Chapter 51 bereaved goose

A goose stands in the back of his father's truck, staring intently at his own reflection on the bumper.Jianhua, it prettifies its feathers a few times, or chatters to its own reflection.I was amused by the scene in front of me.Four hours later, when I noticed that the goose was still standing there, I felt something was wrong, so I asked my father about the strange question. "Dad," I said, "that goose has been standing behind your car all day, do you know why?" "Oh, I know." The father replied without thinking, it was a gander.A year ago, its mate died, and it has been alone ever since.For a whole month, it looked for the goose everywhere every day.Then one day, as it passed the bumper behind my car, it saw its own reflection.I guess it must have thought it was the goose it saw.After that, it has to be with its partner every day.

In fact, this goose is not alone.There were a dozen more geese on my father's farm.However, this goose prefers to be with its mate.When my father's car was parked there, it hurried to where it was, then stared at the reflection on the bumper affectionately, and talked happily. I was moved by the loyal feelings of this goose.What a strong feeling it is, even after the partner is gone, it lingers unswervingly next to the likeness of the partner. "Father," I asked curiously, "why do you think it is missing the goose?" "It's natural," said my father, "everything in the world needs a companion. Life has meaning because it needs to think about others, because someone shares happiness and worries."

I believe that, like humans, many animals need soulmates and companions who share weal and woe, and are heartbroken to lose them. The gander regarded his reflection on the bumper as his dead partner, so life still has happiness and hope.But then things changed.Dad sold the truck for a car. "Dad," I asked him, "is that gander still professing love on the bumper of your new car?" "Oh," replied the father, "the new car has a fiberglass-coated bumper and it's not shiny, and it's lost its mate again. It's been a week since it was in power, and it's been searching all over the farm, miserable. The screams kept ringing. However, it was never found again."

So, is it trying to get along well with other geese?I asked. "No." Father said, his voice a little bitter. "It was too emotionally involved, too attached, and it passed a few days in mourning, and then it died." Yes, without a companion, life will come to an end. The Incarnation of "Evil" The female spider is bathing in the midsummer sunshine, concentrating on something under the red rose flowers. At this time, there was a sound of flapping wings in the air, and suddenly a bee landed on the rose flower as if it fell down.The spider looked up sharply.In the still daytime air, the lingering sound of the bee's wings was still trembling slightly.

The female spider crept out from under the rose flower at some point.At this time, the bee is covered with pollen, and inserts its mouth into the honey hidden in the flower core. A few brutally dull seconds passed. On the red rose petals, behind the bees almost intoxicated in the nectar, the body of the female spider is slowly revealed.At that moment the spider jumped on the bee's head.While flapping its wings desperately, the bee stings the enemy fiercely.Pollen is flying in the sun due to the bee's swat.However, the spider bites tightly and does not let go. The struggle is short lived.

Soon the bee's wings failed, and then its feet became paralyzed.The long mouth convulsively pierced the sky two or three times at last, and that was the end of the tragedy.It was the end of a cruel tragedy no different from human death—a moment later, under the red rose flower, the bee fell down with its beak outstretched.The wings and feet were covered with fragrant pollen... The female spider's body remained motionless, and she began to suck the bee's blood quietly. The shameless sunlight, through the rose flowers, shines on the body of this spider that has won the slaughter and plunder in the restored silence of the day.With a gray satiny belly, eyes like black glass, and hideous, stiff jointed feet that look like leprosy—the spider is almost the embodiment of "evil" lying creepily on the dead bee.

This extremely cruel tragedy has happened many times in the future.However, the red rose flowers are still in full bloom every day in the breathless sunshine and scorching heat. ... Not long after, in broad daylight, the spider suddenly thought of something and got into the gap between the leaves and flowers of the rose, and climbed up a branch.The flower buds on the branches are about to wither due to the scorching hot air on the ground. While the petals shrink in the scorching heat, they emit a tiny fragrance.After the female spider crawls out of here, it keeps going back and forth between the flower buds and flower branches.At this time, countless white and lustrous spider silks entangled the half-withered flower buds, and gradually entangled with the branches.

After a while, a spider sac that looked like a cone made of silk appeared here, dazzlingly white, reflecting the midsummer sun. After the spider has finished making the nest, it lays countless eggs in this gorgeous nest.Then we wove a thick silk cushion at the mouth of the pouch, sat on it by myself, and then stretched out a silk-like curtain like a ceiling.The curtain was exactly like a cupola, save for a window, which screened the fierce gray spiders from the daytime sky.However, the spider—a postpartum emaciated spider, lying in the middle of the white hall, the rose flowers, the sun, and the sound of the bees’ wings—seemed to have forgotten all of them, and was just concentrating on contemplating.

Weeks passed. At this time, in the spider sac nest, the new life sleeping in countless spider eggs woke up.The first thing to notice about this was the now old female spider who was fasting and lying still in the middle of the white hall.Sensing the new life writhing imperceptibly under the silk mat, the spider moved its limp feet slowly, biting open the top of the sac that separated the mother from the offspring.Countless little spiders kept running into the hall from here.Or rather, the silk mat has become a hundred tiny particles that are moving. The little spiders immediately went through the windows of the cupola, and rushed to the airy and light-transmitting red rose branches.Some of them are crowded on the leaves of the roses that are enduring the scorching heat, and some of them are curiously crawling into the layers of rose flowers that smell of honey, and some of them are already criss-crossing the roses and roses in the clear sky. Between the branches, filaments invisible to the naked eye began to stretch.If they could sing, on the red rose flowers in the daytime, they would surely sing like a violin hanging on a branch singing in the wind.

However, in front of the cupola window, the female spider, as thin as a shadow, squatted there lonely. Not only that, but after a long time, even the feet did not move.The loneliness of the white hall, the smell of withered rose buds, the female spider that gave birth to countless small spiders, under the veil-like ceiling that is both a delivery room and a cemetery, fulfilled her bounden duty as a mother, with Unlimited joy, died without knowing it. ——This is the woman who was born in the scorching heat of nature and killed bees, almost the embodiment of "evil".