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The rain is crying outside, and the thin leaves by the window are shrinking. I miss my mother on this lonely day. have

Three eyes looked at me through the window, all of which were poplar eyes. After waiting for a while, staring blankly at me, I thought it was a stare.

I want to imagine a Shandong man calling his mother "Niang" to his face.

"Mom, why don't you eat?"

"Mom, why are you uncomfortable?"

Shandong men in a small village near the sea in Rongcheng area should talk to their old mother like this.

Really? I often regret that it is just a "native place" for me, just as a person's shadow should of course exist.

No, actually nothing. I can't perceive my father's deep feelings for that small village. Because I was born in Kazakhstan.

Erbin grew up in Harbin. It was not until I met a northerner that I felt I had met my hometown. I may be the first person in history.

The youngest descendant of The Journey to the West-in those days, groups of people were driven from Jiaodong to the north by famine.

There is a boy in the crowd who is only 12 years old and is in rags. Later, he became my father.

"You must go back to our home! That's your root! "

My father often tells me seriously that "pricking" is called "smashing", and I hear a sense of pride.

I don't know if I should feel a little proud, because as far as I know, there is nothing to be proud of.

Hao's famous mountains and rivers, places of interest and historical sites have never produced a person who can be regarded as a celebrity. However, I still want to

Go once. Because it is close to the sea.

But where is mom's hometown? Close to what?

My mother never said anything to me wishing that I or she could go back to her hometown once.

Is her mother from Jilin? I'm not sure. It seems so. My mother was born in a place called Mengjiagang.

Where do you live? I think so, too. I don't think so Maybe my mother was born in a place near Jebens. father

Where did your mother live?

When I was very young, my mother often talked about her past while sewing-there were many brothers and sisters.

One, or eight. One year smallpox broke out in the countryside, and only three people survived-mother, uncle and uncle.

"Thought you big jiu can't live, but he came back to life. He opened his eyes, looked around and saw me.

Beside him, he asked, "Sister, where is the little stone?" "Where is the small stone?" I told him, "Little Stone is dead!"

Sanya? Where is Sanya? Is Sanya also dead? I told him again:' Sanya is dead! Second sister is dead, too

Hanzi is dead, too! He was crying, holding his breath ... "

When mother spoke, tears fell on the back of her hand and on her skirt, without wiping or looking up.

One stitch at a time, mending the rags of brothers and sisters.

"In the second year, I grew a beard. Your grandfather took the mule and hid it. He was hung from a tree by a beard and stroked with hemp rope.

Pumping water ... your grandfather will never say where the mule is, and your grandmother will hold me and my uncle in her arms and use her hands.

Cover our mouths tightly, hide in the dry well and listen to your grandfather being tortured. Your grandmother is afraid to climb up and do it.

Tell me where the mule is. Beard never spared a woman. Then the beard burned down our house and the mule was saved.

Your grandfather died ... "

Mother is talking to herself rather than telling our children, which is a kind of memory.

Special way.

These souvenirs engraved in my mind are all I know about my mother's life. Add "Meng Jia"

"That is not clear where the gang.

Mother, before she became my mother, she was bound by a poor life, which was her disastrous fate.

Later, her fate was tied to her father and still tied to poverty.

Later, she became my mother and tied me and my brothers and sisters in poverty.

We grew up with mom's faded skirt. As a poor mother, she did her best. ...

My sympathy for people was originally formed by my sympathy for my mother. I don't complain that I stripped the bark and picked up the coal.

Nuclear childhood and adolescence, because I once shared the oppression of poverty on my mother. Life has given me a lot.

My gift-it taught me to respect my mother, stick to a hard life with perseverance, and don't give up because of difficulties.

That woman ...

I miss my mother in this lonely day when it doesn't rain.

There are poplar eyes in the window. Just look at me later. ...

That year, my home was "besieged" on an "island" in the city-surrounded by a foundation gully two meters deep.

Trenches, demolition of ruins and building materials. Almost all the residents of a street have moved away, but my family has nowhere to move. because

I rented private property for my family-the landlord wanted to extort a large sum of money from the construction department by phone, and the construction department also admitted it.

Because it doesn't make sense. As a result, my family suffered directly. As I wrote in the novel The Black Button,

Our family has become the Robinson of the city.

Aunt went back to the countryside. In that city with a population of more than two million, there is no one else except my mother.

Relatives. Mother's relatives are her children. My mother works as a temporary worker in a railway factory with a low salary.

