Touching story composition of people and animals

(1) He is a medical worker. He used a female mouse to do tumor experiments. He transplanted cancer cells into the mouse. After a few days, the tumor grew bigger and bigger on the mouse in the cage, but he was surprised to find an abnormal scene. The mouse was anxious, and then painfully bit the tumor with its mouth, and swallowed the bit tumor. The wound was bloodstained and almost exposed. Two days later, he found that the white mouse gave birth to a litter of glittering and translucent white mice. The female mouse was lying in a cage with an unbearable wound. The hungry mouse pups drank their mother's milk and grew up day by day. The mother's body was getting thinner and thinner, dragging her skinny body. Under the ruthless ravages of cancer cells, she used all the energy in her body to turn it into the milk of life. Feeding this litter of rats, finally one day, the mother rat fell in the cage forever, without a breath, and a group of raised mice surrounded it ... He has been observing this strange phenomenon. After giving birth to the rats, the mother rat lived for 21 days, and he exclaimed in his heart: "Twenty-one days happens to be the normal lactation period of the rats. After that, the mice can live independently without their mothers. This mother rat. In the face of this situation, in the face of this great and tragic animal's maternal love! He burst into tears ...

(2) He was an experienced hunter. One day, he took his beloved shotgun and chased after a group of about twenty goats. When he caught up with a cliff, the goats stopped running for their lives. The cliff was still opposite, but it was more than ten meters away from this cliff. No matter how vigorous the goats were, he couldn't jump over it. After a while, an incredible sight happened. I saw an older goat retreat a few steps from the edge of the cliff, and then resolutely jumped to the opposite cliff. At the moment when the old goat just jumped out of a few meters, another young goat also jumped to the opposite cliff, jumping twice, the second time stepping on the back of the first old goat in mid-air, and then suddenly pedaling and landing on the opposite cliff. Subsequently, all the sheep, as if under the command of a general with a determined command, fell together and died in the same way and action. The hunter was dumbfounded and deeply touched ...

(3) He was a traveler on foot. One day, he was walking in the deep jungle, and suddenly a forest caught fire. In the grass where the fire spread, he found clouds of black objects rolling out of the fire. When he looked carefully, the original clouds of black objects turned out to be clouds of ants, and the clouds of ants rolled smaller and smaller. He was stunned by this scene. What kind of wisdom and sacrifice do ants need to save their population?

(4) He is a Japanese. One day, he decorated the house. When he took apart the wooden board on the wall, he found that there was a gecko (lizard) firmly nailed to the wall by an iron nail, but the gecko was still alive. He wondered why the gecko could not move a step. So, he began to observe. Soon, he was surprised to find that another gecko climbed over and skillfully fed the nailed gecko with food in his mouth. Later, he remembered with even more surprise: this nail was nailed up during a maintenance seven years ago, which is simply incredible. Seven years! ! ! No matter what kind of family relationship these two geckos have, how much patience and care they need! !

