I groaned, but it was actually a powerless roar. I don’t know if my masters heard it? My soul floated into the air, and I heard a woman screaming in horror. I turned around and saw a yellow dog on the ground. It was my body, with a large pool of blood under my body, bright red and dazzling. I was pushed by the bus in the middle and died. I floated in the air nostalgic, swaying like a piece of paper, trying hard to think about the scene that moment just now. The light rain kept drizzling, and I hid under the bus. It was a very sheltering place. It was like a small house that sheltered from the wind and rain. I lay happily on the wheels, using the wheels as a support and dreaming of yellow beauty. I am a stray dog. I have been wandering around with my mother since I was a child. One day we wandered to a yard. The yard was very large and clean. There were many cars and many workers in the yard. Each of them wore an apricot yellow waistcoat with a word on it. It turned out that this was a green place with a canteen and a complete sanitation facilities. The rest of their food would be poured into a ditch outside the yard. My mother and I could eat a full meal every day. Sometimes my mother would go somewhere else to walk. I always found a cool place to sleep. The sun was comfortable and the dog was enough. There was a little black dog similar to me in the yard. I heard the workers call him Erheizi. It ran around inside. The workers took the bus to work and followed him to the gate before turning back slowly. When the workers got off work, they heard the sound of the car. It stopped at the door and ran to welcome the workers back. The workers got off the bus and shouted him and waved to it. Erheizi looked very satisfied. It always comes out to play with me, and we become good friends. Erheizi told me that it was brought here by a driver since childhood. One day, my mother told me, let’s go back to my hometown, no matter how good it is, it is not home! I shook my body and said reluctantly: "I don't want to live a life of wandering anymore. There is food and drink here, and I don't enjoy it. Why do I have to live a hungry and full life?" My mother shook her head and sighed, looking at me with a sad look and said, "Child, the world is dangerous, you don't understand, alas!" My mother paused and said, meeting is fate, getting along is blessing, children, being guarded against others is essential, you must remember our duty and responsibilities as dogs. "Although I reluctantly let my mother leave, I have grown up. The more important reason is that I fell in love with Erheizi. For Erheizi, I decided to be here. My mother's eyes were filled with tears and she walked back three times. Watching her mother's back gradually moving away, tears slowly overflowed.
It floated like this, I don’t know how far it was. I saw a vague figure in front of me, which dispersed and then gathered into a human form, as if swimming in the water, trying hard to swim like me. In fact, I was not relaxed either. It seemed that the wind was blocking the front, and I was scraped like a piece of paper. I was just holding on with a stream of air so that I would not be scraped over. When the two met, I saw clearly that it was a 14 or 15-year-old boy, tall but thin. He kept looking back and tears flowed silently. He saw me and took a few steps back. Maybe I still had the smell of blood just now. I smiled and asked the boy, "Child, what are you looking back? ", the boy fiddled with the hem of the clothes, and then I saw that there were blood on the clothes, which seemed to have not dried yet, "Are you...? "I asked again? The boy raised his head and had a very handsome face, "Help me, help me go home, I miss my mother.""After saying that, he pointed his fingers below. I saw that downstairs, a young mother hugged a boy covered in blood and cried several times. The boy said, "That's my mother, she was holding me. The school was on vacation. She wanted to have fun and playing games was the critical moment. My mother snatched my phone and scolded me for being useless. She was angry for a moment. I jumped down from the fifteenth floor. My soul floated in the air. Seeing my mother crying heart-wrenchingly, I felt distressed. I wanted to go back and forth to my mother and not let her cry again. I knew I was wrong. I regret it so much. I regret it. I want to help me. I want to go home! I cry with the boy. If things in the world can be as good as time travel dramas, I can go back and forth between life and death, but there are some things in the world that don't give us a chance to regret it! The boy floated downstairs with difficulty, but he could not get over to his mother. The boy's mother seemed crazy. She pressed her face tightly against the boy's face and murmured, baby, wait for mother, mom, mom accompany you, the boy rushed towards his mother regardless