Elephants save children
In Phuket, Thailand, an elephant carried many children on its back in the big waves and escaped to a safe place. British tourist Banette said that on the day of the tsunami, when huge waves hit Phuket, an elephant on the beach for tourists to take pictures became people's life-saving hero. Because the elephant owner put many children on the elephant's back at the critical moment, the elephant then carried them on its back to escape the dangerous beach, and finally successfully escaped.
Giant snake leads the way to rescue woman
In Banda Aceh, the capital of Aceh Province in Indonesia, a woman was guided by a big snake to a safe place. Riza, a 26-year-old woman, said that on December 26, 2004, the village where she lived was submerged by huge waves, and people fled for their lives in panic. At this time, a female neighbor was seriously injured and asked Riza to take her twins to escape, so she carried the twins on her back.
While fighting the rapids, she saw a big snake swimming along the torrent from the left. She swam with the big snake and finally arrived at a safe place. Afterwards, Riza said: "It's strange, I didn't feel panic when I saw the big snake." Moreover, the big snake didn't bite them.
Elephants howled to save tourists
In Khao Lak, a new tourist resort in the north of Phuket Island, Thailand, a group of foreign tourists were lucky to be rescued because the elephants they were riding suddenly ran to high places. .
Before the tsunami arrived, Thai elephant driver Deng Salanggan and his wife led a team of eight elephants towards the seaside, with more than a dozen foreign tourists sitting on the elephants’ backs. Suddenly, the elephant started whimpering. About an hour after they calmed down, they started "crying" again, and this time they could no longer calm down.
Soon, the elephants carried the frightened tourists towards the bush-covered mountains away from the beach. Other elephants on the beach who were not working also broke free from their heavy chains and ran to higher ground. Then, people saw the huge waves coming and started running wildly after the elephants.
. Puppy rescues 7-year-old owner
In a seaside village in Tamil Nadu, India, one of the hardest-hit areas by the tsunami, a dog named "Selwan Kumar" The puppy rescued its little owner Dhinakaran.
When the tsunami came, Dhinakaran’s mother Sangeeta could only hold the hands of her two young sons and run to higher ground desperately, hoping that her eldest child, 7-year-old Dina, would survive. Karan can also escape danger with her. But Dhinakaran did not follow his mother, but ran to the place he thought was the safest - a small shack only about 40 meters away from the coast.
At the critical moment, "Selvankuma" resolutely turned around and chased his little master. It bit the little master's clothes all the way, occasionally nuzzling the little master with its nose, and forcibly dragged him back to a safe area at a nearby height. Dhinakaran, who was finally rescued, said gratefully: "Selwankumar bit the collar of my shirt and pulled me back."
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The elephant helped Disaster Relief
In the hardest-hit areas of southern Thailand, elephants have become the first choice for rescuers. Currently, 24 elephants have been transported to southern Thailand to participate in post-disaster rescue and reconstruction efforts. The owner of the elephant said that in these disaster areas where rubble is strewn, "elephants are much more efficient than four-wheeled trucks and hoes. Only elephants can undertake this work."
Local government figures in southern Thailand say elephants are hauling away tons of garbage, making it easier for rescue workers working in extremely difficult conditions.
The dog sacrificed to save his owner
One night, an 18-year-old young man named Sergey Kulikov was so drunk that he ran rampant on the street, and pedestrians avoided him. From a distance, an old man couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to accuse him. Kulikov cursed at the old man in anger, raised his fist to beat the old man, and took out a grenade and threw it into the crowd. In an instant, people Stunned, a tragedy is about to take place.
At this time, not far from the crowd, a person was walking towards here with a dog. Suddenly, the dog seemed to realize what was going to happen, and suddenly broke away from the rope in the owner's hand and got into it. He entered the crowd and jumped on the smoking grenade... In an instant, an explosion sounded.
Everyone stayed there for a long time before coming back to their senses. They saw the brave dog lying on the ground with bloody flesh and blood, and the people were safe and sound. The crowd fell silent.
