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After the Year of the Ox, the cattle are nagging
The first impressive cow was the large yellow calf that was assigned to the household after the package was born, not only was it a little older, but it had a big belly, a big horn and a bigger temper. Whether it's eating grass, drinking water, pulling a cart, dragging a plow... It is always unhurried and unhurried, steady, like a very clock.
But I rang its death knell.
The day he left, I fed it hay at home. When the adults came home to find the cattle dead, a neighbor who had been in charge of the cattle for many years in the production team made a convincing assertion that the cattle had been propped up. On the afternoon when my family took turns asking me what I had let the cow eat, my innocent eyes, except for the tears swirling, were deeply mired in a whirlpool of grievances. Decades have passed, and I haven't eaten a single bite of beef. Although I am weak and may have a tonic effect on eating some beef, I don't have any heart. To this day, in the face of the beef on the banquet, there will still be moist and sour things brewing under my eyes. Maybe a friend will call me a pretentious person! But that hurdle in my heart never wanted to pass! After all, the only big production tool in the family at that time was gone during the time I took care of, even if no one complained about me who was less than 7 years old, I could not forgive myself for the rest of my life! Today, when I think of the old cow lying motionless in the bull pen with its round eyes and the wet tear marks in the corners of its eyes, I still have fear! That was the first time I faced death, and the feeling of trembling was like the moment I was sealed in the coffin after my mother was buried many years later, gone, never goodbye!
In the years that followed, there were no cattle in the house. It wasn't until my second year of junior high school that my family bought a heifer, which we nicknamed "Diandian." I once recorded the gospel it brought to our family in my study book "Diandian".
"Diandian is very capable, when ploughing the hard stubble, it is very pleasant to cooperate with any cow in other people's families, it is strong and endurance, many villagers take the initiative to find my family when the farmer is busy, because Diandian, in the years before the land is leveled into machine ploughing, the father no longer has to carry a good cigarette in front of the door of the people's door, and even watch the people's cattle have to laugh with them." When the mother looked at the dots, she often closed her mouth happily, and with the help of the dots, the crops in the field seemed to know how to add icing on the cake, and harvested stubble after stubble. ”
However, there is a lot of helplessness in life, not only the pain of life and death between people. How many people who put everything into love and affection can not be moved when they are lost. In one of the years of great drought, the mountain village where I was located was severely cut off from water, and in order to give a little bit of advice, at least it was our psychological vitality, and it also left.
The mother's red eyes led the dot into the hands of the Henan people. According to the mother later, after the dot was brought to the car, it and the other cows were barking together, but it was the loudest and longest, and the mother almost ran to hide in the earthen kiln. In the days that followed, she often stood at the mouth of the village and looked in the direction of the distance, looking, looking..."
Since the beginning, our family has never had a cow again. Last autumn, the rain was heavy, and the cattle pen in the old yard completely collapsed. Even the large bluestone trough of nearly a thousand pounds of carved flowers was flickered from his father's hand by the clever mouth of the tourist tao. The only traces of cattle in the old house are a large plough, a pair of curved wood called "yoke" (called "enough in the local dialect") when the plough is pulled, a small knife, and a large porcelain basin for drinking water, and the rest have become memories.
Another year of the ox without cattle in the house is over. I feel a lot of emotions in my heart! Every year of the ox, people always say that the bull is soaring, the cow turns to the sky, the cow is lucky, the bull is swallowed, and the cow is blessed forever... But for most real cows, their fate does not seem to be so satisfactory. From the beginning of being able to smoothly fall the grass, except for a short period of freedom during the feeding of cows and babies, like a human childhood. When it is bigger, first it is put on the splint on the face and tied to the stake; then a little bigger, it is time to put on the nose ring made of pomegranate wood and the like; then it is longer, it is learned to pull the plough with the big cattle frame and the small reed; when it is adult, it will completely take a trip under the owner's leather whip, or fight for the life of pulling the cart on the steep slope, or ploughing back and forth in the field in the spring and autumn. Most bulls are forced to be "punished" in the "palace" at a very young age, only the life of work, a very small number of bulls with good eyebrows, pure coat color, and strong bodies are not punished, but they have no personal choice, and the owner gives it the brand of which cow, it has to do its best to show off, and its tonic is at most to eat two good meals; and the cows grow up and have to breed calves. In short, none of them live lightly.
Which of the old and young cows, one "male" and one female and two cows that my family has fed has received the blessing of "eternity"! As members of the Creation, they have come to the world, whether they have been "soaring" bulls, no matter what is waiting for them in the end, but they have really and duty to do a cow, so that those who are related to them can still remember, this is worth it!
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