Chapter 1: My love affair with animals
I have a cute little hamster, which I bought with my father. It is tawny and fluffy all over. of. I gave it a name called Little Cutie. When I first bought it, it was very young and naughty. It liked to climb up and down in the cage. It loved to eat melon seeds, peanuts, and my biscuits. When I When the food is handed to it, it will hold the food with its two front paws and eat it with relish. Soon it will grow up.
The little cutie likes to come out and play. One time it got into the air conditioner and never came out. I was very anxious and finally brought it out with biscuits. It was really a "little glutton" ". The little cutie brought me a lot of happiness, and I took good care of it, changing sawdust, feeding and watering it, and playing with it for a while after school every day. It and I became good friends.
How cute little animals are, I like them, because with all kinds of animals, our world is more beautiful, so I want to love animals and be a caring child!
Part 2: Animal Love
I have always liked animals. If the country allows raising wild animals, might I really consider it? I have always dreamed of raising a wolf, tiger, or something like that, but when I think about it again, if it swallows me in a hurry one day, it won’t be enough to fill my teeth. So I can only think about it!
I have seen a lot of movies about animals, and the one I remember most is "The White Horse", which is a war-themed movie ~ It tells the story of a smart white horse that found its owner among the dead during the Anti-Japanese War. He came out and rescued her, and never failed every time he performed the mission. The Japanese knew that they would grab it by any means necessary, but as long as the Japanese rode on it, they would be beaten horribly. In order to tame it, the Japanese tried a lot of hard and soft methods, but it didn't work. They finally used food, but the white horse was not moved by these delicacies, and finally died of a hunger strike. When it took its last breath, the Japanese officer opened the door, and it struggled with the last breath. He stood up and staggered out of the door and fell to the ground. In the end, the officer betrayed and was sent back to the country. He said something that meant that a horse would rather die than surrender, let alone the Chinese people? Several years after liberation, this officer, who had turned gray-haired, went to see the white horse's tombstone to thank it for reviving his lost soul...
So I like horses very much. Once I went horse riding with my friends, but suddenly, It became disobedient and started running wildly, and I started shouting for help. There was a river in front of me, but the poor horse didn't stop. I was finished thinking faster than before. Suddenly I fell. To be precise, it wasn't me who fell, but the horse fell on me and I fell to the ground with stars in my eyes. How could the horse fall? I muttered, God is really wise, otherwise I would be dead with it. After that, I watched it from a distance!
I remember there is a saying that if you don’t have time or the mood to take care of a pet, it’s best not to keep it, because it will indirectly kill it. I didn't understand it before, I just felt like it. My three goldfish have been happy for a year. I liked them very much and thought I should help them find some friends, so I bought two beautiful fish. But they all died the next day. I felt so sad!
My Atuo is a little turtle, but he is very cute. I don’t know if it is due to indigestion from eating meat. One morning, I found that it was motionless. I called it for a long time and almost burst into tears. fall down. But I felt that it was not dead. I placed it 0.5 meters below the flower-filled center and let it go to sleep. Maybe one day it would wake up!
But I still didn’t change the fact that I saw a hamster on the street and I liked it so much. I took it home. I didn’t like putting it in a cage or putting it in the empty fish tank. In the middle of the night, it would scratch me with its sharp claws and keep me awake, so I put it on the balcony and let it play. One day it was sleeping in the sun. I stroked it gently, but it turned around and almost bit me. I was so angry that I hit it (not hard enough, of course, and it was not as big as my hand). But it became obedient later! I went out for a few days and asked him to take care of my Xiaobai. But when I came back, I found that my body was stiff. Oh, I feel so guilty! If you don’t have time, don’t raise it!
I have become much more honest since then. I wanted to take the parrot back when I saw it, but after thinking about it I decided not to! I don't want it to die at my hands!
My favorite thing is dogs, because they are loyal and cute. I have been accompanied by a dog since I was a child. I remember when I was a teenager, our eight-year-old dog went to another world. That night it scratched the door but I didn't open it. It must have been very uncomfortable! I was still young at that time, so I ignored it and continued to sleep! The older I get, the more I think about it and I really feel sorry for it! Even if it wants to die next to its master, there is nothing wrong with it!
