I once had my own puppy. It has a very earthy name called Xiaohui...
Until now I still remember how it looked when it first arrived at my house. It is small, with a little beige color. It stuffed its head in a corner, and looked back at us from time to time, timidly, with fear and curiosity in its bright eyes, dodge and longing. It’s just that at that time I didn’t know that there was a beige color, otherwise it would have a small fresh name called Xiaomi.
Later I found out that it is a character with me, just afraid of life. After getting acquainted with it, I realized that it was actually a crazy dog. It likes to struggle with the cactus, every time it gets hurt, it gets more and more frustrated; it likes to walk around with me, and can’t shake it off; it loves to hold my leg and shake it every time I drink back Wagging his tail and pounced on it. Later, it was locked in the yard, so every day outside the screen door looked into it eagerly, sitting, lying on its stomach, and lying down. As long as the door was opened a little bit, it would go in, so the family had to go in and out. Take it with you.
I love it because it was a silent partner to me during the most rebellious adolescence. One day I took two kettles to the yard, and I didn't close the door with my hands. I thought it must have rushed in, but when I came back, I found someone sitting by the door obediently waiting for me. Although I thought it was annoying that it always stuck to me, at that moment, I suddenly felt that only my dog was willing to wait for me. Looking back and waiting for me to catch up with it, only it was willing to listen to me. There is no right or wrong, only it is willing to not rush at me even if it is scolded by me, not to make a noise or fight back is just a look of knowing wrong, only it is willing to stick out its tongue and smile and keep trying to follow behind me... ..
I haven't thought about it, one day it will leave me, after all, its life span is far shorter than me, but I love the present more, but I don't know that death can come so fast. One afternoon when I came home from school, my grandpa said he wanted to announce a news to me, saying that my dog had left me...
I was stunned for the position it had been waiting for for a long time outside the door. After the anxious hatred faded, I suddenly felt my own powerlessness—I can't do anything. In the face of life and death, I was too small to die. I called Xiao Hui at every dog on the road, but no one jumped up. I dream of a puppy, but I can’t protect my first puppy...I don’t think I’m greedy, I haven’t asked for much, but just such a small thing, I can’t help it. defend. My dog, he wants to guard me without hesitation, and I, I can't guard him. Many years later, I still often think, if I can treat it better, if I can open the door and let it run in, if I can...Is it possible to prevent death so early? We separate...
There is no if... These if in time settle into a bitter and unspeakable mood, and as the years grow, it becomes more and more flexible and can't go back. I always feel my weakness and powerlessness over and over again, and this emotion is repeatedly jointed, so that I feel that I have no ability to protect anything I love...too
overestimating myself, I want to put this memory on the shelf, I feel that I can freely choose the parts that I forget and remember, and then I can continue to raise another dog, or I can raise an independent and non-sticky cat.
The movie has awakened my memory again. This is the first time for me. After watching a certain movie, I cried so shamefully, and it felt bad to be suddenly uncovered. Professor Xiao Ba, died in desperate waiting, my Xiao Hui, died under the wheel of merciless face...I really want to hate creatures like dogs, their simple and persistent love It's hard to give up. The world is too big, but their hearts are so small that they can only pretend to be their master...
Maybe my dog is lucky, because he died before me, so I don’t have to endure the long despair and loneliness after losing me. ,That's fine.
My dear, after many years, you will still be waiting for me at the entrance of heaven or hell, just as you were back then...
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