Touching stories of animals and people

At the foot of the Alps, there is a famous monastery called Saint Bernard Monastery. Dean Vantis is a very learned and kind old man. He engaged in charity and domesticated a life-saving dog, which was tall, strong and black as charcoal. He named it Hermon. In the season when mountains are closed by heavy snow, people are often in distress in the mountains. As soon as Dean Vandis received the distress message, he put a life-saving bag around Herman's neck-containing spirits, sausages, bread and other things, and then sniffed the clothes of the people in distress. After all this was arranged, Hermon flew into the mountains like an arrow. It tracks the breathing of people in distress all the way until it finds them. When people in distress see the black monk, it is like seeing a savior. They untied the bag brought by the black monk, used spirits to drive away the cold, used ointment to wipe frostbite, and used sausages and bread to satisfy their hunger. Then, they followed the black monk out of the jungle and came to St. Bernard monastery. If the person in distress can't walk, Hemon still has paper and pens in his bag. If the person in distress writes down his own situation and needs on paper, Hemon will bring the paper tape back for help, and then the ambulance personnel will rush to the scene to help. Over the past few years, Hermon has saved 40 people and become more and more famous. It was a cold winter, the Alps were covered with heavy snow, and amateur mountaineer Watson disappeared in an avalanche. The head of the mountaineering club took off a shirt before Watson entered the mountain and hurried to Dean Vantis for help. Dean Wantis immediately called Herman and fed him a few pounds of beef and milk to let him smell Watson's shirt. Hermon is familiar with all this. He squatted in front of the dean, who personally hung a life-saving bag for him. His wet eyes were serious and solemn. The dean kissed and hugged it like a farewell fighter, and drew a cross on its forehead according to religious ceremony, wishing it a safe journey. Then, he held out his hand to Hermon, who politely stuck out his tongue and kissed it. "Son, let's go! This is the forty-first one! " Dean gently waved to hermon and whispered. Like a flash of lightning, the darkness quickly disappeared in the snowy Alps. As usual, it is full of confidence in its task. Hermon climbed over three snow barriers and finally found amateur mountaineer Watson by relying on the smell that only he could distinguish. Watson's hood, snow goggles, walking crutches, food bags and map bags were scattered around a snow-covered bush, but Watson himself was buried in the snow. The snow covered his body, and he lay on his back, revealing only a face covered with a thin layer of ice. Hermon squatted next to Watson-it was him, and the smell of the shirt he had just smelled was the same. It's settled down. It needs to breathe. Hermon stretched out his red tongue and radiated all the heat, expecting Watson to get up, take out the food in his life-saving bag, fill his stomach, restore his strength, and then go back with him, just like people in distress in the past. Hermon slowed down, but Watson didn't mean to get up. Hermon walked around Watson several times and began to arch the snow. Hermon leaned over Watson's nose and sniffed for a while. Suddenly, he had a brainwave, stuck out his tongue and licked his face. The biting cold passed from his tongue to his heart. It paused, retracted its tongue, waited until the cold tongue warmed in its mouth, and then stretched out and stuck it tightly to Watson's face. It knows that things will get better as long as Watson wakes up. Watson collapsed in hunger and gradually lost consciousness when he was unable to struggle. Now, the heat in Herman's body is transferred to his head through his tongue, which stimulates the brain nerves and makes him regain consciousness. Watson couldn't turn his stiff neck or open his eyes completely. His first thought was-Wolf! Watson almost fainted from fright. He knows the nature of wolves. Aren't some hunters, herbalists and explorers eaten by wolves in the mountains? When the avalanche happened, he got rid of all the parcels on his body, holding only a sharp dagger in his hand. Now the new danger forced him to gather all his strength, pull out his right arm covered with snow and lift a sharp dagger-a cold light brush. ................................................................................................................................, who stabbed Heimeng in the chest without preparation, suddenly suffered a fatal blow, which it had never encountered in previous life-saving activities and was never expected. At that moment, it understood what was happening in front of it. A sharp pain made it let out a wild and rude roar, and a deep echo came from the valley. Hermon jumped around Watson like crazy, and the blood stained the white snow. It was depressed, resentful, angry, and miserable ... Suddenly, it turned around, opened its jaws, exposed its sharp white teeth, and jumped at Watson's throat ... However, it suddenly stopped. It closed its mouth, and the evil light in its eyes gradually dissipated-it saw Watson close his eyes and passed out. Hermon hung his head, and he couldn't bite the dagger inserted in his chest. At this time, it suddenly had a strong feeling, hoping to return to its owner, Dean Vantis. It stumbled along the route without looking back, dripping blood all the way ... Dean Vandis finished his evening prayers and was waiting for Hermon to come back. When he heard a slight intermittent knock on the door, as if something was scratching, he couldn't wait to open the door at once. As soon as the door opened, with a loud cry, Hermon came at him and fell at his feet. A long blood trail extends from behind Herman to the distance. The dean was shocked, and he immediately understood that Hermon had suffered misfortune. He crouched down and saw a dagger stuck in Hemmon's chest. Although the tip of the knife didn't touch the heart, it cut off the artery and Hemmon's blood almost dried up. The dean was deeply saddened. He pulled out his dagger and identified it carefully. He found Watson's name engraved on the handle of this exquisite Finnish knife. At this time, Hermon was heartbroken. He let out a deep sob, and his moist eyes stared at Dean Vandis, as if remembering the life that accompanied him day and night in recent years. The dean's heart ached, and he held out his hand trembling. But unlike what he thought, this time Hermon could not stick out his tongue to politely repay his master's caress. It just moved its head gently, put its face on the back of the dean's hand, exhaled the last few breaths and gradually stopped breathing. Herman is dead. Watson survived. Following the blood of Black Gate, rescuers found Watson. Watson's misunderstanding made him make a mistake that he would regret all his life. But everything has passed, nothing in the world can be changed, and no one can make life come back ... Hermon is buried in the cemetery of monks. Forty-one rescued people, including Watson, made voluntary donations, built a grave for Herman and set up a tombstone engraved with the names of the 41 people in distress rescued by Herman. In the last part of the tombstone, Watson carved a poem by the English poet Byron-you have all the virtues of human beings, but there are no human defects.