The hookfish that lives in the waves of the Indian Ocean
The male hookfish has a small hook on the back of its head. The eggs laid by the female hook fish are hung in clusters on the hook, and the father carries them with him until the baby fish is successfully born. Kaiba's approach in this regard is also very original. The lower part of the male seahorse's belly has two caps, which are two small skin protrusions. During egg-laying, the female seahorse lays her eggs between these two protrusions of the male seahorse. After the eggs are laid and fertilized by the male seahorse, they immediately adhere to the male seahorse's belly, and the two protrusions of the male seahorse expand rapidly, and the lower edges touch together, so that the eggs are covered from all sides. , became a safe and reliable pouch. During the 40-50 days when the male seahorse carries fish eggs, each fish egg absorbs nutrients through the blood vessels of the pouch, just like the human embryo absorbs nutrients from the mother's placenta.
The reproduction of freshwater polyps belongs to budding
The small polyps grow directly on the mother body, which is called asexual reproduction. But in the fall they can lay fertilized eggs, which are immediately covered with a protective membrane, and the little polyps will burst out of the membrane the following spring. There is a fish in Lake Tanganyika in Africa that hides its eggs in its mouth and takes care of them by itself. In their opinion, the mouth is the safest place in the world. Not only that, even the newborn cubs stayed inside for a while. They can go out and swim, but if there is any danger, the mother will drive them into a safe shelter.
There is a small fish living in Russia
The deep water of the Sea of ??Okhotsk in the Far East of Russia. When the spawning season arrives every spring, they come to the surface from the deep water to look for the huge Kamchatka crabs. They swim up to the crab, extend their long ovipositors under the shell, and lay their eggs into the crab's gills. The fish eggs can develop and grow inside the crab shell just like in an incubator, under absolutely safe conditions. As soon as the warm season arrives, when the water in the shallow water area is heated by the sun, crabs will go there one after another. When the little fish hatch, they happen to come to the shallow water near the coast, where the water is warm and there is enough food.
A kind of amphibious crab lives in the wind pear leaves in the tropical jungle of Malaysia
Because there likes a kind of warm rain there, there is always water in the puddles. After the female crabs lay their eggs in the small puddles, they carefully guard them there. After the baby crabs emerge from their shells, the mother must continue to care for them for three months, feeding them and protecting them from spiders, dragonfly larvae and other predators.
The South American flower-breasted short-headed frog can secrete a kind of venom
The local Indians use it to smear on their arrows. But when the male frog was incubating the eggs laid by the female frog, as soon as he saw the tadpoles emerging from the shell, he immediately put them on his back. The tadpoles quickly climbed up and clung to them with mucus. The father carried the child to the nearest pond and put it into the water. The tadpoles were resistant to its poison.
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The Old Man and the Seagull
It was an ordinary winter day. When my friend and I met at Green Lake, seagulls were flying lively.
It was easy to spot the old man among the crowd feeding the seagulls. He was already hunched over, wearing a faded and out-of-date cloth coat, and carrying a faded blue cloth bag. Even the large plastic bag containing bird feed had faded from use. My friend told me that this old man walked more than 20 miles every day from the suburbs of the city to Cuihu Lake just to deliver meals to the seagulls. The old man walked along the railing, and the seagulls rose and fell according to his rhythm, forming a row of flying birds. White, flying into a colorful musical score.
My friend told me that this old man walked more than 20 miles every day from the suburbs of the city to Cuihu Lake just to deliver meals to the seagulls and keep them company.
The place with few people is his territory to feed the seagulls. The old man carefully placed the biscuits on the fence by the lake, took a step back, raised his beak and called to the gulls. Immediately a group of seagulls came in response and swept it clean in a few strokes. Amidst the chirping of seagulls, the old man sang something in a measured tone.
Listening carefully, it turned out to be local dialects that were so intimate that they changed the tone - "one-legged", "gray-headed", "red-mouthed", "old sand", "princess"...
"You picked it up for the seagull" Name?" I couldn't help but ask.
The old man looked back at me and still leaned towards the seagull: "Of course, each one has a name."
