I first saw the tears of the animals, that is my home an old cat tears, this old cat has been in my home for many, many years, I do not know how many children it has given birth to, I do not know how old it has been. I don't know how many children she has had, or how old she is. I just know that she has become a member of our family, and an important part of our family's daily life is to play with her. When she was a kitten, we made her roll around on the floor, and when she grew up, we held her in our arms for a long time and stroked her soft fluffy fur. We also made out with it so much that it couldn't stay away from our caresses even for a day. Whoever didn't touch it for a day, it would find that person at night and lie down silently beside him, waiting for his intimacy until that person finally stroked it, even if it was just for a little while, and then it would walk away slowly and contentedly, as if it was full of fulfillment for this and felt happy. It was as if it was fulfilled and happy.
Only after many years, the old cat was already too old, and its movements had become slow; and even though the whole family had been very kind to it up to that point, the old cat gradually became distant from us. Every day, it just lay under the eaves of the house, and no matter how much we tried to tease it down there, it refused to come down, and sometimes it glanced at us lazily, but then it closed its eyes again without any expression.
Mother said that the cat's life span was coming to an end, as well as the ruthlessness of human beings, and our family's greatest worry was that it would die in an unknown corner. We were afraid it would cause us trouble. So every day every day to observe, we just see this old cat is indeed more and more listless day by day, but it is still under the eaves of the house, the edge of the window quietly lying, seems to sleep, but also seems to be waiting for the final days of the upcoming. It was also an accidental discovery, it was when I went to the yard to do something, I just saw this old cat lying on the window edge for too long, so I went over to see if it was sleeping, or just sunbathing as usual. But as I approached it to walk over, I suddenly realized that right at the corner of this old cat's eye, there was a teardrop condensed. It seemed that the tear had been in the corner of its eye for too long, and the tear had been made to look like amber by the sunlight, and it was still there in the corner of its eye, with a little spot of light shining out from the sunlight.
"The cat is crying." Uncontrollably, I shouted to my mother in the room, immediately, my mother came out, she seemed to give this old cat a little last comfort. Who expected that the old cat saw the mother came to it, immediately strong struggle to stand up, with the last bit of strength, step by step to the roof climbed up. At that moment, the mother tried her best to lure it down, perhaps to give it some last food, but the old cat didn't even look back, and walked away step by step, walking so heavily.
It was only then that I realized that we were too cold. It had lived its whole life in our house, and we were still afraid that it would end its life right there in our house, and we always hoped that it would be able to walk away on its own at the end of its life, no matter where it went, which was still better than staying in our house. At first we thought that it was because it refused to go, fearing that it was going to ask us for a last warmth, but we estimated it wrongly, 1. It was just waiting for us to give it a final farewell; and when it realized that we already knew that it was going to leave us, she just left a tear behind, and then went away silently, to an unknown place.
For a long, long time, I could never forget that tear, a tear that lingered on life and sensed a great death coming. Animals have their own emotions, they only leave their love for people, and then they say goodbye to people with an eternal teardrop, while taking the last pain by themselves far away.
The tears of animals are holy tears, and they do not ask for returns from human beings
2. Look, this group of buddies
There are six big red roosters fed in my chicken house. They grew up together like brothers.
The oldest has a good body: thick legs, tall, broad chest, thick back, big red crown, green tail, and shiny red down coat. Look at it in the middle of the buddies that faction, head high, eyes gleaming, a good member of the majesty of the general! The boss's voice extraordinarily loud, every time it crowed, five little brother hurriedly dragged the tone of the call endlessly, extraordinarily lively. Usually, the oldest brother to the little brothers to control very tightly. Once, the oldest three for some reason with the little six fight. The oldest glared at them, but they still do not know the fun, the oldest angry, majestic walk over to the two of them in the middle of a station, and "cackle" two, scared the little six drilled into the big brother under the chest. The oldest three still a little reluctant to give up, the result was the oldest Dalian pecked two, screaming in pain. The oldest pecked the oldest still "cluck cluck cluck cluck", as if teaching the oldest, "to think well, big let small."
The oldest is a very big brother posture, every time on the fresh food, the oldest always retreat to the "second line", looking at the younger brothers devouring. When the younger brothers ate enough, automatically back away, it came forward to start eating. It is never picky about what it eats, and it has a great appetite. After eating, it often puts its head out of the fence to look around, as if it is keeping watch for its carefree brothers.
