Listen to a friend tell a tragic story he witnessed. A male dog in a shiny black satin coat left a flower dog that had just given birth to a puppy and went to a butcher's shop not far across the street to pick up some bones. Probably carried away by love and the crystallization of love, when it crossed the intersection from north to south, it didn't notice a minibus flying from west to east and was hit by a car with a bang. The car drove away almost without slowing down. Just after the bus left, the dog was in the waste smoke on the bus, and a kite rolled over and stood up and ran to the butcher shop. In the middle of the road that was knocked down, there was reddish blood slowly flowing out and solidified around, like a heart. There are a few black hairs floating in the blood.
The black dog ran into the shop quickly, picked up a thick meat bone with his mouth, turned and flew to his flower dog and puppy, and fed them with the food he picked up. This series of behaviors took only 10 minutes, when it transferred the found bones to the dog. No one would have thought that when he got up from the road and ran away, how could the "agile" black dog die in an instant?
A friend said that when the black dog handed the bone to the flower dog, he heard a comforting and stubborn whisper between them. Unlike their voices, their eyes are full of deep sadness, sadness and helplessness. Especially the black dog's eyes seem to be full of tears and nostalgia for life. He stubbornly looked at his lover and children without even turning his eyes. That kind of look, even a hard-hearted person will tremble.
I also know that not long ago, the Icelandic government rejected the original plan to allow whaling again because "there is no whaling gun that can quickly end the pain of whales."
Today, more and more exciting events arouse our interest, and cherishing life is the spirit of a scholar. However, if you read the tearful eyes of the black dog, the arched body of the eel, and hear the Icelandic government's decision to respect life humanely, your heart doesn't beat suddenly, and you extend the most sincere salute to life, then living is to lose its most essential happiness. Isn't it?
On such a gloomy and long afternoon, I repeatedly thought about these three fragments related to life. They are like dried radish strips hanging under the eaves, reminding you that life is so full, rich and shining. Cherishing life is like soaking dried radish in spring water. No matter what kind of soaking, people will see the process of life returning to its original state, the most intriguing process in the world, from a seed to an open flower.