"Do you recognize them?" The same white wings were on the seagull. The sunlight flashed by so fast that I doubted whether the old man could see clearly.
"Look, look! The one with the ring on his foot is Lao Sha!" The old man pointed it out to me proudly. He suddenly shouted to the water: "One leg! Lao Sha! Get up. "Quick!"
Two seagulls jumped up from the water and flew towards the old man. As expected, one seagull's feet shone with metal, and another flew over and pecked at the old man's hand. It had only one foot and had to flap its wings to maintain balance when it landed. It seemed that it had one leg. The old man was feeding it and talking to it affectionately.
When talking about seagulls, the old man’s eyes immediately became vivid.
“Seagulls value friendship the most and are very attentive. The year before last, a seagull rested on my hat five times the day before it flew away from Kunming. I thought it was playing a trick on me, but it turned out later that I know it's saying goodbye to me. It didn't come last year, and it didn't come this year either... The seagull is an auspicious bird, a bird of happiness! The ancients said that "white gulls bring poems wherever they fly." More than ten years ago, when the seagull came, I knew that our Blessings have come. Look at their little faces! Tsk tsk..." The seagulls heard the old man calling and immediately flew over, surrounding him, causing passers-by to stop and watch.
The sun is in the west, and the old man’s plastic bag is empty. "It's getting late, and they will go back in a while. I heard that they rest in Dianchi Lake, but it's a pity that I can't go." The old man looked at the gulls hovering in the sky with hope in his eyes.
My friend told me that for more than ten years, when winter comes, the old man will come every day, and he and the seagulls are like relatives.
Unexpectedly, more than ten days later, someone suddenly told us: The old man passed away.
Hearing this news, we seemed to see the old man and the seagulls accompanying each other by the green lake again... We enlarged the photo of the old man feeding the seagulls for the last time and brought it to the green lake. Something unexpected happened - a group of seagulls suddenly flew over, circling around the old man's portrait, and screamed repeatedly. The sounds and postures were very different from usual, as if something big had happened. We were very surprised and hurriedly backed away from the old man's photo to make way for the seagulls.
The seagulls flapped their wings rapidly and took turns flying into the air in front of the old man's portrait, like relatives who came to pay their last respects. The old man in the photo was silently watching the seagulls flying around him, and his "sons and daughters" who had been with him for many winters... After a while, the seagulls landed one after another, and actually stood in two lines in front of and behind the old man's portrait. . They stood still, like white-winged angels guarding the old man.
When we had to put away the portrait, the seagulls rushed towards the portrait like a camp was blown up. They screamed loudly and flapped their wings so close that we finally got out of the flying white vortex.
...At the funeral held for the old man, we slowly walked towards the mourning hall carrying the portrait. The old man was carrying the blue cloth bag and pouting, as if he was still calling to the seagulls. In his heart, there must be a flock of flying gulls.
The hookfish that lives in the waves of the Indian Ocean
The male hookfish has a small hook on the back of its head. The eggs laid by the female hook fish are hung in clusters on the hook, and the father carries them with him until the baby fish is successfully born. Kaiba's approach in this regard is also very original. The lower part of the male seahorse's belly has two caps, which are two small skin protrusions. During egg-laying, the female seahorse lays her eggs between these two protrusions of the male seahorse. After the eggs are laid and fertilized by the male seahorse, they immediately adhere to the male seahorse's belly, and the two protrusions of the male seahorse expand rapidly, and the lower edges touch together, so that the eggs are covered from all sides. , became a safe and reliable pouch. During the 40-50 days when the male seahorse carries fish eggs, each fish egg absorbs nutrients through the blood vessels of the pouch, just like the human embryo absorbs nutrients from the mother's placenta.
The reproduction of freshwater polyps belongs to budding
The small polyps grow directly on the mother body, which is called asexual reproduction. But in the fall they can lay fertilized eggs, which are immediately covered with a protective membrane, and the little polyps will burst out of the membrane the following spring. There is a fish in Lake Tanganyika in Africa that hides its eggs in its mouth and takes care of them by itself. In their opinion, the mouth is the safest place in the world. Not only that, even the newborn cubs stayed inside for a while. They can go out and swim, but if there is any danger, the mother will drive them into a safe shelter.
