Niu prose

Go back to your hometown on weekends and walk on the village road. A villager drove a large buffalo, a small buffalo and a small buffalo through the village entrance. A relative of a farmer came back in a small and charming car and stopped firmly at the side of the village. A man got out of the car with a little boy over 4 years old in his arms. The little boy excitedly pointed to three buffaloes passing by the roadside and asked his father, "Dad, what is it?" His father said slowly, "Buffalo." The little boy then asked, "What kind of animal is a buffalo?" Hearing this, I couldn't help laughing, and some childhood anecdotes came to my mind unconsciously.

A pair of semicircle horns, with a big belly, walnut eyes embedded in the head, a thick stick tail, driving annoying flies around in autumn and winter, and black skin with black and yellow fine hairs. This is a buffalo. I can copy the outline of the cow in my mind without thinking. Of course, if it is a yellow cow, its belly is not as big as a buffalo, and its horns are not bent in the direction of its body, but stand upright on its head. Of course, its horns are not as long as buffalo's. Because my family lives in the countryside and has never stopped raising cattle, I naturally have more memories of cattle.

When it comes to cows, many people casually think of plowing, but all my cows are cows. At that time, parents hoped that cows would give birth to a calf every year and sell it to supplement their families when they were one year old. When I was in primary school, my parents bought a buffalo and kept it at home. Cattle herding has become my daily work after school. Every day after school, I always put down my schoolbag and lean against the cowshed door with a whip to drive the cows to the mountain not far from the village. It's getting dark, and I'll catch the cows with full stomachs and walk home in the last glow of the sunset. My parents always cut a basket of grass from the field or carry a large bundle of corn stalks back and put them in the jade circle for cattle's supper. In addition to herding cattle on weekends, the task of cutting two baskets of grass a day naturally falls on me. Although I didn't want to, I dared not disobey my parents' non-negotiable orders, so I had to bite the bullet and finish the work. Maybe because I spent more time with the cow, the cow gradually listened to me. I can naturally ride on the cow's back and let the cow carry me up the hill. I said to the cow, "Wow." The cow can also know that it means to turn around, and it will turn its head slowly. Once, I rode my buffalo back from the mountain. Because I watched the legend of the condor hero late at night, I began to doze off on the back of the cow. On a downhill path, I took a nap and didn't pay attention. I accidentally fell off the back of the cow. I suddenly woke up and watched the cow come out of my body. I want to get out of the way and let the cow go, but it's too late. I closed my eyes in fear. The cow passed me slowly and passed me step by step. I showed up, and I'm glad. I almost died, but I was still human and didn't step on me. Since then, I love my buffalo more. My parents asked me to only give Niu Yi straw every night, but I secretly added a handful of straw to the cow and added some materials to it. This is my kind reward for the cow not stepping on it.

Buffalo are not picky eaters. It eats all kinds of grass, such as catnip grass, hairy grass and yellow flowers. It prefers wheat straw, bean straw and corn straw, and even eats green thorns and white thorns. It belongs to better domestic animals. Of course, cooked broad beans and bean skin are the best food for cattle. Cattle are most afraid of flies, and their tails can only drive away flies around their buttocks. When the weather is hot, cows will naturally find a place with water and lurk underwater to resist the bite of flies. The fly that loves to bite cows is a kind of fly called cow Om. This kind of fly is bigger, just like a big bee. If you bite it, the cow will tremble and run around. When I go to herd cattle, I often catch and play with this fly when it bites people. First, I don't want the cattle to run around. Second, I play with many tricks. I pinched a grass and stuck it in Niu Om's ass. Then I let Niu Om fly in the sky. This is called an airplane. Watching cows fly around often brings me hearty laughter. Once, I put the cows on the mountain and let them eat grass, so I went to find fungus. After a while, I went back to the place where the cows grazed, and the cows disappeared. I was so anxious to look for cows everywhere that I finally found them in a mud pond in a ravine. It turns out that in order to resist the endless biting of cattle, cattle have their own ways to deal with cattle. Cows are rolling in the mud. When Niu Fei approached them, its feet were stuck to the mud, so it couldn't be turbulent. It bites the meat of the cow with its mouth, and it is full of thick mud. I must be happy with the creation of the cow and say to the cow, "This is very clever. You are too good at finding ways."

Cattle are used to grazing, and cows naturally have regular schedules. Before I opened the gate after school, the cows heard my footsteps and reached the gate with their horns. Listening to the sound of knocking at the door, I know the cows are urging me to drive them out to eat grass. Once, I drove the cattle to a mountain far away from the village and set them free. I went to other mountains to find wild mushrooms. It was dark, and I happily carried a basket of mushrooms to drive the cows home. But looking around, the cow didn't even have a shadow. "Could it have been stolen?" I can't help shivering. In rural areas, a cow is the most valuable item in the family, and cattle stealing in the village also happens from time to time. I seem to feel the pain of my father beating me hard with a whip, and my mother abused me one after another. I looked for cows everywhere on the mountain alone, hoping to find them inadvertently. It's almost nine o'clock at night, and it's all dark. I was cold and scared by the roadside, and I cried. Just then, I seemed to hear someone calling my nickname. Who will know me on this mountain? It's night. I was even more afraid, and my strong curiosity prompted me to identify it carefully again. Listen again, it's really mom and dad's voice, I choked to answer. I cried loudly when I saw my parents. My parents said, "What's the matter? Are you hungry? " I cried and said, "I lost my cow." Mom and Dad smiled and said, "Niuniu is back. We haven't seen you come back yet. We thought something was wrong and were busy looking for you. " I burst into tears, smiled and said excitedly, "Really? Will the cows find their own way home? " Mom and dad must have nodded, and our family happily went home together.

Since then, I like these buffaloes at home better. That cow failed my efforts. She gives birth to a cowboy for my family every year, and she hasn't delayed for a year. Until I graduated from primary school, the cows at home gave birth to seven cowboys. Seeing that I will go to junior high school in the city, it is estimated that the study task will be heavy in the future, and there will be no more time to herd cattle, and the cows at home will be old. After discussion, mom and dad decided to sell the cow. At first, I strongly disagreed. But this is also a helpless reality. I also need money to study. I can only bear the pain of selling cattle. The day of selling cattle happened to be Sunday, and my father called the cattle dealer early in the morning. After negotiating the price, the cattle dealer opened the door of my house and prepared to drive the cattle away. Cows seem to have psychological induction. No matter how the cattle dealer whipped him, the cow refused to walk out of the pen. Finally, his father drove the cow out. Looking at the cattle that have been raised for 8 years being whipped away from home by cattle dealers, it seems that something stung me in my heart, and a feeling of crying kept pouring on my body, and my eyes itched. I know, this is my tears for Niu Er, and it is more about the memory of me and Niu Er for eight years.