Mao Yan Mao Yu
Because the owner can't get effective protection after eating the last meal, my poor mother cat often doesn't have enough milk to feed us, so that we are all angry. Especially me, the seventh in my family, is thin and weak. My brothers and sisters often crowd me out because I am young. Every time they finish drinking milk, it will be my turn, but every time I can't get a drop of milk in my special pacifier. Day after day, I am dying.
The master really couldn't support us and didn't like our howling day and night, so he sent his brothers and sisters out to survive, but left me in the wild to live and die.
Two days later, I finally passed out in a pouring rain.
I still thank my master for his brilliance. He saved me completely.
That silent night, I miraculously woke up and found myself lying in a wooden box covered with cotton wool by the fire. Not far from me, there is a milk bottle with fresh milk. I immediately smelled its rich fragrance. Maybe I'm really hungry. I used all my strength to make a "meow", which was so low that I couldn't hear it myself, but the little girl by the fire heard it. She was overjoyed, gently picked me up, put it on her warm lap, and put the nipple in my mouth. I suck like a wolf. I swear, this is the most delicious dinner I have ever eaten in my life!
After eating and drinking, I fell asleep in her arms. If I guess correctly, there must be a happy smile on my mouth.
Day after day, my master brilliantly repeated simple and skillful movements, feeding me, taking a bath, catching fleas, combing my hair and taking me for a walk in the yard in the sun. ...
I am getting stronger and stronger, and I feel that I have inexhaustible energy everywhere.
I began to look at my new home. This is a family in it runs in the family, including father and mother, son and daughter-in-law, two daughters and a little granddaughter. Older parents still work hard every day, and younger children are also fighting for the future. The youngest is still in its infancy and can only cry, but this family is full of harmonious laughter. I see it in my eyes and beauty in my heart.
The owner who took me back from the wild is the most timid in the family, but also the kindest. My rebirth is the most obvious proof. I still remember the weeks when I came to her house. I practice climbing trees under the locust tree in front of my house, and my master Cancan and her sister are drying clothes at the door. A fool in rags walked past the door. Cancan said, poor sister, let's get him a bun. Sister said he didn't have to. Who knows the fool turned to ask: Is there a steamed stuffed bun? My host "Deng Deng Deng" ran home and gave him two big white buns. I'm so touched!
After half a year, I grew up. I once reveled in the river outside the house: enchanting figure, white skin lined with black spots, emerald eyes, long beard and soft tail. What makes me proud is that there is a thick black line under my nose, which, in the words of my senior sister, is a bit of Lu Xun's word Hu. I naturally don't know who Lu Xun is, but I'm sure he is as handsome as me, SHEN WOO.
Every time a neighbor man comes to my house, he always calls me "Little Japan" or "Tailang Yamamoto" and laughs. I can smell unfriendly from his strange smile. "Little Japan" is definitely not a good thing. "Too Wolf Mountain Ben", I am a cat, how can I be considered a wolf? I'm confused. But I don't care what people call me, because Kangkang named me "Dingdang". So every time someone calls my nickname, I just stretch disdainfully and lick my Huashun's hair to show my loftiness.
I'm a little lofty I don't want to be friends with stray cats in the street, let alone wild cats in the rocky piles in the west of the village. I think they are too dirty and smelly, and they are even more annoying together. In addition to competing for food, they also compete for territory. That's unprofessional. Other domestic cats are too melodramatic. I am doomed to have no friends at home, but having a host family is enough!
However, the old men are very busy all day and have no time to play with me. Once in a while, when they come back, I run over and act like a spoiled brat. They don't seem to care much about me, and sometimes they say impatiently, get out! I am very hurt about this.
But my little master is just the opposite. When she sees me coquetry at her feet, she will squat down to touch my head and scratch me. As long as I meow, she can clearly tell whether I am hungry or need water to drink. Although you can't go to the table, there is a whole set of dishes on the stone steps outside the door. The bright colors I eat determine my dietary standards. I don't like eggs, and even I can't say why. I don't eat eggs, whether fried or fried. But I like eating fish. Every time I catch up with the stewed fish at home, I am always asked to eat it in advance.
I am not allowed to enter the room when I sleep at night. My master said I had fleas. So when winter comes, I always go to the bottom of the pot to keep warm. Because of the residual fire at the bottom of the pot, I have been burned several times. Seeing my poor appearance, Cancan took me to her bed to sleep, regardless of her family's opposition. Her bed is really soft and fragrant! Sometimes I go home after a long walk, and then I climb over the wall to the bright room on the second floor. I stood by her bed, and my mouth was snoring, which was our code word. As long as she hears, she will lift the bed and I will jump in deftly. Sleep till dawn.
I feel safe when I follow the bright lights, and I follow her wherever she goes. She went to the field, and I followed. I'm not happy when people say I'm a dog! To tell the truth, I'm not afraid of jokes. I followed her to the bathroom and waited for her at the door. I admit, I rely too much on colorful, so she starts school and comes home only once every few weeks. Without her, I feel deeply lonely and lonely! When Cancan and her sister leave school, tell her brother to take good care of me for her and hug me at night. It's too cold for me to go.
After Cancan left, my brother really carried me to his bed. There is no soft fragrance of the past, only deafening snoring and smelly feet. That night, I couldn't bear it, and I threw up on my brother's bed. He was so angry that he kicked me out of bed and told me not to come into his house again.
I risked getting burned and went back to the bottom of the pot. How many nights at the bottom of the pot, how I miss me and love my glory!
Every time she comes home, I rub her feet endlessly and complain about my difficulties. I'm sure she can understand. Every time she hurried back to school after a short two days, I was desperate and helpless.
