Chapter 44 dumb beast

Through the eyes of the dumb beast A sage can hear its voice ——Indian poet One evening, imagination overwhelmed my mind.I wandered to the outskirts and stood in front of a deserted dilapidated house.There is a ruined wall, and all signs show that the house has been abandoned for many years, desolate and desolate, and no one cares about it.I saw a dog lying in the ashes, sickly, skinny and battered.It stared at the setting sun in the west, with the shadow of humiliation and despair in its eyes.As if it knew that the sun had begun to withdraw its warm breath from this desolate place far away from the children who persecuted the weak animals, so it looked at the sun and bid farewell.I approached the dog slowly, hoping to communicate with it, express sympathy for its suffering, and comfort it.When I walked up to it, it seemed suspicious of me, and wanted to mobilize its dying vitality and turn to its limp limbs for help, but it was difficult to stand up, so it had to look at me.There are begging pity and earnest pleading in those eyes; there are sadness and reproach in those eyes; instead of words, those eyes are more eloquent than people's tongues and more expressive than women's tears.When I saw its melancholy and sad eyes, I couldn't help feeling like a knife piercing my heart, and my grief and indignation were hard to suppress.That look, that look expresses a thousand words, and people can understand it.It's saying, "I've had enough, I've had enough of people, I've had enough of my sickness. You go: leave me alone: ​​let me lie here quietly and soak up some sun." The warmth of the heart, live a little longer: I escaped here after being cruelly abused by men. I hid in this ashes, which are softer than the human heart; I hid in these ruins, This ruin is warmer than a heart. Go away! For you live in a land where there is no justice and no justice. I am a lowly beast, but I have served men: I have seen faithfully for him. Home and nursing home; accompany him on his travels with great vigilance, and help him hunt; when he is sad, I am sad, when he is happy, I am happy; when he is away, I miss him, and when he comes back, I am happy

Welcome; eat his leftovers, I am satisfied, throw me a bone he has gnawed, I will feel happy in it.But when I was old and sick, he kicked me away, drove me out of the house, and let those cruel children in the streets and alleys play with me, making me dirty, sick, and filthy.Man, I am a puny brute, but I see a resemblance between me and your aging, destitute human brethren.I am like those soldiers: they fought for their country when they were young, and they farmed and harvested food when they were young, but once the winter of life came, they were useless and abandoned and forgotten.I'm also like a woman: When I was a young girl, I dressed up like flowers and jade, so that the boys were fascinated.When married as a wife, raising children and working hard day and night, in order to bring them up to adulthood, they endure hardships and painstaking efforts.But once a person is old and pale, in his old age, he will be forgotten and rejected by others.what!man!How unjust and cruel you are!"

The dog's eyes said these words, every sentence enlightened my heart.I pity it for a while, and think of those of my kind at the same time.The dog closed its eyes, I didn't want to disturb it, so I left quietly.