Benben is an ordinary dog ??that I bought in the market by chance. When I saw it, it was so small and cute, so I thought I wanted to go out and my family also liked the dog and bought it back. Not very lonely. When my mother saw it, she said it was too young to survive and it was not even a month old yet. It had been sleeping on my bed for a week. When I came back a few months ago, I saw that it had grown up and ran away when it saw me. It became much better after getting to know it well. If I don’t let it go out with me, it will wait for me halfway. If I can’t see it, I just yell. It will appear when you hear it, and it can understand people's words. It has not been deliberately trained, and it knows everything it can do. It is never at the table when eating.
He is my favorite dog~ One day he finally became a father and had three cute puppies. However, the mother dog died of illness. Benben would visit his children every day. Come back and leave after dinner. But one day, Benben accidentally ate something and died. He died in the toilet because he didn’t want to make the house dirty. I had heard all this. After hearing the news, I cried. What was even more pitiful was San A puppy also died because it was too young. Maybe the family should get together on Animal Planet! I haven’t kept him since then and I’m so sad
I heard that a little flower dog my grandma used to raise found a new owner because of her own child. It had cataracts and grandma would give it eye drops every day. , it was so thin that it almost died, but my grandma took care of it and made it fat, but it didn’t want a new owner. This is the first time I heard of such a heartless dog.
A friend sent it to me some time ago There was a puppy, but I was not in the mood. It would only sleep honestly if I held it. I really wasn’t in the mood to take care of it, so I had to send it away again!
During this period, Dudu often came to see me and ran in as soon as the door opened~ He is not an expensive dog, but he is very smart. He listens to his owner and is very well-behaved when eating. He stayed still and just patted the owner's leg gently with his claws. It meant don't forget that you still have me. I'm hungry too. He's a very cute dog~very lovable~he's a good dog. I think he's a good dog. It doesn’t mean how expensive it is, what’s important is that it’s obedient and humane. It’s a good dog! I still recommend that you don’t eat dog meat in the future. It is the most loyal friend of our friends~
I suddenly thought of writing this. Although it has been a long time, it will always exist in my memory. Thank you very much. These absent little animals once accompanied me through the journey of life. I'm sorry for not taking good care of you. Live happily no matter where you are now!
Part 3: Composition on my love affair with animals
Recalling the interesting things in my childhood and the past events between me and small animals: Sitting under a big tree and watching spiders weaving webs ; Looking for naughty little tadpoles in the pool; squatting under the corner to catch little geckos; admiring the dragonflies flying freely in the sky...;;
Earthworm, I once helped you escape from death. . In that hot summer day, I saw you who had been sunburned or trampled to death by the side of the path. Seeing the little lives passing away like this, I felt so sorry for you and felt so sorry for you. That time in the driveway at home, I saw you crawling again. You were almost dying under the scorching sun. I gently picked up your dying body and put you on the lawn. I was so afraid to see you again. Leave your scars on the road.
Spider, I'm impressed that you remind me of that incident whenever you mention it. I have seen the web you carefully weaved several times. It is so exquisite, so smooth and shiny. But how much effort did you put into weaving this beautiful web? Once, I sat on the lawn under a big tree and watched you weave a net. I saw you spinning silk and moving back and forth slowly. Time and time again, the wind blew the net and the tree shook, and the silk broke, but But you always persisted and still knitted patiently and carefully. Finally on the seventh time you succeeded! Your hard work and perseverance this time make me unforgettable: failure is the mother of success, persistence is victory!
Ha! You are so naughty, always like to hide here and there, and even jumped into the shoes. In the end, you, the cute little gecko, "submitted" obediently in my palm.
I remember when I was five years old, I found you in an old shoe in the corner of my grandma’s house in the countryside. Your weirdness aroused my curiosity, and I spent a lot of effort to catch you. It's a pity that when my mother saw me playing with you, a little kid, she was so frightened that she insisted that I let you go immediately. I had no choice but to reluctantly let go of you and lose the wonderful time of having fun with you. I feel so sad to let you go!
You are all such cute little elves, and I like, pity, appreciate, and have a deep affection for you. Being with you is so happy, wonderful, and unforgettable every time...