The second is like a quiet girl. It has a showy demeanor and never minded its own business. When the younger brothers fought, it never paid any attention to them, and it looked as if it were saying, "The cow kills, the cow fills the life." No matter what delicious food, it always eat slowly. When it was full, it squatted on the wooden bar and combed its beautiful feathers. Sometimes, it even puts its head in front of the water jar and looks at it in a biased way. The brothers all dislike it, do not like to joke with it. The oldest three love to have trouble with the youngest six, but are quite good friends with the fourth and fifth brothers. They huddle together when they eat, and also when they sleep ......
The old six is lean and active. In the evening, the older brothers are sleepy and squatting on the wooden bar, but it is still jumping around, playing quite happily alone. Little six of the most picky eaters, eat food, head left flung, right flung, pointed little mouth to food all over the ground, for which no less whipped. Little six is also very good, often in the brothers play, but it does not say a word to the big brother side, for the big brother hair. At this point, the oldest always put his head higher.
Look, these buddies are a lot of fun!
3, the Tibetan antelope's cry
Night, is so quiet, the beautiful Coco Sicily grassland, this pure young girl sleeping. I was listening to my grandfather's story with great interest. In the story, Grandpa once again mentioned the name that I am both familiar and unfamiliar with: human beings - a group of modern barbarians, they sailed into Cocao Sicily, sailed into our lives, and from then on shattered the old tranquility. Watching our family getting thinner and thinner, and my relatives leaving me one by one, I felt fear for being a Tibetan antelope. So, again, I couldn't wait to ask, "Grandpa, why did they come to hurt us? We are a family!" "It is money, it is greed, which prompts human beings with wisdom, to take the method of slaughter. For the sake of our soft and smooth fur, humans lost their conscience and compassion." Grandpa sighed heavily.
The night, deeper, the bright moonlight spread all over the grassland, the group went to sleep, the feeling of fear still lingered in my heart, making it difficult for me to sleep. The words of my grandfather just now, and let me think of my parents' encounter. I heard my uncle say that when I was three years old, my parents lost their lives under the muzzle of human guns. Although that disaster has become more and more distant and vague with the passage of time. However, I still feel scared when I think about it now, and I miss my parents and my past life. Unconsciously, teardrops rolled down. The beautiful past, all the beautiful things, really can only be reproduced in the dream? So the beautiful little angel--Angel brought me into the paradise of dreams ......
"Duh--duh! --duh--", a sharp honk broke my dream and shattered the quiet night. The sounds of panic, gunshots, and cries all rang in my ears at once. I opened my fuzzy sleepy eyes and stupidly asked, "What's wrong?" My sister said in horror, "The killers are at it again!" In a flash, I was frozen, dumbfounded, as my brother pulled me hard to leap outside with the clan.
"Bang," a gunshot rang out, scaring the group into a desperate hiss. The sound tore at their hearts and lungs, and the young and ignorant me cried non-stop. In front of us, machine guns swept, like a fire snake rushing towards us, like a fire net covering us. At once the shouts and cries mingled together. Ah! Kindred spirits, partners fell one by one, grandfather used all his strength to push me out. At this time I have become a tearful person, resolutely refused to go, stubbornly stood. Grandpa cried and said, "Son, go, go, go, live there is hope ah!" I let out a long scream, freed my limbs, and ran desperately to the end of the grassland. Along the way, tears continued to flow, wetting the grass on the ground.
I don't know how long I ran, but I collapsed from exhaustion and looked back into the distance: the wind was howling and the trees were swaying.
4. I know it is not easy for a person to come into this world, and isn't it the same with animals? But when they are born, they are separated from their flesh and bones by cruel people, and they have feelings too! But when people take them home, don't they think about their parents' feelings? Besides, people do not always care for them, but abandon them when they are still young. Yes, they are animals, but they also have their own brain, but they are so "stupid", knowing that the owner will abandon it, but still desperate to find, but it is all in vain, they can only be on the streets, become a true wild cat. However, one day it followed a hostess up the stairs together, but the hostess did not want it, and let it leave, heartlessly put the door on the kitten with a heartbreaking "meow" sound aroused the sympathy of the little master. So he opened the door again, fed it water, and played with it in the hallway, it no longer felt lonely, it was lively and cheerful, rubbing against the feet of the little master, in order to show friendship. The little owner only loved it more because of this affectionate gesture, and felt very close to it, but this little owner, she did not have the right to adopt. At that moment, the male owner of the house spoke up and refused to adopt it for the simple reason that it was infected with a lot of bacteria and could not be cured. The little owner's heart sank, and this little owner is me.
