Now, "Huadian" is growing healthily under the careful care of Arong and others. Soon it will be put back into the mountains by the staff and returned to the embrace of nature.
A housewife plans to fry several eels at a time as a dish for dinner. She put all the bought Monopterus albus into the water and sprinkled it with salt (it can make the fish spit out the dirty things in their stomachs, and the fish will twitch after being soaked in salty and fresh water, and will constantly spit out the contents in their stomachs).
After a while, the fish almost vomited all the dirty things in his stomach. Began to fry one by one in the oil pan, and the fried eels always struggled in the oil pan until they died. When a big eel was blown up, it didn't struggle all the time like other eels, but stood up with its head down and its tail up.
The housewife was stunned by what she saw. She fished out the big eel, cut open its belly and found that there was still a small eel alive and kicking.
Postscript: For the big eel, that little eel is not necessarily its child. It still swallowed it painfully in salt water, and it tried its best to protect the eel in a high-temperature oil pan of several hundred degrees, which is the true love between animals. ...
The story of the scorpion
There are many insects in an insect laboratory, and a pair of scorpions are kept in an experimental dish.
One day, the female scorpion died inexplicably. The experimenter took out the female scorpion as a specimen.
From then on, the male scorpion began to hunger strike and was listless all day. Finally, two weeks later, I stuck the thorn into the cartilage and committed suicide.
Postscript: The male scorpion has a strong affection for the female scorpion. According to textual research, the male scorpion fasted because he was too fat at first, and his stinger could not reach the cartilage. The purpose of its hunger strike is to lose weight and then commit suicide.
The feat of animal mother
Maternal love, whether human or animal, is the same, enough to touch the world and make the rivers pale!
Regarding the maternal love of animals, I have seen many things that make ruthless hunters repent and turn over a new leaf, and let ruthless fishermen stop evil deeds.
A hunter in a mountainous area of Hubei once went hunting, but he didn't meet a prey for many days, and his heart was full of anger. At noon, he suddenly found a fat antelope coming from a hillside not far away. The hunter was very excited, picked up his gun, quietly approached the antelope, and then aimed at it. ...
At this time, the antelope obviously found the hunter, but instead of running away, she fell on one knee and pounced on the hunter. The hunter was stunned because he had never seen such a scene. But the ferocious hunter didn't think much, and still pulled the trigger. ...
The beautiful and kind antelope fell to the ground. The hunter rushed up and found that it was a female antelope that was about to give birth. For the sake of her children, she knelt down to beg for mercy from the enemy. When the disaster inevitably came, she still blocked the bullet of sin with her head, so that her children could reduce their pain. ...
The hunter shouted. He buried the bodies of his mother and antelope and his beloved shotgun on the hillside, and then walked to the temple on the other side of the mountain ...
A similar thing happened in my hometown-it is close to the Yellow Sea, and eating fish is a common practice.
Once, a fellow villager bought some live catfish from the market, cooked them in a cauldron as usual, watched the fish jump around in boiling water, leaned out in despair and took a big breath of air. At this time, he poured the seasoning into the fish's mouth ... human appetite created such cruel torture. No wonder there are so many instruments of torture and criminals in hell.
But one of the fish is different. She didn't struggle, nor did she instinctively lean out of the water. Instead, she put her head and tail on the bottom of the hot pot and tried to keep her abdomen out of the water. ...
The villagers looked at all this curiously and wondered. He tried to use chopsticks to help the catfish make its head surface, but she soon recovered-the water gradually rolled away, and the catfish's head and tail were burnt by the high-temperature iron pot, but its stomach remained basically the same.
After taking the fish out of the pot, the fellow villager couldn't wait to cut the "stupid fish" first to see what "problems" she had. Snow-white belly like a curtain, revealing clouds of transparent fish eggs. ...
Hero fish mother, great maternal love!
The whole family was dumbfounded. They dared not bite the fish in the pot, but sent it into the sea like a funeral. ...
When the news spread, the villagers were amazed, and some even cried. Since then, the practice of cooking live fish has disappeared.
I often wonder, am I one of the little creatures who survived death under the protection of maternal love? It's really hard to say Because we are inexplicably reincarnated in the six divisions of the wheel of karma, with bones like mountains and tears like the sea. All men are my fathers, and all women are my mothers. I was born out of it, and I have been thinking about it all my life. Buddha said that all beings were parents in the past and will be Buddhas in the future, so there is no doubt!
Think about it. If I don't decide to rise again and rush out of the three realms in my life, I will inevitably drift with the tide and fall into evil ways, and my parents will suffer for me. How can I stand it? !
Since I am lucky in my life, I have been fortunate enough to have heard of Buddhism. I met the pure land, which is easy to do and easy to go. I love my father and protect my mind. If we don't keep the precepts and go to the pure land, we will eventually become Buddhas and repay our kindness. Wouldn't it be a waste of life and worse than animals? !
It hurts to think about it!
There is no amitabha in the south!