There is a small fish living in Russia
The deep water of the Sea of ??Okhotsk in the Far East of Russia. When the spawning season arrives every spring, they come to the surface from the deep water to look for the huge Kamchatka crabs. They swim up to the crab, extend their long ovipositors under the shell, and lay their eggs into the crab's gills. The fish eggs can develop and grow inside the crab shell just like in an incubator, under absolutely safe conditions. As soon as the warm season arrives, when the water in the shallow water area is heated by the sun, crabs will go there one after another. When the little fish hatch, they happen to come to the shallow water near the coast, where the water is warm and there is enough food.
A kind of amphibious crab lives in the wind pear leaves in the tropical jungle of Malaysia
Because there likes a kind of warm rain there, there is always water in the puddles. After the female crabs lay their eggs in the small puddles, they carefully guard them there. After the baby crabs emerge from their shells, the mother must continue to care for them for three months, feeding them and protecting them from spiders, dragonfly larvae and other predators.
The South American flower-breasted short-headed frog can secrete a kind of venom
The local Indians use it to smear on their arrows. But when the male frog was incubating the eggs laid by the female frog, as soon as he saw the tadpoles emerging from the shell, he immediately put them on his back. The tadpoles quickly climbed up and clung to them with mucus. The father carried the child to the nearest pond and put it into the water. The tadpoles were resistant to its poison.
Golden Footprints
Two or three days ago, the servant at home caught a little fox from the mountains. To this day, it doesn’t want to eat no matter what I feed it.
A deserted moon appeared above the bare oak trees. The little fox sat alone in the nest, raising his neck and howling. It was a clear, sad sound.
Shotaro looked at the little fox intently. He thought that the little fox might be calling mother──mom──this little fox is so pitiful!
In the middle of the night, the Akita dog barked, and Shotaro was awakened. Both father and mother slept very soundly. Shotaro quietly got up and looked at the warehouse with wide eyes. I saw a big fox strutting towards the Akita dog with a trembling chicken in its mouth.
The Akita dog pounced, and the old fox quickly turned around and ran away. The Akita dog chased after him. In no time, the sound of the dog barking was far away.
At this time, another old fox appeared quietly. As soon as the little fox saw the old fox, he kept humming and nuzzling the old fox's body. It wanted to follow the old fox, but as soon as it took two or three steps, it was caught by the chain. This was repeated two or three times before the old fox discovered the iron chain. It bit hard with its teeth. It took a long time to realize that it was futile, so it lay on the ground and nursed the little fox.
At some point, the father fox who led the dog out came back again. With its neck straightened, it stood guard for them. After a while, Father Fox made a warning cry. The mother fox had no choice but to walk away from her child. The two old foxes looked back again and disappeared into the dark woods.
Later, the old fox never came again.
"Maybe he feels that he can't save the little fox and has given up. It's better to untie the little fox as soon as possible. He looks so pitiful." Shotaro thought.
The strange thing is that although the little fox is still not eating, it is growing up day by day.
At noon that day, Shotaro walked casually to the little fox's den and suddenly heard a click. There was nothing around, but the fox's footprints were clearly printed on the wet ground.
But how could they escape so fast? Just when I heard a little sound, it disappeared without a trace!
When Shotaro looked under the floor, he couldn't help but be startled. Four shining green eyes were staring straight at him. Those are the parents of the little fox. They stared at Shotaro for a while, then quietly climbed up the bricks leading from the floor to the room above, climbed to the place where the hearth was built, and disappeared.
The old fox made a nest under the floor!
Shotaro found that the coats of the two old foxes were duller than before. Perhaps because they missed the little foxes, they were noticeably thinner.
Shotaro I really want to unchain the little fox. At this moment, the old fox began to do an unusual thing to make him give up this idea: the old fox realized that he could not bite the iron chain no matter what, so he bit the wooden stake that tied the iron chain. Shotaro thought it might be better to let the old fox use his own power to rescue the little fox.