Work, sell a cheap physical bottom woman. Turning sand-for men, it is a very tiring and dangerous job.

Temporary workers can't talk about labor protection, and they have to be extra careful at work. A little carelessness will lead to molten iron.

Scalded or crushed by castings. There is hardly a day when my mother comes home without minor injuries, and her clothes are all torn.

Splashed molten iron burned a hole.

Mom works far from home, and there is no bus nearby. Even if there is, mom will give up.

It costs 50 cents to ride once. Mom always comes home at about 7: 30 after dinner every day.

Usually at nine o'clock, we go to bed. My mother sits in the corner of the bed with 20 light bulbs hanging from her head.

Mend our clothes and trousers in the dim light. In those days, the city was forced to save electricity, and residents were not allowed to use more than 40 lights.

Light bulb. For our family, saving electricity is voluntary, because it also means saving electricity. Cost also

It is heavy. It was in those years that my mother's eyes became bad. So far, my eyesight is very poor. Sometimes I can see it when I wake up at night.

The light is on. I also saw my mother stitch by stitch, line by line, as if it were automatic and without hair.

A noisy sewing machine. Or see the light on, mother's shoulder leaning against the wall, her head hanging over her chest, mending something in her hand, just sleeping.

Yes How many nights does my mother sleep like that? In the morning, we made a good dream in disorder.

At that time, my mother had stopped eating breakfast, took half a lunch box and gave birth to sorghum rice or pie, and quietly left home.

Facing the wind or braving the rain, like a lonely traveler who is used to being alone, he "goes over mountains and mountains" as a postscript.

I went to work in a "besieged" area and left no way. There are still many days when mom works overtime, and we will continue for several days.

I haven't seen my mother for ten and a half months. I only know that my mother came back last night and just left this morning. ask

No, how does light move Who else cooked the sorghum rice porridge in the pot for us?

My little sister, who is only three years old, misses and cries for her mother. She thought that her mother had left and would never see her again.

I comforted her and assured her that I would definitely see my mother at night. In order to fulfill my promise, I held back and insisted on sleeping.

No sleep. In the evening, mom won't come back. Exhausted, bent on getting down at once.

I told my mother that my little sister missed her very much.

"Well, well ..." My mother was so tired that she closed her eyes and undressed and said, "I know, I know. Don't talk to ...

Mom talked, mom was so sleepy ... "

I didn't finish my work, so I fell asleep holding my little sister.

The next day, my little sister woke up and cried for her mother.

I said, "Mom is hugging you, May! Don't believe it? What do you think this is? ……"

In the deep head print on the pillow, there are several white hairs of my mother.

I pinched it with two fingers and showed it to my little sister: "Isn't this mom's hair?" Except for mom's hair, we

Whose hair is so long? "

My little sister also pinched my mother's hair with two fingers and looked at it strangely; Then put it down.

In the deep sweat marks left by my mother on the pillow, I leaned over the pillow to watch. As if guarding the mother.

dear ...

The most pitiful is the mother on the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, National Day, New Year and Spring Festival. Mom can only sleep for two or three hours a day.

All five children need new clothes and have no money to buy them. Mother washes, sews, repairs and starches around the clock. If it's winter

In the kitchen, I washed it and took it outside for freezing in the middle of the night. The other half was taken back to the house and baked on the chimney. Mother Yu is afraid to sleep,

I'm afraid I'm burned. My mother is a strong woman. She hopes we can't wear new clothes on festivals celebrated all over the world.

Clothes, also want to wear clean from the inside out. They tried to beautify us even though the clothes were patched.

Our home.

Home is like a cellar, like a bird's nest, like a bird's nest between hills, the wall collapsed and the ceiling collapsed. It doesn't matter how much.

All the efforts made by a well-connected woman are exhausted in a few days.

Mother often said: "bees and ants all know how to clean their nests, let alone people!" " "

Mother put all her energy into talking about capital and insisted on making our home bigger in just a few days' holiday.

A little decent.

"Maybe someone will come!"

With such a beautiful wish, my mother worked with joy.

However, no one came.

Nobody came, and my mother didn't feel disappointed or disappointed.

Life has not turned mother into a regretful woman.

Mom is obviously holding an optimistic heart. What is the basis of optimism? at that time

I don't know, but now I seem to know the comfort in my mother's eyes when she looks at us.