of everything, but there was a force that rejected him. The more he struggled, the more futile he was. At that moment, I remembered Erheizi. After my mother left, I settled in the courtyard with the encouragement of Erheizi. On the days when we were inseparable, we went out and came back together, and we were kind of love-willing days made me feel happy! One morning I woke up and there was no Erheizi around me. I stretched my waist and didn't care. Erheizi was very active and always woke up early, which was in sharp contrast to my lazy personality. The night was coming, Erheizi had not come back yet. I searched all the places we often went, but there was no trace of Erheizi. There was a cry of owl in my ears, and there was a creepy feeling. A bad premonition filled my heart, fear, guesswork, anxiety and sadness surged out with tears. The next day, I went out early and repeated us. In the place where I was looking forward to Erheizi suddenly appearing in front of me. On the edge of the truck lane, two sanitation workers were cleaning up the leaves and garbage. One of them told the other that yesterday morning, a large truck hit a dog to death, which was the black dog that was always with a yellow dog. Later, a small pickup truck came over and threw it away from the car and pulled it away. The very fat dog. The sky was dark, and I stumbled on a tree, gasping for breath, lying on the ground without a ground, letting myself tremble in the summer. From then on, there was no Erheizi in the world, what's the point of living or dying? How painful does it hurt when something is right in front of you or your relatives are in danger but are powerless? The heartbreaking heartbreaking, the flesh digging with a knife is not enough to describe it. I cried with the little boy, hugged him, and tried to give him some comfort. We were wrapped in the wind and got farther and farther away from the little boy's mother. The wind became heavier and heavier, and the little boy and I were separated in the autumn wind in August. I floated and returned to where I lived. I also wanted to take a look at the "home" that once gave me warmth. There were a few people around the gate, one of my former masters, taking I was peeling a dog's skin with a knife. The dog was me. The bloody scene in front of me made me shudder. I was peeled off, and then I was peeled off eight pieces, put them in a big pot of water, and put them on a spice. In just a while, I turned into a pot of fragrant dog meat. I staggered back and floated away. I could imagine that the former master of human beings, also known as my best friend, was grinning and staring at me, gnawing on my flesh.All things live in vain, and I have no way to hate them! It was floating like this, and the air was filled with sadness. I saw the child who was separated from his parents due to leukemia . His lonely figure was crying, Mom, don't cry, you are giving birth to a me like me... The elder brother in his fifties who fell from the scaffolding on the construction site, he told nervously that my wife was sick and the child was still in school. I can't just leave like this. Who can save me... The young wife who committed suicide by domestic violence had tears in her blue eyes. She limped and moved, the child was still young, why am I so stupid... The children who were bullied in the school, they looked around helplessly, and we, the creatures of the same kind... They were floating everywhere... I floated to my hometown without realizing it. It turns out that no matter people or creatures, what makes people miss the most is their own home. When they are tired and decadent, when they are separated from life and death, what I remember deeply is home, the person who gives me life in my heart. My mother sat at a corner, looking in my direction, with endless longing and concern in her eyes, and tears fell down one by one. I raised my hand to wipe away my mother's tears, but I couldn't touch her. I rushed towards my mother desperately. I forgot the precepts of yin and yang separation, and shouted desperately in a hoarse voice, Mom... Mom... I'm back... But I heard the heartbreaking voices of my mother and me at the same time. I am no longer willing to repeat the sadness of parting. Life is so fragile. In a secret corner, there are everywhere in the dusty life like us. They have no sense of existence, but they also exist. Some of my masters go and some come. They are all compassionate and do the cheapest work, but they are kind. All things are living hard to live. Living is also a practice, to save me, you, him, and all living things. I want to stay by my mother's side, even if we can't see and touch each other, the place where we have mother is the Pure Land and the place where we have a place to go!
Author profile: Zhao Ya: Wild grass in the dust, dream of growing wings on which day, can fly freely
