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Feng Jicai

A Chinese living in Paris for a long time, surnamed Cai, nicknamed "Old Paris". He asked me, "You have lived in Paris for many days. Can you tell me what's in Paris? "

I thought about it and said, "There are more than four in Paris. First of all, there are many bookstores, and sometimes two or three bookstores can be met in one street. Second, there are many pharmacies. Third, there are many optical shops. Neon signs in these two stores can be seen everywhere: the neon signs in pharmacies are green crosses, and the neon signs in optical shops are blue eye frames. Optical shops and bookstores are always linked. There are many people reading books, and there must be many nearsightedness. As for the fourth, it is-"I deliberately paused to strengthen my following words," damn it! I just stepped on one foot! " After that, I smiled and was very proud of my "discovery" of Paris.

"Old Paris," said Mr. Cai, "you writers are really observant. These four things are right. Just one last thing ... it seems that you are disgusted. This shows that you don't know Parisians yet. Ok, let's get started. I'll introduce you to a place called Asnier. "

When I went, Asnier turned out to be a graveyard. Once again, it's a dog graveyard! It was originally located on an island in the Seine River. Later, the river on one side of the island was filled up and turned into a long and narrow open space on the shore, full of flowers and trees, with rows of tombstones standing in the middle. However, it is one size smaller than a human tombstone, and the highest is only one meter. Under every small and exquisite tombstone, there is a human pet who once lived.

A dog's graveyard is as quiet as a human graveyard. Quiet as a church, solemn and serene. The style of the tomb is rarely repeated, some are classical, some are modern, and some are naturalistic. The small house where a dog lived before his death was built of stone. The tombstone is engraved with the dog's name, date of birth and death, inscription, and even records the extraordinary achievements of the dog in the tomb. For example, a tombstone says that "the owner of the tomb" once won the "seven crowns". There is also a tombstone that says, "This dog saved forty people, but was killed by the forty-first person." Although I don't know the story of this dog, I feel the tragedy of a hero. It makes me feel that this dog graveyard is more than just burying some pets.

Many graves also have exquisite statues, or angels, or blooming flowers, or the image of "tomb owners". Some have lovely heads, and some run with a pistol. From a distance, it looks like a museum of dog statues. It is different from the human cemetery in that a square marble table is built in front of each tombstone. Marble has different colors, some of which are crimson. There are all kinds of ceramic puppies, kittens, cars, small furniture, small dolls, small jars, small pillows and so on. It was put on by the owner of the dog when he came to visit the grave. People treat these poor dogs like their own children who died young, so as to leave their deep memories.

When I first entered Asnier, I saw a fat old woman coming out accompanied by a boy. An old man and a young man have red eyes and noses. Obviously, they just finished sweeping the grave and were about to leave. They looked very sad. Later, in the cemetery, I saw a young couple visiting the grave. The woman is holding a big bouquet of gorgeous flowers, and the man is carrying two plastic bags of offerings. You can see their friendship with the dead dog at a glance. They first removed the ornaments on the marble table, cleaned them with brushes and rags, and then took the newly bought ceramics out of their bags and rearranged them one by one, carefully placing them, and then set them off with flowers. The man squatted there, with a tombstone in one hand; The woman stood beside him, holding her hands on her chest, and stood silently, as if praying. The long skirt hung motionless, and there was a deep sadness in silence. I saw on the tombstone that their dog died at 1995. Five years after the death of the puppy, they are still as sad as ever. Can the friendship between people and dogs be as deep as that between people?

It is impolite to watch others suffer. So I walked away and went to see the inscription on the tombstone with my wife. I love reading inscriptions, which are often written by people all their lives, or by people all their lives. Inscription is more of a philosophy. However, the inscription on this dog cemetery is always an expression of emotion. This is the one-sided word of man and dog. For example:

"I haven't cried a day since you left me."

"You once saved me from loneliness. How can I save you now? "

"Even if you lie here alone, there is still room for you in our family."

"Come back, my friend, even if it's only for one day!"

Under an old tree, there is a black tombstone with the date of birth and death 19 14- 1929 written on it. The owner of this dog is from Los Angeles. He wrote:

"The thought of me hitting you makes me even more miserable!"

Seeing this sentence, I was moved. So as to know the profound position of dogs in Parisian life. Dogs are definitely not their thugs guarding their homes, nor are they playthings, nor are they the pets I mentioned earlier, but people's indispensable spiritual companions.

How many wonderful stories will be staged every day in Paris where dogs and people are partners?

So, what are the Parisians buried here? Is it heartbreak or broken life?

Asnier's sleepers are not only dogs, but also cats, chickens, birds and horses. It is said that an elephant was buried very early. The meaning of burial is to commemorate. For Parisians, this way of commemorating their partners has a long history. This cemetery is actually one of the ancient cemeteries in Paris, with a history of at least 150 years. Now there are some hundred-year-old tombs in the cemetery. The biggest difference between a dog's cemetery and a human's cemetery is that people have family lineage and can be passed down from generation to generation. Incense keeps burning, and the grave can be rebuilt. However, the fate between man and dog is only a lifetime, and it is difficult to continue to the next generation. Therefore, all the ancient tombs in Asnier collapsed. However, these fallen graves are still an immortal emotion left by the world.

Grave sweepers often bring food that dogs like to eat. This attracted some lost cats in the city to feed here. The local government built a house for these stray cats in the corner of the cemetery. The animal protection organization sent some people to put many cabins, wooden barrels and straw baskets in the house, and covered them with soft bedding for cats to sleep. People come to deliver cat food every day. These cats eat and drink, and are not afraid of the wind and rain. They are all fat and have smooth fur. Asnier became their paradise and paradise.

Cats are also buried in this cemetery, and there are also tombstones and sculptures of cats. Sometimes there is a white cat lying on the top of the tombstone. You used to tease it, but it didn't move. It turned out to be a stone carving. Sometimes you think it is a statue. You stood over to take a picture with it, but it suddenly jumped down and ran away.

This scene is a bit absurd. Where is this wonderful fantasy?

Back at our station, I called Mr. Cai, an expert in Paris. He asked me how I felt, and I said, "I'm a little tolerant of dog shit on the street now."

He said, "That's good. If you tolerate shit, you will have a better impression of Paris. "

(The original is from "Dog's Paradise" published by Shanghai Academy of Social Sciences)