Appreciation of lyric prose about dogs
Appreciation of lyric prose about dogs: two dogs
Father threw away a furry black dog. Father doesn't like it and thinks it is timid and not fierce. He can't bite other people's dogs. He often has a hair missing from his back, dripping with blood, or limping back from the outside with a sad face. Strangers came in the yard, and they didn't dare to pounce on them. He just stood in front of the dog hole and barked twice. If someone picks up a clod and lifts a tree, it will get into the nest crying and never come out again.
How can such a dog guard the door when he can't keep himself?
My father used to sell leather in Liu Hu, 50 kilometers away. When he left, he put the dog in a sack, tied it up and threw it into the car. He wrapped 37 pieces of skin and sold 38 pieces. The dog was counted as one and sold to the owner of the leather shop.
When I came back, my father found a little yellow dog. We all like this dog, chubby, but smart and lively. As soon as my father came back, he cut his ears and cut them into triangles, which stood upright like wolves' ears, otherwise his ears would affect his hearing when he grew up.
After more than a month, we almost forgot about Black Dog. One night, when we were having dinner, it suddenly appeared at the gate of the yard, thin and didn't come in, crying pitifully at the door. We called a few times before it came in, plunged into his father's leg, hugged his father's foot with two front paws, and screamed endlessly, which made people feel uncomfortable. Mother filled a bowl of film and poured it into the basin for it to eat. It's already hungry.
Since then, our family has had two dogs. The yellow dog began to bully the black dog when he was a little older. They share a food bowl. When eating, the black dog always gives way to the yellow dog. Later, the yellow dog became overbearing and often bit the black dog and took it for himself. The black dog had to stand aside awkwardly, waiting for the yellow dog to go away, eat some leftovers and fill the dish basin with his tongue. There is only one kennel in the house, which is occupied by the yellow dog, and the black dog lies on the haystack every night. Strangers come in, all yellow dogs bite whenever they meet, and there are no black dogs. Once a wild dog came to the yard and bit the yellow dog together. The black dog leaned in to help. Unexpectedly, the yellow dog released the wild dog that was biting and turned around and bit the black dog. The black dog ran away crying, and the yellow dog bit the wild dog again until he defeated the wild dog and escaped from the yard.
Later, we built a nest for the black dog under the elm tree near the courtyard wall, and supported it with a broken shovel head for it to eat. Since then, the black dog has rarely left the nest, and sometimes we forget it and can't remember it for days. At night, only the yellow dog barks, and the black dog doesn't make any noise. After two years, maybe three years, the black dog died and died in the nest. Father said it was old and dead. I didn't know what kind of death old age was at that time. I thought it was hunger or loneliness. It often doesn't come out, and sometimes we forget to feed it when we are busy.
Until now, I can't fully understand the mood of that black dog in his later years. I have an indescribable strangeness about his death, especially two years before his death. I think, when I get old, I will gradually know what has been happening, and I will be closer to the life of an old dog, just like the occasional dusk before his death, when the black dog basks in the last sun with us at the root of a wall, and the black dog lies in the middle, and we sit next to it with our backs against the wall. We have enjoyed the same sunshine with it, and will eventually suffer the same aging and death, but I may not know what I really want to know anyway. For him, a black dog who grew up beside us and died of old age, what is the life of our family in his eyes? Is it interesting for us to live like this?
Appreciation of Lyric Prose about Dogs: My Dog
That autumn, I was a sophomore
One Saturday noon, I hurried home. Just as I entered the door, a big gray dog jumped out of the room and wait for a while stared at me. I was taken aback. I stepped back to see that it didn't mean to bite, so I glanced at it out of the corner of my eye and moved slowly into the house. The dog came in after me without saying a word, and then lay on the ground and closed his eyes.
I was relieved and asked? Whose dog is this?
Parents are eating. Mother smiled and said, naturally it belongs to our family. Can't you see it didn't bite you? Dogs don't bite the Lord, they are people! ?