She gave birth to us, and she will bring us up. She never doubted that she couldn't. Mother's optimism in the past

It may be based on this belief. The only firm belief.

We live on our mother. Just like a garlic seedling depends on a garlic tree. When we are judged by others.

Wait, mom, she has been absorbed by us. Without wealth and knowledge. A mother is a mother who has nothing. Tafeng

What is provided to us is full of love and warm efforts! Mom, mom! My old mother! I can't forgive.

Forgive my ingratitude and compassion.

Yes, I am so ungrateful and compassionate to my mother. I thought mothers should work like this.

Resentment I thought my mother was born to be such a hard-working woman who never felt tired. I thought mom was.

Tired but not broken. Actually, my mother has been exhausted many times. How many times do we dream in the dead of night?

Mother collapsed in bed, secretly afraid that death would find her head. But the next day, she was not herself.

Struggling to get up and go to work again ...

She often says to us, "Mom won't be tired. This is your blessing. "

We don't feel blessed, but we believe that our mother is tired.

In the Great Northern Wilderness, I ate salmon. The meat is pink, plump and fragrant. Bird Suri River or Heilongjiang River when

Locals used to wrap salmon meat in jiaozi as a treat.

Not long ago, I saw salmon on TV: the mother fish gave birth and the small fish hatched. I can't believe they rely on

Used to grow up with their mother. Mother fish writhed in pain, opened her eyes wide and opened them.

The mouth and its cheeks turn the water red. But don't run away until you die, until you become a skeleton. ...

My heart was strongly stimulated at that time.

When I grow up, I think of myself and my mother instantly.

Think about our 9.6 million square kilometers of land, where everything was and is in poverty.

Mothers who are forced to raise children. They have nothing. They are ordinary, ordinary and unknown. The best product

Virtue may be perseverance. They have no one to rely on except their own perseverance. However, they may be the most worthwhile.

The mother of their child! Because they pay for themselves. Think about that instinctive persistence that really makes me

Sadness. And there are many heroes after their lives, which is the most lasting beauty of mankind!

I remember another thing: when I was a child, my mother bought a dozen eggs and told us not to break them.

Said it was used to hatch chickens. When chickens grow up, if there are a few hens, they can often eat eggs. Mother man

Full of confidence, I picked up an egg when I was free, held it, covered it and gently rubbed it. I don't trust that chicken.

There will be life in the egg. One day, my mother came to the lamp with an egg in her hand and gave me the egg near the lamp.

He said, "Look, son! Isn't there something moving in the egg? "

I saw something moving in the translucent egg.

Mother's hands turned red, too.

That's blood!

Blood seems to be dripping from mother's fingers! ……

"Mom, throw it away!"

I jumped on my mother, grabbed the egg and broke it on the ground-in the egg liquid, an shapeless ugly life.

Life is crawling. I step on it with my foot. Not out of cruelty, but out of fear. I think it's shapeless and ugly.

A humble life must be changed, because he sucked her blood through her hand! I looked up.

Mom, my mother is so pale and full of fear. I believe what I think is right. I don't want it

Mother's hard work has been sucked dry! No matter which one is trampled to death by me, it is an invisible ugly life or evil.

Poverty! Because I know very well that if we are rich, some people will be happy even if we live in a decaying coffin.

Come and visit, whether it's holidays or ordinary days. Bring all kinds of gifts. ...

"No, no!" I cried.

I shouted, "I don't eat eggs!" " Do not eat! Mom, I'm afraid ... "

Mother said angrily, "You are a guilty child! You killed a little life! What are you afraid of? "

I said, "Mom, I'm afraid you'll die ... It sucks your blood ..."

Mother looked down at me, hesitated for a moment, and silently held me in her arms. Hold on tight ...

Finally, all the chicks hatched, one like yellow velvet, lively and lovely. They have grown up. There are three of them.

A hen. Every few days, we can eat eggs. But I dare not eat it for a long time, right?

However, I have a special feeling about those chickens. I regard them as the eastern unity of human nature and think they are related by blood.

Relationship between ...

Three consecutive years of natural disasters have put our country in the same difficult period. State-run stores only sell one kind.

Meat-"artificial meat" is made from rice swill after precipitation. Grains are precious, and rice soup is naturally limited.

"Artificial meat" can only buy one catty per month according to the purchase book. Later, "artificial" processing failed to collect enough raw materials.

Produced rice swill, "artificial meat" will be difficult to buy. In today's words, it is "hot". Want to buy it?