(5) The story of the rescue dog

At the foot of the Alps, there is a famous monastery called Saint Bernard Abbey. Dean Fantis is a very learned and kind old man. He engaged in charity and domesticated a life-saving dog with great height and strength, which was as black as charcoal. He named it Hemon. In the season when mountains are closed by heavy snow, people are often in distress in the mountains. As soon as Dean Fantis received the distress message, he put a life-saving bag around Hemon's neck-it contained spirits, sausages, bread and other things, and then sniffed the clothes of the people in distress. After all this was in order, Hermon flew like an arrow into the deep mountains. It tracks the breath of people in distress all the way until it finds them. When people in distress saw Black Monk, it was like seeing a savior. They untied the bag brought by Black Monk, used spirits to drive away the cold, used ointment to wipe frostbite, and used sausages and bread to satisfy their hunger. Then, they followed Black Monk out of the deep jungle and came to St. Bernard Monastery. If the person in distress can't walk, Heimeng still has paper and pen in his bag. If the person in distress writes down his own situation and needs on the paper, Heimeng will bring back the paper tape for help, and then the ambulance personnel will rush to the scene to rescue him. Over the past few years, Hermon has rescued forty people, and its fame is getting bigger and bigger. It was a cold winter, the Alps were covered with heavy snow, and amateur mountaineer Watson was missing in an avalanche. The head of the mountaineering club took a shirt that Watson took off before entering the mountain and hurried to ask Dean Fantis for help. Dean Vantis immediately called Hermon, fed him a few pounds of beef and milk, and let him smell the smell on Watson's shirt. Hermon is familiar with all this. He crouches in front of the dean, who personally hangs a life-saving bag for him. His wet eyes are serious and solemn. The dean kissed it and hugged it like seeing off a death squad member, and drew a cross on its forehead according to the religious ceremony, wishing it a smooth and safe journey. Then, he held out his hand to Hemon, and Hemon politely put out his tongue and kissed it. "Son, go! This is the forty-first one! " Dean to hermon gently waved and murmured. Like a bolt of lightning, the darkness soon disappeared into the snowy Alps. As usual, it is full of confidence in its task. Hemon climbed over three snow barriers, and finally found amateur mountaineer Watson by relying on the smell that only he could identify. Watson's hood, snow goggles, hiking crutches, food bags and map bags were scattered beside a bush covered with snow, but Watson himself was buried in the snow. The heavy snow covered his body, and he lay on his back, revealing only a face covered with a thin layer of ice. Hemon squatted next to Watson-it was him, and the smell of the shirt he just smelled was the same. It's settled down, and it needs breathing. Hemon sticks out his red tongue and radiates all the heat, expecting Watson to get up, take out the food in his life-saving bag, fill his stomach, restore his strength, and then go back with him, just like the people in distress in the past. Hemon slowed down, but Watson didn't mean to get up. Hemon walked around Watson several times and began to arch the snow. Hemon leaned over Watson's nose and sniffed for a while. Suddenly, he had a brainwave, stuck out his tongue and licked his face. A biting cold passed from his tongue to his heart. It paused, retracted its tongue, and waited until the cold tongue warmed up in its mouth, then stretched out and pressed it tightly against Watson's face. It knows that as long as Watson wakes up, things will get better. Watson collapsed in hunger and gradually lost consciousness under the condition of unable to struggle. Now, the heat from Hermon's body is transmitted to his head through his tongue, which stimulates the brain nerve and makes him regain consciousness. Watson couldn't turn his stiff neck or open his eyes completely. His first thought was-Wolf! Watson almost fainted with fear. He knows the nature of wolves. Aren't some hunters, herbalists and explorers eaten by wolves in the mountains? When the avalanche happened, he got rid of all the parcels on his body and only held a sharp dagger tightly in his hand. Now the new danger forced him to gather all his strength, pull out his right arm covered by snow, raise a sharp dagger-a cold light brush, and stab it into Heimeng's chest ................................................................................................................................ In the case of unprepared, it was suddenly hit by a fatal blow, which it had never encountered in its previous life-saving activities and was never expected. At that moment, it understood what was happening in front of it. A sharp pain made it let out a wild and rough roar, and a deep echo came from the valley. Hemon jumped around Watson like crazy, and the blood stained the white snow. It was depressed, resentful, angry, and miserable ... Suddenly, it turned around, opened its mouth with red eyes, exposed its sharp white teeth, and pounced on Watson's throat ... However, it suddenly stopped. It closed its mouth and the yoshimitsu in its eyes gradually dissipated-it saw Watson's eyes closed and dizzy in the past. Hemmon hung his head, and he couldn't bite the dagger inserted in his chest. At this time, it suddenly felt a strong feeling, hoping to return to its master, Dean Vantis. It stumbled along the route without looking back, dripping blood all the way ... Dean Vandis finished his evening prayers and was waiting for Hermon to come back. When he heard a slight intermittent knocking at the door, as if something was scratching, he couldn't wait to open the door at once. As soon as the door opened, with a shout, Hemon came at him and fell at his feet. A long blood trail extended from behind Hemon to the distance. The dean was shocked, and he immediately understood that Hermon had suffered misfortune. He crouched down and saw a dagger in Hemmon's chest. Although the tip of the knife didn't touch the heart, it cut off the artery, and Hemmon's blood almost ran dry. The dean was deeply grieved. He pulled out the dagger and carefully identified it. He found that the handle of this exquisite Finnish knife was engraved with Watson's name. At this time, Hermon was heartbroken. He gave a low whimper, and his wet eyes looked fixedly at Dean Vantis, as if remembering the life that had accompanied him day and night in recent years. The dean's heart ached, and he held out his hand to Hemon trembling. But unlike what he thought, this time Hemon was unable to stick out his tongue to politely repay his master's caress. It just moved its head gently, put its face on the back of the dean's hand, spit out its last few breaths and gradually stopped breathing. Hemon is dead. Watson survived. Following the blood of Hermon, the rescuers found Watson. Watson's misunderstanding made him make a mistake that he will regret all his life. But everything has passed, everything in the world can't be changed, and no one can make life over again ... Hermon was buried in the monk's cemetery. Forty-one rescued people, including Watson, voluntarily donated money, built a grave for Hermon, and set up a tombstone engraved with the names of forty-one people in distress rescued by Hermon. At the last part of the tombstone, Watson specially engraved the poem of Byron, an English poet-you have all the virtues of human beings, but no human defects.

