As the sun sets in the west, the sunset glows softly on the land of Hoh Xil. The quiet and barren land seems to have a little more vitality.
I stood in the cold wind, with the shadow stretched far and wide. Under my feet were my husband and daughter who had just died. They had been ravaged beyond recognition. All around were the corpses of my tribe, their skins stripped off. The air was filled with the smell of blood, and blood flowed into rivers on the ground, which looked even more tragic under the setting sun.
I, the only survivor of this massacre, became the last Tibetan antelope in Hoh Xil.
Just a few years ago, we Tibetan antelopes were a race of 200,000. At that time, several of our tribes were galloping together on the uninhabited grasslands. The sun was gloomy and the sky was full of loess. The scenery is extremely spectacular! During the childbirth season, as wives, we have to say goodbye to our husbands and head to the north in groups. When thousands of Tibetan antelope calves were born at the same time, the whole earth was filled with blood! When we returned to the south with our children, our tribe was full of vitality and hope. I was extremely proud to be a Tibetan antelope. We lived in the remote Hoh Xil, where the climate was harsh and the land was barren, but we had amazing endurance. Any place with lush water and grass has no attraction for us. We often lie leisurely in the snow or play in the fierce hail. We were the only ones in Hoh Xil at that time, and we were undoubtedly in paradise. How beautiful that dream-like world once was...
However, a gunshot penetrated the dawn in Hoh Xil, and my dream was shattered! When jeeps were running on the plateau, Countless of my companions wanted to compete with him. Chasing was a game we often played. However, this time we only guessed the beginning correctly, but we couldn’t guess the ending. The muzzles of black holes were quietly coming. lift.
From that moment on, the massacre of my race began, and the quiet Hoh Xil was destroyed by gunfire. I clearly remember that that summer, in the north where we gave birth, humans had already prepared shotguns, turning the holy place where we gave birth into a bloody slaughterhouse. There were hundreds of corpses of my companions. Kneeling on the ground, their skins were all stripped off, and some were even stripped off alive.
I began to regret that I was a Tibetan antelope. In fact, we are not beautiful. We just have a body of fur that is worth a lot of money. How many brothers and sisters were brutally killed, and all the bodies were skinned! The pink flesh is dripping with blood! Now Hoh Xil is no longer a beautiful girl, but a terrifying cemetery. Hundreds of thousands of Tibetan antelopes sleep here...
In order to survive, we, the only tribe that survived several massacres, began to migrate, and thousands of Tibetan antelopes marched toward the north. On the way, I fell off the team due to physical discomfort and fell behind to rest. But at this moment, at this moment, I heard intensive gunfire in the distance, and I closed my eyes in despair...
I leaned down and licked my husband, and his eyes were still so big and bright; they were just full of fear; I went to kiss my little daughter again, and there was only surprise and curiosity in her eyes; my daughter! You are still too young, and your mother knows that you will not understand what happened until your death. In fact, my mother doesn’t understand either, why? Why do humans feel grief-stricken when their own relatives die, but can calmly kill other people's relatives? Didn't they hesitate at all when they fired? Didn't they show any mercy when they did it? What will happen to them when their loved ones are brutally murdered and they are unable to fight back?
At this time, a sound sounded behind me. I turned around slowly and saw the black muzzle of the gun in front of me. Under the tragic sunset, among the corpses of my companions, I actually showed a trace of sadness. Smile, ignorant human beings! How long will you continue to be ignorant? When you destroy us, you are actually destroying yourselves! You are trampling on our corpses today, but one day your corpses will be trampled by you.
Just shoot, shoot! Your only contribution is to add another entry to the list of extinct animals and advance your own extinction date by one day.
The gun rang out, and I fell to the ground with my eyes wide open, a smile still hanging on my lips, but a muddy teardrop shed from the corner of my eye.
The stars tonight are so beautiful. Looking at them, I seem to see my husband and daughter again, as well as the Hoh Xil in my dream, where tens of thousands of Tibetan antelopes are galloping on the grassland. Flying, the sun shines on their fur, glowing with golden light! ! !