I really can't understand why people are so cruel, small animals are also a small creature, which want to raise the raise want to lose ah! They could have been very happy playing with their mother, but humans deprived the mother of the right to raise the cat, and then threw it away, so it became a vicious circle.
Humans are so selfish, abandoning animals for survival for reasons that defy comprehension. However, if you think about it, what would you do if you were treated the same way as the animals? This is not fair to the animals, they need to be free, they need to go to the bosom of nature, but you are not allowed. They want to go back to their own cozy home, but you refuse to let them out; they want to be taken care of by you, but you ignore them and are busy with your own business. You are also too selfish
5, a Jewish girl and the wolf of an incomprehensible relationship In World War II, a young 8-year-old Jewish girl in order to avoid the claws of the Nazis, uprooted from their homes, fled alone into the mountains, and accidentally and the wolf formed an incomprehensible relationship. Misha Difensekar is 70 years old, and from the outside she looks no different from the average person. But she insists it's only superficial. "I could never be like any other human being. I am a mistake made by nature. I put on makeup before I go out like everyone else, I do the same things as everyone else, but inside I'm an animal." The animal she was referring to, of course, was a wolf. Misha's mother was a Russian Jew with dark eyes and dark, long hair. Misha's father was a German Jew with brown hair and blue eyes. When the Nazis first began to kill Jews, Misha's parents fled from Germany to Belgium. Later Belgium was also occupied by the Nazi army and Misha's family had to live in hiding. Misha's mother was always afraid to go out because of her distinctly Jewish features. Misha occasionally went out with her father, and she sometimes had to go to school. For Misha's safety, her parents made careful plans in advance. They told Misha that if they were caught by the Nazis, a woman would pick her up from school and take her to safety. Hiding from the Nazis and Befriending the Wolves One day in 1941, misfortune struck. Instead of Misha's father picking her up from school as he always did, a strange woman came and took Misha to a stranger's house on the outskirts of Brussels. Since then, Misha has never seen her parents again. By chance, Misha overheard the family who had adopted her quietly discussing whether or not to hand Misha over to Nazi soldiers. Terrified, Misha decides to run away and search for her birth parents. She stole some bread and a few apples from her adoptive family's home and wore a compass on her person. According to her foster parents, her birth parents had gone to Eastern Europe, so Misha decided to head east. Along the way, Misha tried to avoid human contact and ate whatever she could find and steal. People ate anything when they were hungry, carrion, bugs, even mud. This is done simply to fill the stomach with something." She slept in barns, tree holes, caves, or simply in the open air, and she says that a few times she actually fell asleep curled up in the carcass of a slaughtered horse. It was within Poland that Misha had her first encounter with a wolf. The day she stole some food from a farmhouse, a man chased her out and threw rocks at her. Misha ran desperately and hid in the woods. She was hurt and screamed in pain, and the screams seemed like wolf howls. Suddenly, Misha realized something was watching her. She thought it was a dog at first and threw it a piece of meat, but it wouldn't come closer. Its barking made Misha realize that it was not a dog, but a wolf. Misha gradually got to know the wolf well and they became inseparable friends. The she-wolf was very kind to Misha and gave her all the prey she caught. Misha called her Mama Rita. Misha was very happy in those days. When Mama Rita came back from hunting, she would share her trophies with Misha, such as rabbits and other game. When she was full, Misha would snuggle up next to Mama Rita and go to sleep with a smile on her face. It was as if Misha had found a mom again, and to Misha, Mama Rita was the whole world. Later, Mama Rita had a male wolf as a companion. The male wolf was at first very unkind to Misha, and he tried to attack her several times, but Mama Rita stopped him. After learning the wolf's temperament, Misha learned to be a good girl. Whenever the male wolf was aggressive, Misha showed her submission by lying down on the ground, curling up her limbs and exposing her throat, and the male wolf gave up. Misha lived with these two wolves for some time. As for exactly how long, Misha said she was too young to have a concept of time. Later, the two wolves were killed by hunters, and Misha was very sad about it. She left the woods and continued her journey alone. A few weeks later, Misha met a pack of wolves. It was a big family, with a father wolf, a mother wolf, and a few cubs. Misha joined them. When the father and mother went out to catch prey, Misha stayed behind to take care of the cubs and babysit. When they came back, Misha imitated the wolf cubs, squatted down on all fours and licked the mother's nose for food. At first, the mother wolf stepped back and refused to feed Misha. But Misha kept making soft cries and begging, and the mother wolf slowly approached, which made her spit out the food to Misha. Gradually, the mama wolf began to treat Misha as she would her own cubs, and Misha became part of this special family. However, the good times didn't last long, the