Looking forward to it, finally looking forward to the summer vacation. I'm glad to be home again.
However, I was happy for less than two days, and suddenly something happened that made me unhappy. Cancan brought back two white rabbits from his neighbor's house. In fact, I also like them very much, with white hair, red eyes and small mouths. I decided to get along with them.
In fact, in less than two weeks, they became my big meal.
There is a simple reason. Since their arrival, they have been busy arranging nests for them, cutting grass and picking leaves, and seem to forget my existence. What I can't stand most is that Cancan often holds them in her arms, tugging at her ears and touching her tail, and never touches me again. I decided to take measures.
Finally, one day, the whole family went to visit relatives, which is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for me to commit crimes. So I dragged a rabbit out of the nest and into the kitchen. Three times five divided by two will solve it. Finally, I left two ears and two hind legs, one to prove my courage to be a hero, and the other to warn my master of the consequences of neglecting me.
In the evening, my family came back. It was the owner who first discovered the remains of the kitchen. She was worse than sherlock holmes and Di Renjie, so she suddenly thought of my head, grabbed me, and gave me a good beating, which almost killed me. Cancan also quarreled with her mother for this. Then I went back to the good treatment in the past, and I was really surprised at my "risk".
The good times didn't last long. When I get well, I'll take good care of the rabbit again. It seems to be more caring. I regret going easy on them. I should have killed them both.
One empty afternoon a week later, I also swallowed this guy alive. I knew the seriousness of the consequences, so I ran away from home wisely. For three days and three nights, when I stood in front of Cancan, she was surprised and happy, and rushed up to scold me: Where have you been? ! I completely forgot the tragedy of the rabbit.
The rabbit storm has been going on for a long time Just when everyone was about to forget about it, my sister suddenly talked about it when she came back from college, saying that a child in Yantai suggested dragging me to the rabbit's nest and beating me hard, so that I would have a long memory. Hearing this, I bear a grudge against this little friend!
A wave of unrest, another wave.
Several birds flew in from the bamboo forest at home. They made a nest there and gave birth to four birds. It was not my intention to hurt them. I just feel very unhappy when I see my master standing on the bench and feeding them grasshoppers every day!
As a result, they were ruthlessly killed by me, just like the fate of the rabbit brothers. Sister wants to get rid of * * * in disgust. He also helped me out, saying that since four lives were gone, what's the use of killing again? It is also a kind of life. Once again, I avoided disaster. But this time, I regret being too impulsive. First of all, the young bird is innocent. I have spent many days for the death of the young bird. These days, I'm surprisingly well. Climb to the tree to sleep when you are full.
Oh, forget it, these are all ridiculous things I did when I was young. Stupid and childish, strong and violent. What is rare is that I gradually corrected my attitude towards life in my later growth and put all my energy into protecting the granary and catching mice. I have lived in this family for five years. What makes me proud is that the granary at home has never been stolen by rats.
The days passed so insipid, but in this insipid, I realized the precious happiness.
I met my girlfriend just the other day. We fell in love at first sight. I like her petite figure and sweet voice, and she is deeply attracted by my emerald eyes. We look forward to the future!
20 10 On the 16th day of the first month, when the footsteps of the old year were getting farther and farther, the tragedy happened.
After dinner, I am preparing to go on a date. When I went out, I found a long-lost furtive figure. A big gray mouse is sneaking along the wall towards the granary. A closer look, a little stumbling, like a drunk who just drank Erguotou. I didn't think much, so I rushed to catch it and had a good meal.
As the saying goes, I have been confused all my life, but this moment of confusion has ruined my life! That's an unfortunate mouse, who ate rat poison and was dying. I am so wronged that I have to be dragged to cushion it when I am dying.
Regret and resentment are too late. Only vomiting and struggling. Nobody heard you. Everyone is asleep. Only howling winds and sub-zero weather.
I'm tired and want to sleep.
I quietly closed my eyes and recalled my life from birth to death. Everything was vivid.
At this moment, what I want to see is not * * *, but my host who just started school yesterday.
The clock struck twelve. I feel cold all over. I saw my cat's father and mother. They were so familiar and unfamiliar that they took my hand and flew away.
I went to see my master after all. She slept soundly. Standing on her pillow, I couldn't help snoring again, but this time it was not a code word, but my crying. Cancan woke up unexpectedly, lifted the quilt as usual and said, come in!
I jumped. ...
Postscript: I watched the DV shooting hosted by CCTV Shengchun some time ago. One of them, a 9-year-old girl, filmed DV to find the puppy darling who had lived with her for 3 years. The scene made people cry several times. It suddenly occurred to me that my lovely psychic cat had just died. That's a stray cat. We picked it up from the street. Its life hangs by a thread. She has lived with us for five years and is very affectionate. My sister, in particular, raised her by herself, never leaving home, and accompanied her to work in the fields no matter how far away. She slept under the bed, without fleas and vomiting, but she slept with my brother all night and vomited on his bed, and there were many fleas. The disasters of rabbits and young birds in the article are all facts, and even mysterious endings did happen. At that time, we didn't tell my sister that the cat was dead, and she didn't know when she got home. The next morning, she said that the cat went to see her again in the evening. She woke up and saw a cat standing by the bed. She lifted the quilt and said, Come in. The cat fell asleep. We just told her the news that the cat died, but she insisted that it was neither a dream nor an illusion. Yes or no, this should be the cat's farewell! My cat convinced me that animals have feelings. Although it can't speak, it can express itself, and only those who love it deeply can understand it.
I can't bear to see and hear about cruelty to animals. Being kind to them is actually being kind to yourself!
The Ancient Xuanwumen Spring and Autumn Zhuo Xin Classics of the Fugitive of Postgraduate Entrance Examination