You have to "go through the back door"

In the program "Serving the People", China Central Broadcasting Station should spread its enthusiasm to a layer of green in the river ditch.

Eat, it's called Chlorella. Moreover, it is rich in this element and that element, and has extremely high nutritional value. ...

Mom gets off work later. But I bring back a pocket and a half of money every day. I am surprised that my mother can climb trees.

Go save money. However, this is why she climbed some tall elms in the factory.

"Is there a' foreign pull'?"

Mother always asks this question when we wash clothes.

We can always find it.

We always say no.

We know that my mother, like many women, is not timid, but extremely afraid of caterpillars like "foreign pull" that she bites.

Angela Yu Chien was our good fruit. We just don't think mom should be afraid to give it because she is afraid of' foreign pull'

We are wasting money again. If there is a meal at home at the beginning of the month, my mother will mix some bean noodles with salt in Yucaier.

Steamed for us to eat. Delicious. If there is no bean powder, mother will make soup for us to drink before the rain. Not only salt, but also salt.

Oil. Delicious.

One day, my mother was helped back by her workmates-when she was saving money in a tree, she suddenly saw that she was covered with "foreign countries"

Pull ",fell down in surprise. ...

I said to my mother, "Mom, I will go to the factory with you in the future." I climb trees better than you, and I'm not afraid of "foreign pull" ... "

Mother stroked my head and said, "Son, children are not allowed in the factory."

The next day, I stubbornly went to work with my mother. No matter what mom says, the doorman always shakes his head.

I am firmly forbidden to enter the factory.

I had to stand outside the factory gate and watch my mother go to the factory alone. I don't think my mother will go home.

Will leave me outside the factory. After a while, I heard my mother calling me in a low voice. I saw my mother outside the high wall, to

I waved my hand. I slipped down the wall when the guard was not looking, and my mother quickly grabbed my hand and ran away. What a big factory.

What a tall wall. After running for a while, I ran to a hole in the wall, from which the factory discharged sewage for a while.

Line up for a while. Every once in a while, my mother and I entered the factory one after another. Yulin appeared in front of me and I was very happy.

I beamed. I can't help but have a selfish possessiveness in my heart-all my trees! Then I'll

Plug up the hole in the wall first, and then raise two dogs to look after the forest. Of course it should be a fierce German shepherd!

My mother told me, "Don't wander around. If anyone asks you, say you came in through that hole yourself. ten million

Don't tell mom. Or mom will be criticized! When you leave, you must drill that hole! "

Mother said that and left in a hurry.

I packed a sack full of money, came out of that hole, carried it on my shoulder and walked home happily.

Grab a handful of elm money from the grain bag from time to time and eat it while walking.

As a result, I followed several children about my age. Staring at my chewing mouth drools.

"Give some!"

"Give some!"

"No, just tell us where the tree is!"

I won't say a word. Let's go.

"If you don't give it, grab it!"

I run.

"grab!"

"Don't grab the white!"

They caught up with me and pushed me down. snatch ...

By the time I got up from the ground, the "robbers" had fled everywhere and even snatched the grain bags.

I stood stupefied and the ground was trampled green.

I left in anger.

Looking back, an old woman found it there. ...

After my mother got off work, I cried to my mother about what happened to me. I was miserable.

Mother listened carefully. All these things, my mother always listens silently first, without interrupting me, patiently and sympathetically.

Son. It was not until her children felt that there was nothing to add that the mother came to a conclusion calmly.

Mother said flatly, "It's all your fault." You should give them some, you've already rolled a bag! All children, all

Starving to death. Still so stingy, won't they rob you? Remember in the future, if you encounter this kind of enjoyment again, you will provoke others to rob you.

Before, take the initiative to give and take the initiative to divide. If others are satisfied with you, you won't suffer ... "

Mother is often like a judge, or a mediator, comforting and comforting us and the society.

Fang Gang's conflict has never been a lengthy discipline. Always speak in a few words, clearly, right and wrong.

Straight, serious. And act as if she is absolutely fair, I hope we can accept her logic.

When we accepted it, my mother was very happy and praised us: good boy.

Mother's logic is kind logic, which contains a seemingly indisputable and helpless "forbearance".

We have to nod our heads in order to make our mother happy.

Maybe it's from snacks? Later, due to personality reasons, I unfortunately gave birth to unyielding rebellion.