pack disbanded and Misha went back to living on her own. She traveled east to the Ukraine and also stole trains to Croatia and Italy. It took more than four years before and after. Returning to humans after the war Protecting animals At the end of World War II in 1945, Misha returned to Belgium. She told people about her experiences, but they didn't believe her. Misha's story was too bizarre for people to believe that a child could endure such an ordeal. So Misha chose to remain silent, and she kept the past deep in her heart. In Belgium, two teachers took Misha in and sent her to college. Misha underwent four surgeries on her toes, as they had previously grown together and could grip the ground y, just like an ape. Misha tried many jobs, she was sent to a women's convent but she escaped. Later she stayed with a transportation company as a stewardess. More than half a century later, Misha and her husband Maurice now live in a small village on the East Coast of the United States. They immigrated to the United States from the Netherlands in 1985. They own a white bungalow with a rustic appearance. Her home is easy to find and is known far and wide as an animal shelter. There was an elephant statue standing on the front steps, a bear statue in the bushes, 23 cats and 2 dogs in the house, and birdseed hanging from the branches of every tree in the yard. The two dogs chase each other around the yard and roll around with abandon. There was a sign on the fence that said, "Beware of dogs in the yard." Misha walked into the kitchen and saw a big fat cat laying in the sink and another that had found a place to rest on a cupboard. That's when her dog came running in, jumped up on the table, and snagged a slice of Italian sausage. "No way. Honey, no." Misha said in a compassionate tone, scratching the dog's ears as she spoke. Misha said she was never this patient with people, but she had an inexhaustible amount of patience with animals. What she witnessed during World War II made her angry at humans. Misha says the saddest thing she saw during the escape were some of the children. They were unloaded from the train, lined up, and shot one by one. These children didn't say a word or shout before they died. After each shot a child fell into a large pit. One little girl died with her rag doll in her hand. From that moment on, Misha said to herself, "My relationship with humanity is over, forever." The soldiers who killed were probably fathers and had wives and children of their own, so how could they do something so cruel? Misha didn't understand. In comparison, Misha felt that wolves were much better than humans; at least they were able to accept her. For years, Misha had been wary of humans. She carried a knife with her, and there were knives in every room of the house. There was a scimitar at the front door, a Japanese sword in the living room, and daggers on the bed. Misha also has a dangerous habit. She would bite people, even her husband, when she couldn't get her emotions out or when she was frustrated. Misha says she once bit Maurice so hard that he bled profusely and could barely breathe. Morris said that when he and Misha first met 30 years ago, Misha was particularly prone to temper tantrums, and anything could have been the trigger for her biting, but fortunately Morris had a good temper, and he tolerated Misha's excesses. Misha said she didn't want to get angry, but once provoked, she would lose control and become extremely dangerous. She often warned herself: no biting, no. In 1997, Misha wrote a book about the experience, titled "It Was the Wolf Who Saved Me.
6. There is a desert region where water is particularly scarce. According to reports, each person per day only rely on the garrison from far away to transport 3 pounds of water ration. 3 pounds of water, not only drinking, panning, washing vegetables ...... last but also to feed the livestock.
Livestock lack of water can not, thirsty ah! Finally, one day, an old cow has always been considered naive and loyal to the people thirsty, breaking free from the reins, forced into the desert a water truck must pass through the highway. The old cow with amazing recognition, waiting for half a day, waiting for the military vehicles carrying water. The old ox quickly up, water soldiers have encountered livestock blocking the road to ask for water, but those animals are not as stubborn as the old ox. Troops have regulations, water trucks in the middle of the road can not appear "running leakage", not to give water. These rules, seemingly ruthless, but in fact, this is a last resort, every drop of water is a person's "rations" ah. In the desert, people and cattle so consumed, lasted half a day, and finally even caused a traffic jam. Drivers behind began to curse, some anxious drivers with gasoline to light a fire to try to drive away the old cow. But the old cow didn't move, Tarzan-like, not relaxing. Until the cow's owner sought it out.
The cow's owner was so guilty, manipulated the long whip and hit hard on the thin old cow, the old cow was beaten all over the body of the veins, but still did not move, and finally along the whip marks leaching out of the blood stained red whip, stained red cow, stained red yellow sand, stained red sunset. The old cow's miserable mooing, and the desert cold wind, seems so sad. The water warrior cried, waiting for the driver also cried. Finally, the water-carrying warrior said, "Let me violate the team rules for once; I am willing to accept the punishment." He took out the water basin he had with him and put about 3 pounds of water from the water truck in front of the old cow.