I crouched down and studied with joy. For the first time in my life, I personally touched this common animal. It opened its eyes slightly and looked at me, then closed its eyes and went back to sleep. I was moved by that calm and trust, and I began to like it.
My family has never had a dog. I have always been disgusted with other people's dogs, very alert and scared. Probably many people have had a similar experience: when you want to visit a family, you just walk outside the courtyard wall and hear the dog barking warily. When you open the door, you suddenly see the beast standing majestically at the door, looking at you coldly, almost treating you as a malicious thief or enemy. At this time, the host hurried out of the house to escort you and scolded you. Although it walked away bitterly, its eyes were still full of hostility. When you want to leave, the host will politely escort you out. Obviously, you didn't rob his family. Obviously empty-handed, he cried anxiously for a while until you walked away. I really don't like the feeling of being guarded and hated. Therefore, I generally don't go to people who have dogs. Even if I go, I should be careful to prevent it from sneaking up from behind when I leave. Of course, this kind of thing has never happened. However, I'm still worried. However, when you met it outside, it ran away from you with its tail hanging down, completely discredited. Being a dog at home is really annoying, but it's like a lost dog outside. Your own dog is different. It trusts you, and you trust it. Even if you are asleep, you can boldly close your eyes. It will only protect you. This is my first dog. When I touched it, the sudden feeling of joy made me feel very comfortable.
But I've only been away from home for a month. Why did such a big dog suddenly appear?
? Where did you get the dog? I asked.
? It's from your second uncle. His bitch gave birth to four puppies and gave us one. Although it is big, it is only a month and a half. ? Mom said.
I was a little surprised, too. Just as I was about to speak, the dog jumped up as if it had heard an order. I stood up and saw my uncle had entered my yard. Behind him, a big dog jumped out and tangled with my dog. It turns out that this is a scene where mother and son meet. My uncle comes to my house every day, and the big dog follows him to nurse the puppy. For this unfortunate mother, all the other children are gone, so she has to leave all her milk and maternal love to the only child who can still meet. Sometimes my parents go to work in the fields and leave the dog in the yard, and this great mother jumps over my low courtyard wall to feed, so our dog is much bigger and stronger than its brothers and sisters. I met one of his brothers at my neighbor's house that day. He is almost half the size of my dog. He is thin and emaciated, and his bark is not as angry as an adult dog. A mother's brother, fate is so different.
Since then, this dog has become a member of our family. There is no utilitarian purpose in keeping it. The poor family is ruined and there is nothing worth stealing. Maybe we can't take it. We're not tied up like most people. It has always enjoyed full freedom, so it has developed an unrestrained personality.
At that time, I was keen on whistling, so I trained it with whistling. Soon it became familiar with my whistle. I saw it from a distance when it was playing with its friends in the street. As long as it whistles, it will come soon. But its nature seems to have a supercilious side, naturally affectionate, attached to its master, but not showing the slightest coquetry.
I will go back to school the next day, and it has followed me for a long time. I tried to drive it back, and even bent down to pick up stones to scare it, but it still refused to go home, so I had to harden my heart and just went not to see it.
It's been a hard month at school. I always think about my dog. Although it looks ordinary and not expensive, I am worried about it, and I am worried that it will be hurt by people who steal it on the road. This kind of thing was very common at that time. Finally, I came home in a hurry, only whistling at the gate, and my dog jumped out quickly and jumped at me desperately, almost throwing me down? That's amazing! It has fully grown into a big dog. How touching a sincere welcome is, even if it comes from an animal! As long as I am at home, it follows me everywhere. When I work in the fields, it never leaves me. Although I am going to study abroad and spend too little time with it, its attachment to me is so sincere and warm, without any reluctance or affectation. Ten years after it disappeared, I still miss it so much and mourn for its suffering, which is really worthwhile.
