A short and beautiful eulogy for the dog.

My original job was guarding the home, and I was often praised and made great achievements. But the world has changed. I have a security door at home and a guard at the factory, so I am laid off. In those days when I lived on the street, I was hungry, but I was also looked down upon and chased. Alas, the dog fell into Pingchuan and was bullied. What can we do? During the day, I secretly went to the garbage dump near the village to fill my stomach, and at night I built a house for my bed. I am so lonely in the empty snowfield, and fear often attacks my dreams. When I really can't sleep, I look at the stars in the sky, and watching the stars becomes my master. To say that I am not heartless, my master is still very kind to me. We used to eat together, sleep together and work together. My brothers usually spent their childhood with my youth. What a memorable day it is for dogs! It's really because I'm too poor that the owner can't help but sell me! I don't know how many times Xue has bloomed, and I have never seen him again.

Go back! Go home! My heart is calling itself, go back. Go back even if you starve to death.

My hometown has changed. The young master became a strong man, rags became a new costume, and there were many strangers around him. The stranger jumped in front of his master and just wanted to get off me, but he was stopped by his master. We looked at each other and said nothing. There was no need for language at that time. I don't know how long it took, but my master jumped on me and grabbed my neck, his eyes were red with water. I swear, I will never leave him again, even if I don't have a full meal for three days, even if the sky falls, I swear.

However, just a few days later, my master suddenly stuffed me into the car and ran to the city. On the way, people in every village are crazy and chasing dogs. The fields along the way are full of dead dogs. My heart is full of sadness and anger. Sadly, dogs cannot decide their own destiny. What is angry is that people always decide the fate of dogs. ... will the Lord kill me? Kill it. If you want me dead, I have to die. If I die at the hands of my master, I still have a reputation as a loyal minister. Forget it.

The car stopped and a big house with a garden and swimming pool appeared. There is a long-haired dog like a cat catching butterflies in the garden, and a coquettish woman is playing in the pool. The woman let out a cry as soon as she saw me, which made me tremble all over. The host greeted Changmaogou: Come, Xiaoxue, meet new friends ... How about calling it Lao Hei, dear? Xiaoxue must be the long-haired dog; "Dear" seems to refer to that woman, because that woman gave her host a disdainful look.

This is my new home. You must think I should be satisfied this time, right? I eat delicious food and live in a luxurious kennel. That's not true! As we all know, I like singing. My husband won't let me sing during the day, and I can't sing at night when everyone else is asleep. This is not a dog's life. After a few days, I was almost depressed.

One night I really couldn't sleep, so I sneaked out for a walk. When I went to the back garden, I saw two black shadows flashing and smelled a strange smell at the same time. Intuitively, I decided that it was not a good person, so I jumped on it and bit it. At that moment, I was very happy and realized the blood of the protozoa in my body, the original impulse. The next day, my host rewarded me with a large piece of fresh meat and taught me some rules for dealing with people. To put it bluntly, I was very smart and soon found a rule: whoever came in, held his head high and smiled; Anyone who stoops to smile apologetically will come in, and the director will hold out his chest and be expressionless. Every time someone comes, Xiaoxue is very attentive, bending down or holding her chest with her master. Therefore, whether you bend over or hold out your chest, you are praised for being smart. I don't want to. I am a real dog. My ancestors' wild blood runs through my body. I despise things that dogs look down on people like dogs. This determines that my position must be under the light snow of the long-haired dog. Is this human sorrow or dog sorrow? I don't understand.

People say it never rains but it pours, so do dogs. I accidentally walked outside the gate that day and was chased and beaten by a group of children. They pointed to the master's yard, cursing and fighting back. With my old temper, I have already bitten, but I dare not today. I don't want to give my master any more trouble. When I fled back to the house, I was black and blue. However, the master didn't chase me out to fight like in the past, and didn't look at my injury. He just squatted and sighed. I remember once I bit an old man, and the master took care of him and didn't blow off the dust. What happened to him today? The woman who keeps biting his ear these days is not coming. There must be something wrong. I dare not disturb my master again, so I can only quietly hide in the corner and lick the wound.

A few days later, the owner pulled a car and left quietly. Xiaoxue prone on the window waved to me. The master didn't take me. Who would take in a dog with a smelly wound?

I know where I should go. There are chasing children and flies along the way. I don't know how long it has been running. I was so hungry that I ran to a trash can in a family area to find food, and I was caught in a broken wooden cage. I think it's terrible. There are many people who abuse cats and dogs now. The cage was on fire, and fear and anger made me roar at last. In a daze, I saw the blue sky, white clouds, forests, rivers, hills, grasslands ... Nature, dog nature, I came back ...

Conceptual analysis of related terms in this paper;

host

Host has three main meanings: 1. Someone who receives guests. As opposed to "guests". 2. Dominator of property or power. 3. Providers and controllers of animals or ancient servants. These people are called masters. "Hui Shi Li": "Please see the host, the guest will see it, return, the host will send it to the door, and then worship." Xunzi's theory of music: "The guest is outside, and he is the master."