Shotaro decided to deliver food to the hungry old fox. Whenever the family made fried pork or fried tofu, he would keep some and throw it under the floor; he would also pour a cup of milk into the broken bowl under the floor every day. After a while, the old fox and Shotaro became familiar with each other. Sometimes when there was no one else at home, Shotaro's door would ring softly, and two foxes would squeeze in through the crack in the door, lick Shotaro's hand, and feel relaxed in the house. Pacing back and forth slowly. When the little fox sees Shotaro, it will also lick his hand softly with its rough pink tongue.
The old fox never forgot about rescuing the little fox. Gradually, the wooden pile was gnawed very thin. How happy the old fox must be when he uses his own power to rescue the little fox! Shotaro: Tears welled up in his eyes when he thought of this.
One day, Shotaro came home from school, passed by the warehouse, and looked into the little fox's nest, but he didn't even see the shadow of the little fox. He hurriedly asked his mother, who told him that the little fox was taken away by Mr. Yasuda. Shotaro was anxious. He said that the little fox must be returned to its parents. After saying that, he ran towards Mr. Yasuda's ranch on the other side of the mountain.
While running, Shotaro accidentally stepped on the snow on the edge of the cliff, and fell headfirst with the snow, losing consciousness. After an unknown amount of time, Shotaro felt his face getting warm. He struggled to open his eyes and dimly saw a big fox licking his cheek. Another fox squatted on his chest, warming his body.
The next day, Shotaro got the little fox back and went to the valley with his father to release it.
As soon as the little fox ran more than ten meters away, the old fox ran over from nowhere, happily jumped around the little fox, and then ran into the depths of the woods together.
Facing the dazzling morning sun, the foxes' footprints shine with golden light, extending deep into the dense forest.
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The last war elephant
There once were majestic elephant soldiers in Xishuangbanna. The so-called elephant soldiers are soldiers who fight on elephants. Soldiers ride on elephants to kill the enemy. The elephants chop the enemy with their long trunks and trample the enemy with their hooves. A large group of war elephants rush towards the enemy like water flowing into the sea, which is overwhelming.
In 1943, the Xiang soldiers fought against the Japanese invaders on the banks of the Daluo River in Xishuangbanna. After the battle, the Japanese threw down more than 70 corpses, and more than 80 of our war elephants were all shot and fell to the ground. People dug a huge pit by the Daluo River to ceremoniously bury the fallen war elephants.
While transporting the carcass of the war elephant, people found a male elephant covered in blood and still panting, so they transported it back to the village, where it was cured and recuperated. The villagers never asked it to carry things. It wandered around the village leisurely all day long, asking for skewers of bananas at the owner's house, and drinking spring water from the west house.
It's called Gaxen, and the person responsible for raising it is Bo Nongding.
More than twenty years have passed, and Ga Xuan is over fifty years old. It looked very old, lying in the shade of the tree and dozing all day long.
One day, Garcinia was lying on the ground and refused to eat. You had to hold its nose and shake it for a while before it would open its eyes with difficulty and look at you. Bonongdin said to me: "The sun is going to set, the fire pond is going out, and Gaxen is going to the underworld."
The next morning, Gaxen suddenly became very excited, and his eyes burned red. , seeing Bonondin, he roared softly, his elephant hooves stepped on the ground quickly, and his nose pointed at the attic where the debris was piled, as if he wanted to get something in the attic.
There are half a basket of grain seeds and two bunches of corn in the attic. I thought it felt better and wanted to eat, so I threw down two bunches of corn. Gaxin hooked it with the tip of his nose and threw it out of the elephant room like trash, and continued to raise his head and roar anxiously. There was something like a saddle inside the broken bamboo mat, and I kicked it downstairs carelessly. Unexpectedly, Gaxin suddenly became quiet when he saw it. He blew away the dust on it with his nose, and rubbed the tip of his nose on it for a long time. His eyes sparkled with tears, as if he was seeing an old friend reunited after a long separation.