It was already noon when I went home again, and the door was locked. I knew what my parents were doing, so I went to the field to look for it. Sure enough, my parents are working. When they saw me, they said it was time to go home and cook. I asked where the dog was, and my father pointed to the distant grove. I looked and didn't see it, so I blew my whistle hard. Suddenly, I saw a cloud of smoke rising in the dry field, and my dog flew towards us. That's when I knew what speed was. I do not like it! Alas, ten years later, when I think about it, my heart is still full of unspeakable emotion and sadness. What kind of affection do I have for it, which deserves it to be so affectionate to me?
One day in winter, it snowed heavily all night. It's dawn and the snow has stopped. I'm in a good mood. With a whistle, I took the dog to the village to see the snow. Behind the village is a vast wheat field covered with thick snow, which is vast and magnificent. I stood at the head of the field, my hair was crazy, and I couldn't help reciting "Qinyuan Spring Snow" loudly. The dog also got excited, jumped down, scattered in the snow and ran in circles. That kind of wildness and coziness is still vivid today.
But it also ignored me and avoided me. It was winter vacation, and I met it in the street when I returned to the village. I whistled at once and it obviously heard me. It looked up and saw me. Strangely, I didn't fly there as before, but turned around and ran to the hill in the south of the village. There is also a yellow dog running around it. I was very surprised. I went home and told my father. My father smiled. That must be Nanwu's bitch. They are always together these days. ? I can't help but feel funny. Is this guy in love? But I'm not going to run away as soon as I see you. Do you want to run away from home for this?
Sure enough, every morning when I open the door, I will see the yellow dog in the south room waiting on the doorstep. As soon as the door opened a crack, my dog came out soon, so they left together. I walked all day and didn't come back hungry until it was dark. Since then, I often see them wandering together, inseparable, and not mixing with other dogs in the village. They are just looking for their own freedom and happiness.
Their courage is getting bigger and bigger, and their footprints are getting farther and farther. Even once, our neighbors told us that we saw them in a market ten miles away. This is beginning to worry us. At that time, news of dog thieves kept coming out in the countryside. From time to time, we hear that someone's dog has been stolen, so we discuss whether to tie it up. But at that time, I was a teenager full of rebellious thoughts, and I really couldn't bear to limit its freedom. Finally, I didn't tie it. To this day, I still wonder if my original compassion was used in the wrong place.
We can only hope that its cleverness and good luck can protect it. But it became bolder and bolder, and even began to spend the night outside without permission. Sometimes we can't see it for days on end. We were worried about whether it was in trouble, but we couldn't find it. We are sorry, but it is tired and hungry. I stayed at home honestly for a few days, just as we were glad that it was tired of wandering life, I don't know when it disappeared from our sight again. Our home seems to be its hotel.
I don't know how many times I repeated it. Two years later, we finally gave up our worries and began to admire its cleverness and good luck. In the past two years, the number of dogs lost or killed in the village is unknown. It is a miracle that our unruly dogs are always safe and sound. We are happy to think that our dog is born with good luck.
Maybe the best luck has run out. Finally, once, it didn't come home for four or five days in a row, and we began to panic, but we didn't go out to look for it. This is an infeasible behavior. However, I still feel glad that it will suddenly come back, or in the morning, when I open the door, I will see it lying at the door; Or at night, it will slowly walk into the house tired. But it took a month or two to come back, and we were finally completely disappointed.
My dog never came back.
I think even if it can come back safely once, what about next time? This kind of bad luck will probably not escape in the future. Nine times out of ten, it was caught by a dog thief, but we didn't meet anyone in China, so its final fate became a mystery after all. But we never talked about it again. I just secretly feel sorry for it and regret my unrestrained indulgence, but I vaguely feel that this indulgence is not absolutely undesirable. Since then, I seem to have been injured and have no courage to keep a dog.
At first, Nanwu's yellow dog stayed in front of my house before dawn. After several days in a row, I finally stopped coming.