Now 39 years old, I have a lot of battles with people and things, not to mention scars, but also bruises. Every time I chew my mother.

Past warnings make me hate being a coward. I have repented for a long time, and I often ponder from my mother to me.

A word "forbearance". Or vice versa, or "antinomy". But often in "self-denial"

After the ceremony, there were many questions. I don't know whether being a person is good or bad. ……

After a rain, Yucai turned into elm leaves.

Elm leaves can also be used as "small tofu". Make elm leaf soup. Slippery, as if the soup had been powdered.

However, the canteen in the mother's factory closely guarded Yang Shulin, and the elm leaves became the workers' uncles and

Aunt's dish.

Farewell, noisy "little tofu" ...

Goodbye, green "slippery" ...

Farewell, let me have a strong possessiveness and fantasize about waiting for the wolves in the whole elm forest. ...

We are a socialist country, and according to the principle of distribution, we can make "small tofu" or "slick".

Elm Ye Er "* * * production", originally also in the process of cleaning up. It's my own dark heart

Thought, at that time, was a bit of spontaneous bourgeois egoism.

But I'm neither beautiful nor cursed.

Mom still has something to give us, a bulging small cloth bag-a bunch of dog tail grass.

Dog tail grass can't be eaten as "small tofu"

Can't do "sliding" drinking.

But you can knit furry puppies, kittens, rabbits, Xiao Lv and camels. ...

Mom always has something to take back to the lonely children who look forward to her leaving work every day.

Mom seems to feel sorry for us. She didn't take anything.

Whatever it is, it can be eaten instead of food. Strange or not,

Shaking out of my mother's shabby little cloth bag, everything seems to be beautiful. Even in the eyes of other children

Something you don't care about. The important thing is that we feel the meaning of our mother's heart.

Kindness It is a unique "alternative food" with noble nutrition supply in difficult years!

Mother knows this very well.

One day, on my way home from school, I was attracted by a carriage parked in front of the shop. The thin horse is in the shade.

Still thinking like a philosopher. The boss is sleeping in the carriage with his head under the pillow.

Yes, it's bean cake.

A quarter!

One of my classmates is the son of the district chief. Once, he gave me and several classmates a big steamed stuffed bun. It's delicious.

We smacked when we finished eating.

"What kind of steamed stuffed bun is this?"

"Bean cake!"

"Bean cake? Where do you use bean cakes in your family? "

"His father is the district head!"

We fell silent.

Bean cake is the privilege of a district head in difficult times.

It's bean cake ...

I walked around the carriage again and again, guessing that the boss was really asleep, so I started.

Go smoke that bean cake.

The boss is not asleep.

The 40-year-old rural man opened his eyes slightly and looked at me, and I looked at him.

He said, "Go away."

I said, "Let's go."

You can't steal, you have to rob!

He jerked out a quarter of a bean cake from under his head, which hit his head heavily on the carriage board.

He pushed the crowd away again and stared at me.

I also watched him become speechless.

"You ..."

I started running, holding a quarter of a bean cake in my hand, which was heavy.

"Bean cake! My bean cake! Stop. ……"

The boss in a daze didn't realize what was going on until I ran for a long time and shouted to chase me.

I ran faster, like a kangaroo, jumping around the complex terrain around my home, thinking I was lost.

I ran into someone to catch up with my tail.

Mother asked, "What's the matter? Where did the bean cake come from? "

I was anxious and said, "mom, hide the bean cake quickly ... he chased me!" ..... "But

Still holding the bean cake tightly, squatting on the ground panting.

"Who chased you?"

"A car boss ..."

"Why chase you?"

"Woman, you don't ask! ……"

Mother stopped asking and went outside.

I hid the bean cake in the box myself, thought about it and ran out.

"Where are you going?"

Mom drank me.

"Hide there!"

I pointed behind the sand.

"Don't hide! Stand here. "

"Woman! You can't hide! He chased you and asked you, you said you didn't see a child at all! What else can he do?

what's up ……"

"How dare you hide!" Mother became extremely strict: "I don't need you to teach me what to say!" " "

I saw the boss with the whip, who appeared angrily, looked around for a while, and then ran to my house. He ran to me and me.

Looked me up and down for half a minute in front of my mother. Standing next to my mother, I'm a little afraid to rush.

I think I took his bean cake, and the whip in my hand was involuntarily carried behind my back.

"The elder sister, see a child ran this way? Holding a big piece of bean cake ... "

I said; "No, no! We have never even seen anyone! "

"Strange, it is obviously running this way!" He muttered, "I'm quite a big man, but."