“Oh, it turns out it wants its own elephant saddle.” Bonondin suddenly realized, “This is the saddle it wore back then. When I was treating its injury, I took off the elephant saddle from its body. It was thrown into the small attic. Alas, it has been twenty-six years and I still remember it so well."
There were bullet holes on the elephant saddle, and there seemed to be stains on it, mixed with a trace of leather and blood. The peculiar smell of gunpowder smoke, battle dust and blood; there is a lotus-shaped seat cushion in the center of the elephant saddle, surrounded by a circle of silver bells and decorated with apricot tassels. Twenty-six spring and autumn years have passed, and the elephant saddle has become worn out, but still looks dignified and luxurious; Ga Xin wears the elephant saddle, adding a heroic and heroic spirit.
Bonondin frowned and said sadly: "It is leaving us to go to the elephant graveyard."
Elephants are very spiritual animals. They all have an elephant grave. Except for those who die suddenly in the wilderness, they can accurately predict the date of their death. About half a month before the arrival of death, they will walk alone to the remote and mysterious elephant grave.
The news that Ga Xun was leaving spread throughout the village like wings. Men, women, old and young came to see Ga Xun off. Many people burst into tears. The village chief tied a white gauze scarf around Gaxin's neck, and tied four pieces of black cloth around the four elephant legs. The old man and the child brought bananas, sugar cane and glutinous rice cakes to Gaxin's mouth. He ate nothing but drank a little water and walked around the village three times.
As the sun set over the western mountains, the sky was dim, and amidst the sighs, Gaxin started on his way.
Bo Nongding and I quietly followed Gaxen, wanting to see what happened. Gaxun walked all night and arrived at the bank of Daluo River at dawn. It stood on the pebbles on the river beach and stared at the clear waves of the river for a long time. Then, it stepped on the flowing river water, walked to a turtle-shaped rock, and kissed it again and again. After a long time, it raised its head again, facing the fiery red sunrise on the horizon, and let out a deafening roar. At this time, its body swelled up, the skin of its four legs shone tightly, its eyes were piercing, and its roar was so exciting and tragic that the fish in the river jumped out of the water.
“I remembered that twenty-six years ago, we carried the carboxyl ashore here.” Bonondin said.
It turns out that Gacarboxylic acid is going back to the battlefield where there was a bloody battle!
As the sun rose to the tops of the betel nut trees, Gaxin left the Daluo River and got into a ditch with lush vegetation. On a gentle sunny hillside, it suddenly stopped.
"Oh, this is the place where more than 80 war elephants are buried. I remember it very clearly. Well, there is a monument there." Bonondin said quietly.
I looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, there was a stone tablet standing in the grass, engraved with three large characters with peeling gold foil and slightly blurred handwriting: Baixiang Tomb.
Gaxin came to the stone monument, chose a flat piece of grass, and dug a pair of tusks on the ground like two iron picks. It had not eaten for several days, and after a long journey, it was not strong enough and would pant after digging. Gaxin dug from morning to afternoon, and finally dug an oval-shaped shallow pit. It slid down the pit, continued to dig in the pit, rolled up the soil with its nose and threw it out of the pit; we hid in the distance and watched its body sinking inch by inch.
The sun has set and the moon has risen, but it is still digging. In the middle of the night, Gaxin's back sank from the edge of the pit and disappeared. The sound of ivory digging the earth became increasingly rare, and the rhythm of the proboscis throwing earth became slower and slower. When the rooster crowed for the first time, everything finally calmed down and there was no more sound.
Bo Nongding and I waited patiently for Dongfang Tubai to go to the edge of the pit to check. The pit was about three meters deep. Gaxin was lying at the bottom of the pit, his face turned sideways, his nose curled up in the crook of his legs, and one eye wide open, staring at the sky.
It is dead. It did not go to the elephant tomb left by the ancestors. It lay with its companions who had fought side by side.
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The Old Man and the Seagull
It was an ordinary winter day. When my friend and I met at Green Lake, seagulls were flying lively.