The old ox did not drink the water he got in front of him by fighting for his life, and facing the setting sun, he looked up to the sky and seemed to be calling out. In the evening sun, not far behind the sand pile ran a calf, the wounded old cow watched the calf greedily drink water, stick out his tongue and lick the eyes of his son, the child also licked his mother's eyes, the people in the silence saw the tears in the eyes of the mother and child. The sky lit up the last trace of light, mother and child did not wait for the master to yell, in the people's silence, set foot on the road home.
One night at the end of the 20th century, when I saw this touching scene from Hunan TV, I remembered the poverty of my family at the beginning of the reform and opening up more than 20 years ago, and remembered my suffering mother who has been laboring so far, and I, like many viewers in front of the TV set, left hot tears.
Humans have always thought that animals do not cry, but this buffalo is crying
7, Bing Xin old man once said: "The true meaning of beauty should be harmony. This harmony is embodied in people, it creates the beauty of people; manifested in things, it creates the beauty of things; melted in the environment, it creates the beauty of the environment." From these words, I feel the beauty of harmony. However, "harmony" seems to be an easy word to understand, but to really do people and people, people and animals ...... live together in harmony, but it is more difficult than ever. Once, I read two stories, y felt the true meaning of harmony. One story is this: a group of monkeys sneaked into a farmer's house to steal peanuts, and was seen by the farmer. The farmer picked up a stone and threw it at the monkeys, hitting one of them in the leg. The monkey and the monkeys ran back to the mountain and told their "king" what had happened. So, they came to the farmer's house, just that day the farmer went out, the monkeys in order to avenge the "revenge of a stone" on his family's chickens, plucked all the hair, the poor chickens, then became the master of the scapegoat. Another story is like this: a traveler, in the endless desert, saw a white wolf who was so hungry that his life was in danger. The traveler gave the white wolf all the food he could carry, and the wolf was finally saved. One day, the traveler was surrounded by a pack of wolves who were ready to eat him. The traveler knew: "He was a man with no hands. So he closed his eyes and waited for the wolves to open their bloody mouths and eat him. But after waiting for a long time he did not see the wolf come to eat him. He felt very strange, so he opened his eyes, only to find that the last time he saved the white wolf around ...... traveler out of the tiger's mouth, suddenly big things, as long as we are a little bit better to the animals, they also know to repay. These two stories tell us: all things between man and nature, we must be friendly and harmonious to avoid a variety of tragedies.
8. Once upon a time, my grandmother bought me a kitten, which I saw as soon as I walked in the door and thought: "That's good, I can have a friend to do it again. Every day after school I took him in the yard to play around, and sometimes also let students to play here, let it happy, it every time and others to play on the ground running around, as if in the tease us my playful girls like a few fish in the live, don't know the death of that. The cat is very ambitious and will play most of the day before going to sleep. It is only willing to sleep with me alone, sometimes put it into the nest since a few, it will also quietly run to my nest, it has been with me since childhood. One day at noon, I came back from school, for grandma kitten? He did not say a word I looked for nothing to see, asked mom, where is the kitten? He said: "was Grandma lost, I cried a lot. They finally afraid of me, and in the vegetable market to bring me a small black cat, it is not like a former one, it is particularly naughty, and do not follow me, but also run around, always only sleep since a few nests it also refused to catch mice, we all hate it. I saw a cat on my way home every time, very much like the one I used to have, and I would turn my head to look at it from time to time. Because that cat was taken to the countryside, never to return, so I every time a very one reluctant to give up, until one day I found a cat in the yard and it is exactly the same, I clapped my hands, it is non-fast run to a jump, to my arms, the mood who can understand, I can not bear to see it like that, eager to run home, give it a bath, it also kept licking my face, we have become a big meat pie, face are We both became big meat pies, our faces were all red and we were very happy! In our laughter day by day, time by day, we are welcome to face every day, are happy to leave!