Appreciation of Lyric Prose about Dogs: Grandma and Dogs
This is a long memory, long enough to fade out of my mind. Just when chatting with friends inadvertently, I slowly recalled it and gradually emerged in front of me. My thoughts can't help but go back to that time.
The protagonist of the story is a little dog named Grey Grey, which was named by her grandmother. Why would she use it? She? Because grandma loves this puppy very much and never treats her as an animal. Of course, gray is also very clever and sensible, very attractive.
In my childhood, I always lived with my grandmother. The cold wind raged in the small mountain village for nine days, which was much colder than it is now. In the early morning, steam rose from the farmhouse. Even if I wake up early, I don't want to get up, lie on a warm bed and try to catch the steam coming out of the pot cover with two small hands. Left, right. The futile action was repeated over and over again, but the steam gently slipped away from my fingers. My funny appearance amused my grandfather who was sitting next to me smoking and my grandmother who was pushing the bellows rhythmically between the stoves. Their laughter was accompanied by the smell of food, and with the steaming in the room, the peaceful breath was so happy!
The room is getting warmer and warmer and the fog is getting thinner and thinner. Suddenly, the curtain was lifted and a man came in from the outside, looking more than forty years old. The wings of a dog's fur hat were not fastened properly, and it screamed like a pig's ear. The temperature outside must be very low, and the breath sprayed on his beard, which was brushed off, like the beard of an old fairy in a movie. Wearing a white stubble leather coat and a pair of cotton gloves around his neck, but only on his left hand, he bent down and hid his right hand in the leather coat. The cold air forced the fog to come straight at me.
? Hey! Haven't eaten yet. ? People are loud and shout when they enter the door. I know he is uncle Baoyi of the third milk family.
? Baoyi is here. Sit down on the kang. ? Grandma quickly stood up from the corner, patting the broken firewood on her clothes and greeting.
Grandpa moved his body to the kang and promised Uncle Baoyi's words. I don't work much, so don't worry about eating. ?
Uncle Baoyi just smiled at Grandpa and then turned to Grandma. Aunt, my old dog was born, one with five * * *, and those with good coat color, black and yellow, were all sent out. Only the gray one is left, and no one wants it. You know the situation in my family. There is a widow mother, four children shoulder to shoulder, and a family of seven or eight. As far as my wife and I are concerned, we can't support ourselves. How can we feed the dog with extra food? ? With that, Uncle Baoyi took out his right hand from his fur coat, holding a little greyhound in his hand.
? Okay, I'll stay. ? Grandma turned her little feet, picked up the puppy in a few steps, pushed me into the bed on the kang and put the puppy beside me. Uncle Baoyi left contentedly.
? Why did you leave it? You don't like dogs. ? Grandpa glared at grandma discontentedly.
? Alas, Baoyi is right, a life is not cheap. My eyes were firmly attracted by the puppy and I ignored the conversation between my grandparents. This little guy is so cute. She is only as big as a hand, her flesh is rolling, her gray fluff is shining, and she still looks wobbly and wobbly. A pair of round black eyes looked at me curiously, as if to ask: What is this place? I couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but she timidly dodged. In the end, because of the disharmony of her limbs, she reluctantly accepted it, but there was a squeaky protest in her nose.
Grandma took a plate and put some rice soup in front of her. She tried several times, maybe the temperature was just right, and no one stopped her, so she dared to extend small tongue to lick the rice soup, and it was soon clean. After eating and drinking enough, the puppy became more lively than before. She hid me in the quilt and mistook me for her mother. She kept arching the quilt to get in and get close to me. I like her, too. I have to hug her when I lift the quilt.
? I like her to get dressed for dinner, brush and hug the dog after dinner, and roll around with the big dog in the kennel every day. It's too dirty to let her get into the quilt. ? Grandma said, put the puppy in the laundry basket next to the stove. My heart aches but I dare not stop it. I'm afraid grandma will throw the puppy out of the yard. I wolfed down my meal, jumped off the ground and stayed next to the dog to tease her. Grandma carefully scrubbed the puppy clean and put it back on the kang. Since then, a new member has been added to our family. Grandma gave her a name, calling her Grey.