Chapter 4: My relationship with animals
My relationship with animals is I am born with it. I don’t know if it is a deliberate arrangement or a pure coincidence. The "horoscopes" (year, month, day, and hour of the lunar calendar) that I was born with are either cows, horses, pigs, or chickens. They are all raised by humans. Animals, not wild animals.
In my childhood, I really had an inseparable bond with animals.
In the 1970s, when children didn’t have many toys, they would go to the trees on the mountain to pick out little birds that were just about to leave their nests and raise them. I made a bird's nest myself out of bamboo and rattan, and kept the little birds in it. I have raised a black-headed male (I don’t know the scientific name, it has a small bunch of black tree hairs on its head, and the hair on other parts of its body is light gray, we call it a black-headed male), a black-headed male (and a thrush). The same but bigger than the thrush, and its singing is not as good as the real thrush), green delphinium (the whole body is green), I know what kind of birds like to eat what food, no matter how many other things, I have to look for crickets and locusts , dragonflies, small fish and other food to feed them. After a short time, they have become well-behaved, so there is no need to keep them in cages. Let them rest on the tree in front of the house. As long as I come back from school and whistle, we will Fly onto my shoulder.
Little birds are very affectionate. Once, I dug out three smaller sparrows from the beams of the dilapidated house behind the village, so I brought them home to raise them and cooked for them. I built a small nest covered with fluffy straw and fed them rice. After two days, the birds stopped screaming and became close to me with their chirping. No one could have imagined that one day when I came home from school, their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lao Ma, came looking for them. They were jumping anxiously on the roof where they raised their children and kept shouting. I was about to let their children go. A companion who came back with me picked up a small stone and threw it at Lao Ma. Lao Ma was happy that I was going to let their children go. I don't know whether it was the husband or the wife who was accidentally hit by the stone and lay on the ground. Struggling and wailing, the other one not only did not fly away, but instead swooped down to the injured lover and pecked him with his mouth to comfort him... At that moment, I seemed to see the tears hidden in his eyes and hear the wails in his heart. , for many years, that touching scene has always appeared in my mind, lingering.
After graduating from elementary school, I dropped out of school due to various reasons. As a teenager, I took on the important task of herding sheep and cattle for the production team.
The first one to be released was an old buffalo plowing the fields, named "Jiawang". Although it has a good name, it is actually very old. The fields it has plowed may have been hundreds of acres, and the ropes that pull the plow have worn away thick calluses and deep scratches on its shoulders. The rope ditch can be seen. But the "Jiawang" cow is old-hearted. Usually, it lets me ride and scold it. One time, it got angry. It was a day during the busy spring plowing season. Most of the cattle in their prime went to plow the fields. When I got up in the morning, I went to the stable to take the lonely it out and prepared to take it to graze. Unexpectedly, just after leaving the village entrance, "Jiawang" saw his companions working in the fields from a distance. He raised his head and let out a long roar, regardless of the people riding on him. With me on my back, I spread my hooves and ran towards my companion like crazy, leaving me in the ditch beside the road. I couldn't get up for a long time...
"Jiawang" later died. , must have died of old age. That day I went to the stable to pull it out, and it was lying on the ground looking at me with tears in its eyes. I thought it was sick, so I quickly told my father, who then told the captain, and waited for the captain to lead the team up. When the veterinarian arrived, "Jiawang" had closed his eyes forever... I burst into tears. The most hateful thing was that the damn Captain Mazi also ate the meat of "Jiawang", my young heart thought , when he also shared the captain's meat.
Later I went to herd sheep again. There were more than 70 sheep in the village. Every day, I would get up early and eat "rice" of shredded banana and taro mixed with a few grains of rice. Then my mother would I packed my bags for the afternoon, grabbed my sheep whip and set off. A little man led a group of sheep on the winding and rugged mountain road. I felt like I was the baby in "The Feathered Letter", except that I was herding goats. In the first few days, these bearded old men and young men did not listen to me and kept running away. Some even went to steal crops at the foot of the mountain. Later, my father taught me how to use salt to coax them. The trick worked as expected. As soon as I took out the paper bag containing salt, they immediately ran to me and rallied around me. Not long after, the leader sheep "Lao Hei" and I became good friends because I gave him more salt than his brothers. Eventually, a flock of sheep listened to "Lao Hei" and "Lao Hei" listened to me. If so, I listen to my parents, and my parents listen to the captain... a benign situation.