(6) The flying of the impala (full text)

Our hunting team was divided into several groups, and with the help of hunting dogs, we drove this group of impala to the sad cliff of Jialuo Mountain.

The impala, also known as Qingyang, looks like a domestic goat, but it doesn't need to be under the jaw. It is good at jumping, and each adult impala weighs about sixty or seventy kilograms. There are about 7 or 8 impalas that we pushed to the sad cliff.

The impala is the favorite prey of hunters in our area. Although both the ram and the ewe have two sharp horns as short as daggers, they are gentle and will not resist when they die, and there is no danger when hunting. The impala meat is fat and tender, and it is a fine mountain delicacy. The fur is a good material for making fur, and the price is very high. So, when we finished chasing and intercepting the impala herd, hounds and shotguns formed two unbreakable blockade lines, and the leader of the hunting team, namely the village head of Manguangnong Village, Parfa, danced with joy: "Ah, we are going to be rich! Hey, even if no other prey can be caught this winter, this group of impalas alone will be enough for us to drink for a year! " Every hunter's face is red and smiling into a flower.

dealing with the impala on the sad cliff is like catching turtles in a jar.

Sad Cliff is a big landscape of Jialuo Mountain. It is a mountain peak, like a sharp axe cut in the middle. Looking up from the Liusha River at the foot of the mountain, it looks like a glimpse of the sky. In fact, the two peaks facing each other across the river are about six meters apart, and both of them are straight cliffs. At the top of the mountain, everyone stretched out a boulder in the air, looking from a distance, just like a pair of lovers who fell in love with each other, and were about to embrace and kiss enthusiastically. The reason why it was named Sad Cliff is an ancient legend. It is said that in the year when osmanthus fragrans was in full bloom in Myanmar, a fairy named Nanmu Naya took a fancy to a young hunter, stole the key and sneaked into the world to meet the young hunter. Unfortunately, her conservative husband found out. The husband wearing a cuckold flew into a rage and followed him quietly. At the juncture when the fairy came down to meet the young hunter again and the two men rushed at each other with open arms and watched them embrace each other, the fairy's husband suddenly cast a magic spell on them and turned them into stones, always in a painful state where they could get it at first sight but could not get it, so that a pair of hungry lovers were near the horizon, as a sign of punishing a third party who was ubiquitous in heaven and earth.

this group of impala has reached the sad cliff, which is regarded as a dead end. Back, it is a roaring dog group and a dozen shotguns that can breathe fire and lightning; Going forward, it is a cliff dozens of feet deep, and it bends inward. Except for the gecko, no life can climb down the upside-down mountain wall. Once you fall, whether you fall into the quicksand river or hit the gravel on the shore, your life will be over. If we can jump to the opposite mountain peak, of course, we will turn to safety in times of adversity. But the narrowest part of the two peaks is also six meters wide, and the two mountains are parallel, so there is no gap to use. Although the impala has four long legs with well-developed tendons and is very good at jumping, it is the champion of herbivores in the long jump, but just like the limit of human long jump, no matter how strong the male impala is at the same level, it can only jump five meters at most; The female impala, the small impala and the old impala can only jump about four meters. The impala that can jump over a mountain stream six meters wide in one jump is called the super impala, but the super impala has not yet been born.

after we pushed the impala onto the sad cliff, we surrounded it but didn't fight. We didn't put the dog on it to bite or shoot. Of course, this was not out of pity, but because we were worried that the impala would fall off the cliff in disregard of the willy-nilly. If they jump and fall on the shore, of course, they save our bullets, but it is impossible for all of them to jump as accurately as we wish. There must be many who fall into the Liusha River and will soon be washed away by the swift river. We don't want to lose the money we have, we want to catch it all.

the village chief, Pafa, asked Bonongding to take five people to guard the quicksand river under the cliff, and was responsible for picking up the impala from the shore and salvaging them from the water.

From Sad Cliff to Liusha River, the terrain is very steep, and it takes half a mountain to get down, and it takes half an hour to walk at the earliest. The village chief, Pafa, and Bonondine agreed that after Bonondine reached the bottom of the cliff, he would blow the horn, and we would shoot at once, and at the same time let the dog bite.

I still stay on the sad cliff. My ambush position is only forty or fifty meters away from the impala herd, and there is no obstacle blocking the line of sight in the middle, so the impala can see their every move at a glance.

at first, the impala found themselves in a desperate situation, in a panic and jumping around. One female impala tried to cross the blockade in a daze, and was immediately torn to pieces by the impatient hounds. There is an old impala. I don't know if it's eyesight is dim and the distance is not accurate, or it's intentional.