Grandma left the puppy to find me a playmate. She was born in a big family and was very picky about her words and deeds. She is very strict with Grey and trains her as a human being. Don't let her rob things in the house, don't hurt the henhouse, don't peek, and stipulate the place to pee and shit. Gray will be beaten if he doesn't do well once. There is a small stick standing in the corner of the bellows under the kang. This is the family style of Gray. Gray made a mistake, and grandma really wanted to fight. Gray didn't resist, hung his tail and sobbed and ran away. However, if Grey does it right, Grandma will reward her. The steamed bread made of white flour mixed with corn flour is broken in half and put into a small gray rice basin. Gray ate a few mouthfuls happily. Woof woof. ? Yelling at grandma happily. At this time, the smile overflowed the corners of the mouth, and the wrinkles on grandma's face blossomed.
Under grandma's training, gray has become more and more human. Grandpa has a bad habit. Every night after soaking his feet, he went barefoot and went straight to the kang. Grandma has to wait on him, give him water to wash his feet, and then carry grandpa's shoes under the edge of the kang and put them neatly. The days passed day by day. One night, I can't remember the exact time. Grandma poured foot washing water and came back to see grandpa's shoes neatly placed at the bottom of the kang.
? Honey, did you put the shoes for grandpa? Grandma asked me, and my grandfather and I were stunned. We were all busy taking off our clothes and sleeping, so we never left the ground.
? Is it a little gray? Grandma's tone is full of doubts. I turned around and saw gray's little head tilted, staring at her, as if to say, of course it's me! ? The appearance is lovely.
? It must be you, distressed grandma, helping grandma! ? Grandma didn't put down the footbath, crouched down and stroked the puppy's head with her hand. Strange to say, the puppy rubbed grandma's hand. Ouch? Humming in a low voice, as if answering grandma. Grandma was very happy all night, and she really began to like gray from the heart.
Such a surprise, ash ash gave us a lot. She seems to understand us, help us do this and that, and look after the chickens. When I was about six years old, my grandmother's Lu Hua chicken disappeared mysteriously for a period of time in summer. Suddenly, I brought out a nest of chickens from the wing, which made my grandmother very happy. Grandma let these little guys run around the yard without being caged. Chickens are like fluffy balls, playing and planing with their mother hens, not to mention how lovable they are. I don't know where wild dogs come from, which will harm these chickens. At that time, my grandparents were not at home, only myself. This dog is too big, twice as big as that gray one. I tried to drive it away, but I finally got cold feet because of fear and had to lie on the window and worry. I don't know where I got the courage at the critical moment, and I got entangled with wild dogs. The wild dog bit the gray dog's ear and the blood dripped down his hair. Looking at it, I felt distressed and cried. Gray bit the wild dog's neck in pain, letting the other party drag and tear, but he just wouldn't let go. The wild dog ran away in pain, but the chicken was saved, so Gray's left ear was missing by half.
After this incident, grandma loves gray more. In this family, her treatment is the same as mine. If there is anything delicious, my grandmother won't give it to my grandfather. I will eat it with Xiao Ash. In that era when the grain collapsed, I never made trouble without reason. I voluntarily distributed the hard-won grain to the little ash. At school age, I stayed in the countryside for two years because of my parents' work. In those days, every time after school, gray squatted at the school gate and waited for me. I hung my schoolbag around Gray's neck and ran home with a smile. My classmates were jealous of me and went home to cry with my parents. Some of them really have dogs for this, but they are not as smart as my little gray. They looked at the dog and sighed. They were just jealous.