It was easy to spot the old man among the crowd feeding the seagulls. He was already hunched over, wearing a faded and out-of-date cloth coat, and carrying a faded blue cloth bag. Even the large plastic bag containing bird feed had faded from use. My friend told me that this old man walked more than 20 miles every day from the suburbs of the city to Cuihu Lake just to deliver meals to the seagulls. The old man walked along the railing, and the seagulls rose and fell according to his rhythm, forming a row of flying birds. White, flying into a colorful musical score.
My friend told me that this old man walked more than 20 miles every day from the suburbs of the city to Cuihu Lake just to deliver meals to the seagulls and keep them company.
The place with few people is his territory to feed the seagulls. The old man carefully placed the biscuits on the fence by the lake, took a step back, raised his beak and called to the gulls. Immediately a group of seagulls came in response and swept it clean in a few strokes. Amidst the chirping of seagulls, the old man sang something in a measured tone. Listening carefully, it turned out to be local dialects that were so intimate that they changed the tone - "one-legged", "gray-headed", "red-mouthed", "old sand", "princess"...
"You picked it up for the seagull" Name?" I couldn't help but ask.
The old man looked back at me and still leaned towards the seagull: "Of course, each one has a name."
"Do you recognize them?" The same white wings were on the seagull. The sunlight flashed by so fast that I doubted whether the old man could see clearly.
"Look, look! The one with the ring on his foot is Lao Sha!" The old man pointed it out to me proudly. He suddenly shouted to the water: "One leg! Lao Sha! Get up. "Quick!"
Two seagulls jumped up from the water and flew towards the old man. As expected, one seagull's feet shone with metal, and another flew over and pecked at the old man's hand. It had only one foot and had to flap its wings to maintain balance when it landed. It seemed that it had one leg. The old man was feeding it and talking to it affectionately.
When talking about seagulls, the old man’s eyes immediately became vivid.
“Seagulls value friendship the most and are very attentive. The year before last, a seagull rested on my hat five times the day before it flew away from Kunming. I thought it was playing a trick on me, but it turned out later that I know it's saying goodbye to me. It didn't come last year, and it didn't come this year either... The seagull is an auspicious bird, a bird of happiness! The ancients said that "white gulls bring poems wherever they fly." More than ten years ago, when the seagull came, I knew that our Blessings have come. Look at their little faces! Tsk tsk..." The seagulls heard the old man calling and immediately flew over, surrounding him, causing passers-by to stop and watch.
The sun is in the west, and the old man’s plastic bag is empty. "It's getting late, and they will go back in a while. I heard that they rest in Dianchi Lake, but it's a pity that I can't go." The old man looked at the gulls hovering in the sky with hope in his eyes.
My friend told me that for more than ten years, when winter comes, the old man will come every day, and he and the seagulls are like relatives.
Unexpectedly, more than ten days later, someone suddenly told us: The old man passed away.
Hearing this news, we seemed to see the old man and the seagulls accompanying each other by the green lake again... We enlarged the photo of the old man feeding the seagulls for the last time and brought it to the green lake. Something unexpected happened - a group of seagulls suddenly flew over, circling around the old man's portrait, and screamed repeatedly. The sounds and postures were very different from usual, as if something big had happened. We were very surprised and hurriedly backed away from the old man's photo to make way for the seagulls.
The seagulls flapped their wings rapidly and took turns flying into the air in front of the old man's portrait, like relatives who came to pay their last respects. The old man in the photo was silently watching the seagulls flying around him, and his "sons and daughters" who had been with him for many winters... After a while, the seagulls landed one after another, and actually stood in two lines in front of and behind the old man's portrait. . They stood still, like white-winged angels guarding the old man.
When we had to put away the portrait, the seagulls rushed towards the portrait like a camp was blown up. They screamed loudly and flapped their wings so close that we finally got out of the flying white vortex.
...At the funeral held for the old man, we slowly walked towards the mourning hall carrying the portrait. The old man was carrying the blue cloth bag and pouting, as if he was still calling to the seagulls. In his heart, there must be a flock of flying gulls.
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