A year later, I was sent by the production team to herd cattle again. They were more than 50 old cattle. They did not run as fast as sheep. They were always slow. Every day, I take them to a large mountain valley with green grass. I sit on a high rock and read a book about little people, and occasionally observe whether they eat the crops. This time, I learned from the experience of herding sheep. I still pack a small bag of salt every day. When the sun gradually sets in the west, I loudly call them to gather together. After they have eaten the grass, they happily lick the salt I sprinkled on the stones. , and then walked home slowly. One time, I forgot to bring salt. Looking at the expectant looks in the eyes of a group of honest cows, I took advantage of it and peed for them to eat. A few fools even smacked their lips and licked their tongues, eating with gusto.
Two years later, the cows and I became very good friends. I gave each of them a name. As long as I call their names, even if they are far away, they will poop. Come running over and let me ride or pet them while swaying their heads. Now, many years have passed, but "Dahan", "Huadupi", "Lao Piaosha" and other cows are still in my heart, but they no longer know where their souls are.
When I was in elementary school, my family had a black dog with two round white hairs as big as eyes above its eyes. It was called a "four-eyed dog" in the countryside, and I named it "Little Four", every day when I come back from school, he always runs to greet me, shaking his head, and then follows me home. If I have any grievances, I always hold it in tears and tell it about the pain of not being able to win the other children in fights. It always listens to me patiently, and then licks my dirty and tearful face clean.
My family usually buys piglets to raise. Every day when I come home from school, I always go to play with the pigs for a while and tickle them. They hum and chirp at my mercy. When I call them their names, they will hum and agree with me. When it comes to selling or killing them, I am always very sad.
I remember that I have an old hen that I have raised for several years. It is my salt shaker. The eggs it lays are sold to buy salt. It listens to my words quite well. When I eat, it It screamed "cluck" and walked around next to me. I took advantage of my parents not paying attention and quietly gave it some food. When I come back from school, I always catch some locusts and the like for it. As long as I walk by it, it will squat down obediently and let me hold it and touch its head.
Once my father's Dai friend brought a gosling to my house. I was so happy that I held it in my little palm and stroked its fluffy light yellow goose feathers. It screamed "quack!" . I used a small gourd that had dried, pried a hole in the middle, put pieces of rotten clothes in it, and it became the goose's home. Every day, I would go to the field ridge to find the wild vegetables it liked to eat and feed it. After a while, the goose gradually grew into a big goose, and even the tone of its calls changed.
My family was very poor at that time and could not afford to feed him food, so we only fed him some bran. He was quite smart and quietly ran to the mature rice fields of the production team and stretched out his long head. Come out and eat the ears of rice. One day, it was completely dark, and the goose hadn't waddled back as usual. I looked everywhere anxiously, but couldn't find it. I thought maybe someone had discovered it eating rice and was brutally murdered. The next day, the whole family went to look for it, but still couldn't find it. I thought it was over. A week later, my friends and I were playing on the threshing floor and found it under a pile of straw. It was so hungry that it was so skinny. It has laid 6 eggs, and it is squatting quietly on the eggs to incubate...
The past is like smoke, more than 30 years have passed in the blink of an eye, I have been working for many years, life is like this, I I repeatedly requested to be transferred to work in the animal husbandry department but was not approved, but my love for animals is still hard to let go.
Oddly enough, once I went to a remote village in the countryside, more than 30 vicious dogs rushed out in a menacing manner. The people traveling with me ran away in fear like leopards and tigers. The dogs said, "What's wrong, you didn't see me?", and they swung their heads and tails around to welcome me as if they were a relative.
A few days ago, the leader was on a business trip to the coast. There was a group of seagulls with white feathers and red beaks standing on the guardrail of the seaside. Others wanted to take pictures with them, but when they were still far away, they flew away, and I But coming into close contact with them...
The harmony between humans and animals should be the highest level of harmony.
Humans are animals, and other animals are also animals. We live under the same blue sky, why can't we enjoy peace and live in harmony...