01.
Since my son was a child, he couldn't stop thinking about getting a puppy, but he never got around to it. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a conversation with a man who had a dog and a snake. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
In fact, I also like dogs, every time I go out to see the naive Bichon Frise, rash "two goods" Husky, as well as the understanding of the small Teddy, are very happy. However, the childhood dog experience and from time to time to see the post of the search for the dog, or firmly do not have the idea of the dog.
The dog is smart, but also a friend of mankind, when you raise a few years after the puppy, lost or dead, the mood will be like the loss of loved ones in general let a person grieving hard to endure.
The best way to not want to lose is not to have. This may be a hopeless choice for the emotionally fragile.
Although I didn't meet my son's wish to raise a dog, other small animals have not been raised, counting, these years, the most raised is a small turtle, goldfish, chickens, tadpoles and other small animals.
02.
When my son was one or two years old, I often took him to the park to play. There was a forest in the park, and it was my son's favorite place to go. The woods were full of birdcages every morning and evening, and a lightweight bird jumped around happily in the cage, emitting a variety of pleasant chirps. My son was always happy to spend half a day with the birds with his little face and hands open.
Occasionally, if you encounter a talking "pugilist", your son can't even pull away from the bird, and keep talking to the bird, until the bird is bored to death, not talking and not chirping, holding his head high, a picture of unwillingness to take care of the appearance of the bird, only to be willing to give up.
One day, our sisters were chatting in the living room, and my two-year-old son ran over to me and said, "Mom, I want to raise a bird, and raise a bird that can talk." The whole room laughed, and his brother-in-law teased him, "Yes, let your mom buy you another birdcage, and you'll carry it around every day."
"Good! I'm going to buy a birdcage!
Looking at my son's expectant eyes, how did my mind appear to be a hundred years ago, the children of the Eight Banners?
03.
A young child's memory is very short, and after a few moments of confusion, his son has forgotten all about the bird. But, in its place, he grew to love being close to all the animals he could see.
Every time I took him out, I was afraid that the cats and dogs would hurt him, and I always tried to pull him tight. He doesn't care, he always tries to get out of his little hands. The cat is a cat; the dog is a dog; the chickens and ducks are even rushing over, fell down and did not cry, he climbed up and continued to run happily.
Once in the park to play, look at the son squatting on the side of the road is very focused on what to play, and approached a look, oh my God! He was clutching a two-inch, small finger thick green caterpillar, the upper part of the worm is trying to wriggle.
I was so shocked that I was ready to rush over and tell my son to throw it away. An old man passing by quickly stopped and whispered "Don't scream, it will scare the child, in the eyes of the child, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Yes, the child's world is pure, the child's eyes only to the unknown exploration and endless fun.
04.
In the spring, there are always a lot of chickens for sale in the streets, and the big flat baskets are crowded with tender yellow, furry chickens that are chirping and screaming to avoid the children's hands.
My son was squatting in front of the basket and wouldn't leave until I bought him a chicken. At four years old, he already has his own ideas and ideas. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
After buying the chicks, I went to the market and bought a big chicken coop. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to have to do it. A moment to feed the chickens; a moment to feed water to the chickens; a moment to touch this; a moment and then murmured to the chickens, like a hard little gardener.
Spring is still cold at first sight, and the weather is slightly chilly after a night of spring rain. After lunch to feed the chickens, see a chick drooping head, two thin legs skimmed into a figure of eight, dying lying in the cage. I exclaimed to my son, "Baby, come quickly, this chick is dying! What should I do?" My son, who was playing cards with his grandpa, suddenly ran over, lay down on the side of the cage and took a look, then turned around and walked away, saying in disbelief, "The chick is doing the splits!" The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The weather is hot, and the two chicks that survived already have more than a pound, so the placement of the chicks is a problem. Put indoors, the whole house stinks. If you put them on the balcony, the odor of chicken manure will also sneak into the house with the wind and permeate the air.
The son was persuaded to send the chickens to the countryside. Later, I heard that the two chickens were taken away by a weasel, and my son gave me a blank stare when he thought about it.
05.
After experiencing the strong smell of chicken manure, my son no longer mentioned raising chickens, and proposed to raise small turtles. This is good, clean and does not take up much space.
On the weekend, I took him to the flower and bird market and bought a palm-sized turtle. The little turtle is very funny, when there is no one, it will crawl around slowly in the basin. When it saw someone, it would quickly shrink its head into its shell and wouldn't come out no matter what you did. If you turn it over, it will shrink all four feet into the shell, and hold it in your hand like a small stone with no edges.
After more than two years of keeping the turtle, I suddenly realized that it had disappeared one day. My son searched all over the house and balcony, but could not find it, and we all thought that the turtle had successfully absconded.
One day, my son dumped his toy basket in the living room, and accidentally found the missing turtle in the toy pile. I was surprised to find my son back from the dead, and I was even more surprised to find out how the little turtle had survived the half year.
During the summer vacation, I had to take my son to Xiamen. The son is most assured of the tortoise, and kept saying to the grandfather, must not forget to come to the tortoise to change the water, feeding, grandpa promised.
Half a month later, I came home and saw that the turtle had become a specimen in an exquisite basin with a lid, and my grandfather had forgotten about it! The grandfather had forgotten! I regretted that I had better let the little turtle escape and never find it.
We always treat others according to what we think is good, and the result is often counterproductive.
06.
I have raised so many kinds of small animals, and the one I have raised the most is goldfish. I love keeping fish. The house will be because of a tank of water, several goldfish and dynamic, no longer cold steel and concrete.
At first, the fish, the favorite kind of red trailing a big tail of goldfish. Look at them in the water cruising, like a cicada feather general tail in the water slightly swaying, like the bride's wedding dress as beautiful and elegant. The more beautiful things the more difficult to serve, big tail goldfish is too difficult to raise.
Later, I have been raising koi that are easy to survive. I like the golden and reddish koi, and I like the red and white koi. Often move a bench to sit in front of the fish tank to see the fish swimming around freely; see them spit out a series of bubbles; see two fish chasing and playing. Or sprinkle some fish food and watch them tumble up and down to fight for food.
Fish watching can relieve stress and make people feel especially relaxed and happy. If the fish tank and then some lotus leaves, view "fish play lotus leaves, fish play lotus leaves east, fish play lotus leaves west, fish play lotus leaves south, fish play lotus leaves north." That scene is even more wonderful.
Now, I often say to my son, when he went to college, I will go back to my hometown in the countryside, planting flowers and vegetables, raising chickens and ducks. At that time I will raise two puppies, a good understanding, a watchdog; I will build a big fish pond in the yard, raise a pool of lotus flowers and a pool of goldfish. I'd like to think about it!