Xiaobaimao
I like small animals, dogs, kittens and so on. They are really cute, but my family never feeds them. I always fantasize that there are real puppies and kittens that don't eat or carry infectious diseases home.
What a "Ye Gong Long Hao".
One day at noon, three of us were playing in the yard. It suddenly occurred to me that feeding small animals can cultivate children's kind humanity. I hope a kitten will come to our yard at this moment. Because recently, I found that my neighbor's little white cat would quietly walk up and down the wall from time to time, covering her ears with knives and peeping into our yard quietly.
Strange to say, the little white cat seems to have guessed my heart and appeared on the wall at the right time. The little white cat is not yet an adult, its slender body is wrapped in white leather, its tail is propped up, its ears are upright, and its beautiful big eyes are shining like topaz. It looked at us warily and curiously. The white hair illuminated by sunlight was clear and bright, like a beautiful and noble Snow White.
Son, sophomore, put your index finger to your mouth and wink at me.
"Meow", in order to lure it into our yard, my son and I learned to meow friendly.
The little white cat looked at us carefully and ignored us.
"Meow-woo", we try our best to make our voice as soft as a cat meowing.
"Meow", the little white cat answered us!
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After some tossing, the little white cat seemed to understand our kindness and came to our yard in three steps along the grapevine with the thickness of the cup mouth.
The little white cat is thin and looks malnourished. We carefully fed it fat, and it wolfed down. We talked to it cordially, and it answered us in a friendly and grateful voice. Finally, communication is easier than interacting with people.
Let it play in the yard. We all went into the house.
Soon, suddenly, I heard something ringing in the yard. We were all happy when we ran out. The little white cat was caught in an opaque milk bag because it didn't lick clean fresh milk. It is neither too big nor too small. It just puts its eyes, nose and mouth in the bag, leaving only a pair of ears standing in horror. The little white cat cocked its tail, bowed its waist, and shook its head while retreating, but it couldn't shake off the bag. There must be a suddenly dark and closed world in front of us. It can only go backwards.
The little white cat just wandered around the yard. We are really interesting and worried about the little white cat.
What a greedy cat! Who told him to steal his mouth?
The son couldn't stand it any longer, so he stepped forward gently and took off his schoolbag for it. The little white cat glanced at her son with fear and gratitude, hurried across the green lawn, slipped to the wall, washed her face, drooped her ears lifelessly and stood still.
Naughtily, I picked up an empty milk powder bag, filled it with broth and rice, placed it horizontally on the ground and opened the mouth of the bag wide. The little white cat timidly walked into the bag and smelled it. She "meowed" a few times and reluctantly walked away. After a while, it came to see it again, blinked, looked up at us, looked at the bamboo forest, cocked its head and thought about it, and ran away. In a short time, it ran into the bag again, opened its red ears, listened to the instructions from a distance (in fact, it was just the sound of fallen leaves hitting a rose), listened for a while, and slowly walked away. ...
When the little white cat didn't walk in our yard, it tossed back and forth and barked from time to time to suppress its desire.
After a long time, the little white cat never put her head into the bag to eat its mouth-watering food, even though the milk powder bag was much bigger than the fresh milk bag and the color was different.
Doesn't it want to eat? The son stepped forward and poured the rice in the milk powder bag on the concrete floor.
After a while, the little white cat came slowly, hesitated, suddenly lowered its head, greedily ate the poured rice, and licked the concrete floor with its tongue.
My son and I realized something at the same time and smiled at each other. We are all touched by the little white cat's ability to control desire.
The little white cat is too smart to make the same mistake. Associated with advanced animals-people, they are often driven by desire, making the same mistakes over and over again, and some even destroy themselves. Those scum of human nature, such as unreasonable, excessive, sinful desire, ignorance, selfishness and cruelty.
Everyone makes mistakes, and it is only because of their different attitudes and behaviors that people are clearly distinguished. Perhaps this is the secret why great men are great and why unsuccessful people fail. Therefore, the sentence "Why don't you have a long memory" has become something that others and themselves often tell themselves. People are bound to make mistakes, and we are not afraid of them. Goethe said, "People's mistakes are what makes them really cute." Just like this little white cat, it's really cute when she makes a mistake today. But we should try not to make the same mistakes as the little white cat, and of course we should make as few mistakes as possible. Life is a great adventure, and many opportunities are in your first attempt. Only by trying-failure or success-a new attempt ... can we give full play to the potential of life, broaden our personal space, mobilize and exercise various functions of the human body and spirit, and thus fully enjoy the fun of life.
This little white cat stayed in our yard for a whole half day, clinging to our figure eagerly and unwilling to leave. When the autumn wind roared in the evening, the little white cat quickly disappeared into the afterglow of the wall like a white lightning.
As human beings with developed brains, should we learn something from this lovely little white cat?
Poetry:
My cat
My cat, this pocket tiger.
A wizard driven by a spell
Often suddenly appear on my kang.
It acted quickly and easily took the life of a mouse.
It came closer and looked at me.
Let me feel a chill in my heart.
It also curled up at my feet, seemingly gentle.
Soft and beautiful fur
Let me think.
My cat is running around in my heart.
It has a sad face.
Blue heart
Deep mode
Rude behavior
Dark thoughts
It lingers on the edge of my dream, silently.
When I first woke up, tell me.
All the echoes when the snow mountain collapses.
But I don't know when.
Walk into my heart
When will you leave my heart again?
In my dark body, my cat
Maybe it can replace the desk lamp.
Then put on a book and a nostalgic heart.
I don't need to see its specific coat color.
Its plum-blossom footsteps and the darkness around it
Into my blood.
Tonight, my cat suddenly came out of me again.
Come out. It lies in my arms.
Narrow emerald's eyes
I spent my whole life with a clear conscience.
cat
Only I know.
Happiness in the dark is a cat.
A wounded cat.
Hide in the bushes
Chew wood
Or gravel and soil
Chew tears and happiness.
It belongs to night.
Belongs to the cat in the dark.
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