The composition of small animals getting along with people

I like raising small animals.

My childhood was spent in my hometown, Botou City, a small town in Hebei Province. My grandfather is a successful businessman, so the family's economic conditions are not bad. My family has a big yard with all kinds of flowers and trees. There are a group of chickens and ducks in the yard, as well as a rhubarb dog and a three-flower cat. Sanhua cat is a female cat and gives birth to several kittens every year. Thanks to these little creatures running around the yard, my home is quite lively. In fact, there are only six people in my family: grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, brother and me (an aunt is married far away and seldom goes home). Grandpa and dad go to the store to do business during the day, and my brother likes to play outside. Only my grandmother, mother and I are left at home. Grandma and mom are often busy doing housework and seldom play with me, so my playmates are only small animals. Sometimes I watch chickens, ducks and Doby kittens. When I feel lonely and nobody tells me, I talk to rhubarb dog. He is a sunken friend, who can only listen to me quietly and can't communicate, but I always feel that he can understand me because he always listens quietly and attentively on the ground. I often secretly feed it some delicious food, so it is very friendly to me. Perhaps because of this childhood experience, I like small animals very much.

Later, I left my hometown and took part in the work when I grew up, but the habit of loving small animals has not changed. I have raised some small animals: kittens, puppies, chickens, turtles, small fish and so on. But for various reasons, they always end in failure.

My pet cat Xiaohua was lost in the Cultural Revolution, which is the most unforgettable sad thing in my life. I once wrote an article recalling Xiaohua and published it on Sina's "Pet". Com (later posted in my blog) received many sympathetic posts from netizens. When I was a child, I was busy with work and housework, so I didn't have the conditions to keep a pet. I always thought that I would retire in the future, and I must take good care of a few small animals. After retirement, the dream of raising small animals has finally come true, but the result is always failure! I have a beautiful cat, but I don't know how I lost it I raised another black cat, but it was killed by high voltage electricity (because there is a big transformer in my yard); Because the cat is afraid of getting an electric shock again, I want to get a puppy instead. The first puppy was a gift from my daughter's good friend. Who knows that it is a little disobedient, used to urinating casually in the room and likes to run around outside. If it is lost while playing with toys like balls, he must let me check it. When I was eating, he looked at the table and shouted when he saw what he wanted to eat. The daughter said, "This dog has a bad habit, and I spoil it. I can't stay any longer. " Later, she took the disobedient dog away and bought me a foreign puppy. This dog is very cute. I named it "Hani". Just over two months. It can't bark. It's very docile. It wags its tail friendly when it sees people. I like it very much. But unfortunately, I got sick again. Although I went to the pet hospital several times, I finally died. I was sad about it for several days. I also wrote an article to commemorate it (published in Sina's Pet). I lost my little turtle and the fish died. In short, my little animal always fails!

In the morning, the editing hall was empty.

Several trash cans near the pool in the corridor clearly heard the cries of mice fighting, only heard their voices, but could not see their shadows. I crept over at once, for fear of disturbing their competition for food. Afraid of them, dirty image, secretive whereabouts. They always scare me half to death when I am unprepared.

My seat is in the corner of the hall. I didn't hesitate to choose this position at that time, because I felt safer and quieter sitting against the wall. However, with the increasing number of editors and the increasing population density, my little corner is rarely quiet.

The skinny mosquito was hungry all night and dizzy. Suddenly they smelled the long-lost human breath, rejoiced and danced around me. This compartment is busy returning news to reporters, and mosquitoes are fluttering in front of my mobile phone screen and my face. This is simply a provocation. I can't stand it and don't look back. I kept pressing the keyboard with one hand and caught it in the air with the other. Hehe, it's very fulfilling. The remains of mosquitoes are dirty and stay between my fingers. I am becoming more and more skilled as a "flight attendant" now. Mosquito corpses of different shapes can be seen everywhere on our white walls and partitions, and some of them are horribly stained with blood. It seems that the living conditions of mosquitoes are really poor, and the lessons of their predecessors' blood can't wake them up, just like the miners in small coal mines written by the media.

During the mosquito season, the mice in the hall stopped for a while (or maybe moved to the trash can on the road).

About mice, two bridges are the most classic:

One: the person in charge of publicity of the city appearance bureau came to the newspaper to discuss the activities, and the details of the activities are being discussed. A huge mouse emerged from a crack in the ceiling, looked at us curiously on the heating pipe above us, and then began to run hard on the thin pipe. I was the first one who couldn't hold on. I'm afraid the mouse will fall unsteadily. A clever man stood up and explained, "Sorry, our environment here is not very good.". Let's talk somewhere else. " However, our reporter was not surprised and smiled indifferently: "The bad environment should be the responsibility of your city appearance. Look, the mouse is demonstrating to you. "

Fortunately, the mouse was so skilled that it tripped over the high-altitude heating pipe several times, but it didn't fall down. Let me worry for nothing. There are also poor skills. One night, a fat mouse accidentally slipped and fell on Yu's computer mainframe. The mouse didn't fall down, and it quickly fled the scene in our screams. It broke a pot of hydroponic chlorophytum on the jade master. Then we told the leader about it, and the leader laughed and didn't believe it.

Depressed, real things often make people feel incredible because they are too real, while those disguised and false things are always convincing because they are too real.

Alas! This world!

Two: One day, I opened the small drawer on the right hand side, and when I was unprepared, a pair of small eyes as black as beans stared at me. In my ghostly scream, the gray figure of a little mouse escaped. Looking at the drawer again, a packet of scented tea has been torn open by the annoying little guy, and the petals are scattered all over the floor.

I was scared and disgusted for a long time. Up to now, every time I open this drawer, I still have psychological obstacles.

This morning, there was another small animal in the hall-a yellow-billed sparrow. Call once in a while. Although the crow is crisp, you can hear anxiety and helplessness. It was caught by a reporter last night and brought back. We all say sparrows can't keep alive. But the night shift editor is lonely at night, so I still take it as a companion.

I don't know where the sparrow is hiding, but sometimes it flutters around and makes waves of noise, either on the word "knot" or "fight" in the lobby slogan, which makes people sad. It's like seeing myself struggling in society over the years, flapping my wings repeatedly, frustrated repeatedly, running left and right, and finally hitting the cold wall of reality and finding no breakthrough.

So the declining ones are still singing, but there are vicissitudes in the voice that can't be concealed.