I am a person who is raising a dog. Raised is a little red VIP. It was brought back by my mother. Every day when my mother went out, it struggled to get out of my arms and ran to the door and screamed frantically. The sound was like crying, and it was heart-wrenching when I saw it. And every time the mother came back, it always exuded all the vitality and enthusiasm around her, wagging its tail and stretching its front paws, still humming to hug it. If you pick it up, it will curl up quietly in the arms of its mother, like a sleeping baby, silent for a long, long time.
Unlike the sensationalism of the Japanese platoon pet movie I have seen before, the movie seems to be inadvertently creating a warm atmosphere. This atmosphere traverses the city, traverses species, and traverses life and death. "Loyalty" uses flashbacks to let a little boy tell the story of his hero Hachiko. In this story, Hachiko meets the owner accidentally, and from then on he began the happy life in his life. Every day, Hachiko will send his master to work and wait for the master to come home until one day, it will never wait for him to come back.
In this way, the owner changed and the original home was replaced by a new one, and Hachiko had no home. Although it only blinked, we can still feel its bitterness. It escaped and slept under the wheels of an abandoned train carriage. Whenever the first train awakened it, it walked to the train station and sat upright on the steps opposite the door, waiting for it to return home. Nine years are like a day.
Possibly, it knows it will never wait again. But it still chose to wait. It believes that no matter whether it is life or death, there will always be a day when they can meet.
I am a vulnerable person. So there are some things that I choose to forget. Forget about vanity, forget about betrayal, forget about the love and pain you once had. When I suddenly want to remember but can't remember, I am somewhat happy. Because I was pleasantly surprised by myself, and I forgot everything I wanted to forget. For those things that cannot be forgotten, such as the passage of time and the end of life, I really don't want to think about it, and I always choose to escape. I'm afraid I can't afford it.
Recently I was reading Zhou Guoping's book, "Baby Baby". I also have the thoughts and doubts about life of the three-year-old girl there. Is there any way to stay old? Can Mom and Dad stay with me forever? Can I never grow up? Although I sensibly knew that I couldn't, I couldn't help but sigh and miss. And whenever I think of these, my heart is extremely heavy. To how strong, dare not forget. I know that I can't be like Hachiko, with sadness and longing in my heart, day after day to complete the greatest persistence in my life.
Whenever I see my puppies snuggling in my arms and sleeping soundly, I have a sense of mission and feel that I am the whole world. It is so simple to believe in humans, so simple that I can't bear to move my heart to hold it. In the world of dogs, everything has no color. Only its owner is the most gorgeous color in its life.
A few days ago, I heard that the two stray dogs who had been watching the nursing home at my father’s work had disappeared. One of the dogs was disabled, one leg was lame, and he gave birth to a large litter of babies, but only one survived and has been living with the lame dog. Dad and colleagues often send them delicious food, they also know about Entubao, and earnestly perform their duties of housekeeping every night. With them, the office is much safer. But just recently, they never came out again. I heard it was eaten by someone.
After I heard it, all my hairs stood up.
Once heard a story. A child asked his father why people live so long, while dogs live only ten years. His dad said that because people live a long time and don't know how to love, dogs know how to love others when they are born.
I think that the child who hears this story must have a warm heart. He will not be so perverted that he takes the disabled dog at the door of his house as his own plate of Chinese food.
Never forget the one you love. This is what Hachiko taught me. Whether it's close at hand or life and death apart, as long as that love is still there, our hearts will be full enough.
Hachiko, who has never forgotten, stands as a monument of love.
I have a chance to go to Shibuya, I must go to take a photo with that bronze Hachiko
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