9, a sunny morning, a mother duck led a group of naive ducklings in the streets of Vancouver strolling, roadside cars have stopped to make way for the ducklings, the whole street is full of peace. The whole street was filled with peace. A few ducklings, who had never seen the world before, were looking around and accidentally fell into the sewer. At this critical moment, the mother duck was calm and composed, let the ducklings first implement self-help. But because the current is too fast, the ducklings can only flap their wings and swim vigorously, which is not effective at all. Seeing this situation, the mother duck first let the next few ducklings think of a way, they will be to the side of the road is reading the newspaper to the police patrol for help, the police at first just see the ducklings quacking, thinking that he was playing, so did not pay too much attention to continue to concentrate on reading the newspaper. Suddenly, the mother of the duck panicked, they went to bite his shoes, they used their wings to fan to the accident site, the patrolman saw it panicked, as if they also realized what had happened, they followed it, to the accident site. Duck's mother will be brought to the police next to the sewer, the police look down, found a few ducklings in the sewer quacking, the police will be under the tree to find a large leaf, stretching to the ducklings in front. When the duckling saw that something was holding it back, it swam around and continued quacking. But the mother duck and a few ducklings next to her were quacking away at the duckling in the sewer. As if it had come to its senses, the duckling swam up to the large leaf, and the few remaining ducklings followed its example and swam up to the patrolman to salvage them. Finally, the ducklings were rescued. From: the compositions of the mother duck and the ducklings to the patrolman grateful, they in order to show their gratitude to the patrolman, while quacking while making a salute gesture, the patrolman see them very funny, also returned a salute, and watched them waddle on the road. What a touching scene! Let me feel how harmonious and beautiful people and animals are! And the fact that this mother duck treats humans as her friends and helps them when they need it shows that she is a motherly and intelligent mother duck.
10,
Summer, the heat, home from the library, I constantly trying to get rid of the heat, just as I grimaced and screamed "hot! It's hot!" The time, the green lawn sprang up a snow white, immediately brightened my eyes, is the cat! A white coat, proudly held his head toward me, "meow", a few thin whiskers slightly upward, a pair of snowy eyes, reflecting the light. Its appearance made me feel a touch of coolness, what a beautiful cat! It didn't seem to have an owner; I bent down to tease it, and it jumped sensitively to the side, its large eyes full of hostility. At this moment, I noticed that it was too thin! It must be a stray cat that has been starving for a long time, I took out my pocket sausage and threw it to it, it pounced on it as if it saw prey, and ate it in three mouthfuls, I tried to stroke its gorgeous fur, it didn't hide. That's how we got to know each other. I called him "White Duke", thinking that such a proud creature should be called a duke. Every day for a few days after that, I would devour my food, then run to the kitchen to find some leftovers, drop a "I'm going to play" to my dad, and go look for the white duke. And off I'd go to find that white duke. It is easy to find, just behind the lawn under a ginkgo tree, or on the marble countertop of the plaza, in sometimes on the path, left and right walk, see me still seems to be cautious, but also seems to be very grateful to me for the meal, it licked his mouth after eating, squinted his eyes to look at me for a few times, I'm happy, I understand that it is to tell me that the meal is good, thank you ah! Heh, no problem. Gradually, we got to know each other well, and I spent the entire wild summer with Duke. Developed a strong affection, I brought it food all day long, and it always stood obediently and proudly under the ginkgo tree and waited for me. Sometimes, I did something wrong and was in a bad mood, and came to it with tears in my eyes. It seemed to understand my sadness, put away the arrogance of a duke, and dutifully burrowed into my arms, gently rubbing and meowing. I wondered why it was so clean all the time, a stray cat tidying itself up so neatly every day, it really deserved to be a duke! It was already the fall equinox, the maple leaves turned red, the sky became lighter, my grade became higher, and my study tasks became more demanding, so I didn't have much time to spend with my dear Duke. Sometimes after school, I saw a ball of snow white still quiet, proudly standing in the ginkgo leaves waiting for me, see me, happy to rush over, and then in the side of my legs kissing rubbing, I leaned down, patted it and said: "I have to go to do homework, can not play with you!" It rubbed against me like a pet, and I had to pet it before I went home. One day when I came back from school, my Duke was being pulled by a large group of small children pulling his tail and whiskers, he was screaming helplessly, and when he saw me he meowed loudly as if he had seen a savior, I ran over to chase away the children and then looked at my Duke with pity. He had lost so much weight again without my care, and he lay obediently at my feet. I stroked it heartily, I was going to take care of it because I loved it. But I still couldn't, and it died. Died in the cold wind, died peacefully among the ginkgo leaves, no sound, no breath. I think we must have loved each other very much, and this love is not like any other love, it is the love between man and animal. I am sad, dear Duke, why don't you rub yourself at my feet? How is it that under the ginkgo tree or on the marble slab you are no longer high and proud? Duke, between us, there is a deep and different love, even if you have passed away, but this different love, never die, right?