I clearly remember that when I was nine years old, my father took me to study in the city. From then on, I can only go back to my grandmother's house for a few days on holidays. I left my grandmother's house in tears. Reluctant to grandparents, reluctant to gray. Since I returned to the city, my grandmother has put all her thoughts on Grey, talking to her and taking her to work as if I were still with her. These words were told to me by my grandmother when I went back from vacation. My grandmother's feelings for Gray are only clear to me. After half a year, the village organized dog fighting. We are a military family, so it is natural that we should take the lead, and gray can't escape this fate. My family has been keeping secrets from me for fear of affecting my study.
It is also the fate of gray, who was hit by a sickle and didn't die. Grandma was so happy that she hid the gray in the wing, washed the wound with light salt water every day and tied it with clean fine white cloth. Squeeze some goat's milk to feed Ash. After grandma's careful care, Ash will recover soon. Grandma also locked her in the wing and told her not to call and not to go out during the day. They were afraid that the dog catcher would know and kill her. Gray coquetry rubbed grandma's hand, very obedient, really didn't come out once, which really made her feel bad.
When my father found out, he refused to leave Ash behind, saying that she was not human after all and had no human mind. Besides, the skull has been badly hurt. If you go crazy, you will die. Grandma ignored stubble and treated the ashes as usual.
June in the lunar calendar is the season when apricots mature. Apricots with golden red cheeks sparkled among the green leaves, bending the branches. That kind of sour and sweet taste makes people drool when you think about it. My little brother is about to graduate from the military academy and become a qualified officer. During the summer vacation, dad took us back to grandma's house. My dad said he wanted to eat grandma's apricots. Grandma immediately put down her work and skipped away.
When she came back with a basket of Xinger and full of joy, her ashes had hung on the branches of poplar trees in the yard and died. Huang Chengcheng's apricots were scattered all over the yard. Grandma realized that her father wanted apricots as an excuse to stall her and kill her ashes. Grandma braved the fire in her eyes, grabbed the broom and ran after her father all over the yard. The father in his fifties smiled and dodged.
? Don't be angry. The puppy's head was injured, and no one can say that it didn't hurt the brain nerve. If it becomes crazy, you can't stop it. It's too late to regret. ? My father coaxed me, but my grandmother ignored me. Finally got tired of playing. I sat next to little gray, stroking her soft hair and crying.
My little brother and my uncle's two brothers blinked at each other, but they had the idea of eating gray meat. Their narrow-mindedness was seen through by grandpa, who spit out a big smoke ring and said to grandma, well, the children are worried about you, too. He is tired of being with dogs all day. Don't forget that it is a beast after all. Yaya, help grandma into the house and sit on the ground all the time. It's so cold! People in their seventies are not as sensible as children. ?
? Mins, Qier, you bring the dog here, Grandpa skins you, and we eat meat. ? Grandma was worried when she heard that she was going to eat her little ash.
? I'll see who dares to murder my ashes because they want to eat meat. Why don't you eat me too? ?
? No one is allowed to think about fighting dog meat. Listen to grandma and don't make her old man angry. ? Father suddenly became severe. He stopped his younger brother and others with his eyes and went back to coax grandma.
? Mom, do as you say, okay? Get up first, it's too cold to sit on the ground. If you are still not angry, hit your son a few times. Hard, his skin is rough and it doesn't hurt. ? After that, I knelt down on one leg and stretched my back, waiting for grandma's punishment. Tears swirled in my eyes, but I held back. Reluctant to be gray, I am more distressed by my father.
Grandma raised her hand and gently landed on Dad's back, so the story ended. Under the guidance of grandpa, the two brothers moved the dog to their uncle's house, skinned it and ate the meat. It's hidden, just to avoid grandma. I didn't eat a bite of dog meat, and I couldn't swallow the gray meat.
Since then, grandma has never had a dog. At the moment of her death, grandma said this intermittently: You ate my ashes, but she didn't hate you. She's waiting for me over there. I won't be alone. ? Grandma closed her eyes forever, but there was a happy smile on her mouth.
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