It was robbed by this child. Who told me that I really don't believe it ... "

He turned away angrily.

"Don't go." Unexpectedly, his mother stopped him and said, "You are chasing my son."

He stared at me, then at my mother, as if to attack, but restrained, almost somewhat humbly said:

"Elder sister, you don't get me wrong, I don't want to how your son! Force ... this is a simple exercise ... give it back to me,

That's my food for tomorrow and tomorrow ... "A rural person's wisdom and inferiority in front of urban people.

My mother said to me again, "Did you hear that? Give it back to others! "

I hurried back to the house, moved the bean cake out of the grain cabinet, reluctantly walked out and walked to the boss's son.

When he saw it, his hands held him back.

He put the whip rod obliquely on the waist belt and took it with both hands, as if to see if it was small.

His mother was ashamed and said, "I am not strict with my adopted son. You have been laughed at!" " ! The fire in your heart will also be lit. or

Beat and scold, the child is at your disposal! ……"

"Kiddo, YanChong! Heavy words! I am not a person who must be unreasonable. Forget it. These days, very good.

The child is hungry, too! ……"

On the contrary, he looks embarrassed.

"Don't bow your head and admit your mistake!"

Under the threat of my mother's stern eyes, I bowed to the car boss like a head.

Bow.

My axe was caught in a firewood and left at the door.

Without saying a word, the owner pulled out his axe and put the bean cake in front of my house. Hehe, several times, it was chopped into pieces.

The crumbs fell and were cut in half.

He picked up a half in one hand, weighed it with both hands, handed it to his mother, and said generously, "Sister, this is."

Take half! "

"That won't do, it's your dish!"

Mother declined. The boss insisted, but the mother declined, so she had to accept it and went into the house to take out two steamed buns.

And kimchi pimples for the owner. It's the owner's turn to refuse again What happened in the end? It's true to see my mother.

Actually, I finally accepted it. He put a hat on his head, put bean cakes in his pocket, and even said, "Really, really,

Instead, it took a big advantage of you. What a pity! ……"

He picked his way around our house among ditches, sand piles, ruins and stone yards, and got stuck in his lower back.

With a long whip, it looks like the antenna of the longicorn.

"You, think about it today!"

It was not until dinner that my mother said this to me. Ignore me and step on me. Or tell me what to do.

Son. And it hurts me more than hitting me and scolding me.

I picked up my rice bowl and muttered with my head down, "Mom, I was wrong ..."

"look up."

I looked up like a sinner and dared not look at my mother.

"Look at mom."

Mother's expression is more serious than condemnation.

"You all remember that beggars are poor, but they are not shameful. There is nothing wrong with being humble when you are desperate.

Yao. Stealing makes people hate! Mom hates you as others hate you! Except for this face,

Mom, there is no honor! If you want to embarrass your mother, you can steal and rob ... "

Mother shed tears.

We all cried. ...

Summer and autumn go hand in hand. Winter is coming. I like winter, and the heavy snow makes everything around my home.

Everything is dirty and white. I am afraid of winter, and the cold makes my lonely and low shack become.

Icehouse

That winter, we had a companion-a puppy. I found it on my way home from school.

The snow was buried, and only ears were exposed from the snow. It tripped me. I thought it was a dead dog. I didn't look until I pushed the snow away with my feet.

It's alive. I'm freezing. This aroused my pity. So it has a home. We have a companion.

Son. A beautiful puppy, black and white, like a Polish cow. He has a leather ring around his neck. Picanershang

A small bronze medal. There is a "3" color on the small bronze medal. It is unstable and often lies on its stomach. Walk unsteadily.

Stumbling. His front foot was raised high, and he stepped on it desperately, so his chin touched the ground. Thanks to the chin landing,

Otherwise, you will fall headlong. Feed it rice soup, but it doesn't drink well. Mouth around the broken basin, five or six times.

You can have a sip of rice soup. At first I thought it was a blind dog. I tried its eyes, but it was not blind. And those timid dogs

Eyes, revealing infinite humanity, begging for mercy. I suspect it was just frozen. It's beautiful and clumsy,

Just like a beautiful little girl with epilepsy, her brown dog eyes are not only like people, but also like

Is completely feminine. I didn't resent its clumsiness in my last life. So are my brothers and sisters.

We really need a little friend.

It's kind of one.