue with its mouth open, breath, walking around me all the time. Gray Gray is a spiritual dog, which is why I like it. I love walking in the countryside, so no matter how far it is, it will follow me. It ran very fast and disappeared soon. But when I was going to the relative’s home, it knew that it would run early and wait at the door. When they saw my dog coming, they knew I was back. At night, sometimes I go to small shops to buy things, sometimes I go to the Moon Field to stroll, and it follows me as my patron saint. After walking a long way, I lost it for a long time. Just call a gray gray, it is like a Black Lightning, running to me from a distance, in the dark night, with gray gray, my heart is quiet. Gray Gray is a loyal dog. Dogs can watch the house. If the family members are going out, just say, Gray Gray, watch the door. It will stay at home obediently. In the season when Apple is ripe, the gray task is to look at the fruit. No matter day or night, it will be devoted to its duty. Family members will always comfort it with white steamed buns when they see it hard. Every time I went home, as long as it heard my steps, the first one jumped out and grabbed my face to show intimacy. I regard it as a member of the family, and I always forget to bring it food. I have to feed it before I enter the door. And sometimes it would catch up with my house. If I was upset and shouted out, it would slip out of the House quietly, lying at the door without saying a word. Sometimes, Gray Gray would run out for dates. I once saw Gray Gray’s lover several times, a robust Big Yellow Dog, a handsome male dog with a straight face, wandering in front of my house every day, waiting for Gray Gray, infatuated love is so comparable to human beings. Gray and Gray can give birth to a child, and each child must be seven or eight little dogs. The family was bored, so they gave the Dogs to others, but before long, there was another family of dogs. I once suggested to sterilize it, but there was no veterinarian in the countryside who could operate on it. The person who used to have a small red flag in front of the bicycle to operate on the animals had already disappeared. The young veterinarian could not, so he had to give up, there are more and more gray children. Finally, almost all the dogs in a village are their offspring and relatives. A few days ago on New Year’s Day, my son went back to the countryside and said that he was dead. How? I asked if I was ill, but I was not sure, he said. Gray Gray is seven or eight years old. Maybe his dog is over. However, I feel very sad. I called back and asked Gray Gray the cause of death again and again, when asked where it was buried, everyone was impatient. Isn’t it just a dog? I asked repeatedly. Yes, it is a dog, and I have never raised it, but it has always known me and remembered me, no matter how far I go, no matter how long I wander, as long as I return home, it would certainly jump up and shake its tail, rub its head against my trouser legs and beat my clothes with its claws, as if to say to me, I miss you for a long time, how can I come back? This time, I walked longer. It couldn’t wait for me to feed it again and then left quietly. In the dark night, when I walked out alone, it was like Black Lightning, running and jumping in the forest and grass in the distance. It is like an elf, knowing that I am afraid of darkness all the year round, so I always accompany me. However, when it left, they all said, “isn’t it just a dog? Forget it if you die. Just raise another one. However, the gray and gray one for my doorkeeper, rubbing my trouser legs like a child and playing coquetry to me, I am like it so much, it is dead. It was buried under the soil of the Apple garden and guarded in this orchard forever. At night, there were crickets and wind singing for it and birds crying to accompany it. Dust goes to dust, soil goes to Earth. When the white winter snow covers the wilderness, and the vast white area covers the houses and orchards, gray and gray must fall into a dream in the warm soil, when the world is in winter, whether it has turned into soil and brewed and sprouted in the land with seasonal seeds. Next year, you or that grass, a wild flower, on the fertile land, is your soul, the vast wilderness, you have a wisp of fragrance, a trace of flower soul. Gray is dead, I am sure that it has turned into Earth and returned to its true nature. One day, I think I will sleep like it in the soil beside the orchard, and finally turn into ash, dust, gas, and exist in the world in another state, we can’t live without this land in the end.

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