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Golden footprints

Two or three days ago, our servant caught a little fox from the mountains. To this day, no matter what it is fed, it doesn't want to eat. On the bare oak forest, the lonely moon is exposed. Fox sat alone in the nest, with his neck upturned and howling. This is a clear and sad voice. Masataro stared at the fox. He thought Fox might be calling his mother-mother-how poor Fox is! In the middle of the night, Akita barked and Masataro was awakened. Mom and dad slept soundly. Masataro got up quietly and looked at the barn with wide eyes. I saw a big fox swaggering towards Akita Dog with a trembling chicken in his mouth. Akita pounced on him, and the old fox quickly turned and ran away. Akita dog goes after it. Before long, dogs will bark in the distance. At this moment, another old fox appeared quietly. When the little fox saw the old fox, he kept humming and rubbing his nose against the old fox's body. It wanted to go with the old fox, but it was caught by the chain just after two or three steps. This was repeated two or three times before the old fox found the chain. It bit hard with its teeth, and it took a long time to realize that it was futile, so it lay on the ground and nursed the little fox. I don't know when, the fox father who led the dog out came back. Its neck is straight, pay attention to them. After a while, Father Fox let out a cry of alarm. Mother fox had to leave her children. The two old foxes looked back again and disappeared into the dark forest. Later, the old fox never came again. "Probably feel can't save the fox, dead heart. It's better to untie the little fox early. This is really pitiful. " Masataro thought. Strangely, although the fox has not eaten yet, it is growing day by day. At noon that day, Masataro casually walked to the fox's nest and suddenly heard a click. There is nothing around, but the footprints of foxes are clearly printed on the wet ground. "Ha ha! How dare you come during the day! " Masataro suddenly understood the reason why the fox appeared during the day. "Yes, the dog is tied during the day!" But how did they escape so fast? I disappeared as soon as I heard the sound! Masataro looked under the floor and got a fright. Four green eyes stared at him. Those are just Fox's parents. They stared at Masataro for a while, then quietly climbed up the brick that led from under the floor to the upper room, climbed to the place where the kitchen stove was put, and disappeared. The old fox made a nest under the floor! Masataro found that the two old foxes were darker than before, probably because they thought about the little foxes and obviously lost weight. Masataro really wants to untie Fox. Just then, the old fox began to do something unusual, which made him give up the idea: the old fox realized that he could not stop biting the chain anyway, so he bit off the stake that tied the chain. Masataro thought it might be better for the old fox to rescue the little fox with his own strength. Masataro decided to send food to the hungry old fox. Whenever he cooks oily tofu at home, he leaves some under the floor; Pour a glass of milk into the broken bowl under the floor every day. After a while, the old fox and Masataro met. Sometimes when no one is at home, Masataro's door will ring softly. Two foxes squeezed in through the crack of the door, licked Masataro's hand, and slowly paced up and down the room with peace of mind. When the fox sees Masataro, he will lick his hand gently with his rough pink tongue. The old fox never forgets to save the little fox. Gradually, the stake was bitten very thin. How happy the old fox was when he rescued the little fox with his own strength! Masataro's eyes welled up with tears at the thought of these. One day, Masataro came home from school, passed the barn and looked into the fox's nest, but he didn't even see the fox's shadow. He hurried to ask his mother, who told him that the fox had been taken away by Mr. An Tian. Masataro was in a hurry. He said the fox must be returned to its parents. Say that finish, ran towards Mr. An Tian's ranch on the other side of the mountain. Masataro ran and ran, and accidentally stepped on the snow on the edge of the cliff. As the snow fell, he lost consciousness. I don't know how long it took, but Masataro felt his face warm. He struggled to open his eyes and saw a big fox licking his cheek in the dim light. Another fox squatted on his chest, warming his body. The next day, Masataro invited the fox back and went to the valley with his father to set him free. The little fox just ran out of a dozen meters away, and the old fox came running from nowhere, jumping around the little fox happily, and then swishing towards the depths of the forest together. Facing the dazzling morning sun, the foxes' footprints are shining with golden light, extending all the way to the depths of the dense forest.