I like to attend the dog's wedding in my spare time, and I don't have to compliment the bride's beauty with a hypocritical face. Although I don't like cigarettes, alcohol and sweets, I also avoid a lot of human etiquette! The male dog chased the female dog and enforced the law of life in broad daylight. They ignored people's eyes and made naked love in the street. Advanced animals wear the veil of civilization and say it's incredible. I also said insincere things. When I got home, I imitated the dog's movements and looked for the true meaning of love.
Chapter Two: The Economist's Dog
Humans don't know when to tame dogs, but they don't have the nature to tame dogs to eat shit. They are used to looking up at everything and learning to look at everything like people.
It always thinks that people will be as hungry as it is, get a piece of bread for charity, wag their tails and sing for the giver.
I can't tell when someone gets rich first, when someone gets rich, and when more dogs become pets of the poor and the rich. Sometimes, in some places, personality and dog's personality are mixed together.
More dog citizens are registered in the hukou, higher than human black households, so they also occupy the alley grassland in their own way, provoking the red light of urban health warning.
Neighbor's dogs always escape from their owners' sight, associate with hooligans and learn from greedy women's thighs and men's wallets.
Learn to call your master an old man when you get home. Anyway, it thinks the owner can't understand. Take a look at the tired ham and fall asleep with bitterness.
In his dream, he began to criticize those who could only afford bread. He wanted to lose his mind and took the opportunity to steal canned dog meat from the supermarket. The dog meat restaurant downstairs is as lively as ever, full of wine and colorful dishes.
Chapter III: Old Yellow Dog
After leaving my hometown for many years, my hometown has changed beyond recognition. I vaguely remember that a bunch of bamboo is growing with its soul. This bamboo is mottled and dripping.
I sat next to a small cypress tree, my eyes searching for my thoughts, and I was awakened by the rain in my hometown, but I still couldn't remember the eyes of the old yellow dog.
I came into this world when the old yellow dog was born, and I grew up with it. I always have a close and strange relationship with the old yellow dog. That time has passed, but my memory is still fresh.
It died inexplicably, and suddenly, I only remember a few tears rolling out of my eyes, motionless. I don't know why I think of it, but I have an unspeakable feeling of nostalgia or fear.
Chapter Four: Stray Dogs
I found you in the bustling city-a lonely stray dog, thin and lifeless, dragging along, although covered with scars, but unwilling to tell.
Do you feel sad not to be born in a rich family? Do you feel inferior for your poor variety? Do you resent the abandonment of others?
I asked; Will it? You seem to be thinking about how to answer, and you seem to disdain to answer.
You looked up and suddenly my heart felt a sharp pain. Why are your eyes so familiar and full of forgotten sadness?
Chapter Five: A Wild Dog
A piece of meat hanging under the eaves, dried by years, has become a custom handed down from generation to generation.
A wild dog wandered in the dark, and greedy saliva buried a bloody massacre, the smallness of a nation.
A child hid in the frightened window, and his sad eyes were full of loneliness and despair in the sky.
A ray of warm sunshine wandered through the screen window in the sleeping easy chair. There is a sweet woman lying on the couch, as quiet as water. This woman, my mother, is resting peacefully in the quiet of a nap, with a kind smile on her sleeping mouth.
The wind stopped, bacon swayed in the darkness behind, wild dogs lurked in the darkness, and their footsteps drifted away. The child fell to the ground in a panic, and the trembling cry sounded in the clamor of Xia Chan, and the mother had not woken up.