Morning reading of “Children’s memories”
In the Zodiac, my favorite animal is the cow.
This is not all because I am a cow, but also because I have had a love that I can’t forget.
When I was only a teenager, I was a responsible calf.
At that time there were six or seven cows in the production team. I was grazing an old ox.
The cow is small, but the cow listens to me. I call it away, it just goes, I call it stop, it stops.
The cow is a “big labor”. When the busy season is over, the farming, hoeing, hoeing, plowing, and all kinds of farm work are inseparable from it.
As soon as I removed the skeleton of the cow, I took the cow and let it go to eat grass and drink water.
Look at it, eat it slowly, and drink it with joy. I am also very happy and happy.
When the cow was full and full, he looked up and screamed a few times, as if he was monopolizing me.
After a short break, I took it to Tiantou again. The hard oxen started a new work, and behind it, left a scent of scented earth.
On a hot day, the cow was panting, and I saw that my father had picked up the bamboo branches and slammed its ass.
I distressedly told my father not to fight, but my father said: “Do not fight, do not fight, can it be hardworking?
“I saw tears in the eyes of the cow.”
Going home at noon, I brought it to the grass to eat it, but it didn’t even smell it, just lying in the cowshed and panting, it must be a cow.
I said to my father: “Let the cow rest for a long time in the afternoon.
“But the father did not agree. He severely thought:” How can a cow get sick, he said.
“In the afternoon, my father was still driving the cattle and continued to plow the fields.”
Not much can’t be plowed, the big yellow calf slammed down.
Later, an experienced old farmer gave the cow a kind of folk medicine called “vegetable oil salt” to turn the cow into safety.
In the days of slack farming, I have to hurry up the mountain to graze and feed the cattle.
I made a flute with the golden bamboo in the hawthorn, often riding on the back of the cow. The melodious flute sounded the children in the mountains to the heart, and brought joy to the big yellow cow.Beautiful scenery in the mountains.
The ox is very kind to me and never bullies me.
I also know a lot about the temper of the cow, when I am hungry, when I am thirsty, I know.
When the cow is eating grass, I especially like to stand by and see how beautiful and honest the face is; how bright and bright its big eyes are!
Its eyelashes twitch from time to time; its clever ears, agile tails are constantly swaying while driving invading mosquitoes.
Look at its thick mouth, licking the green grass, chewing slowly and slowly. I took a tender grass and handed it to it. It was eaten with gusto, and without a tongue, gently glaring at me.The little hand seems to say, “Is there still, is there?
“But, the cow also has a big temper.”
Once, I rode on the shoulder of her, and it was too slow to slam it.
This can be a disaster, the old ox has actually launched a cow that has never been, and rushed to run.
I only felt like a whirlwind on the back of the cow. When I was “difficult to ride a cow”, I was suddenly smashed down and fell on a pile of rocks. I was unconscious. I couldn’t think of it later, the miracle happened: the old oxFollowed the original footprints and ran home, “哞, 哞” called out loud and led the family to save me.
When I was 13 or 14 years old, my father added a new task to me, that is, I must lick (捡) some cow dung every time I go out to release the cow.
Cow dung is a farmer’s treasure, with good fertility, and 30 points can get 2 points.
Of course, I have nothing to say. I said that I would do it. On several occasions, the cow dung that I had returned was thirty or forty pounds, and I received my father’s compliment.
The ancients said: “If you enter the abalone, you will not smell it for a long time.
“Working with the cows all day, mixing with the cow dung, I really don’t feel anything stinking, but I still smell a faint grassy fragrance.”
Sometimes I can’t find cow dung everywhere, I have to follow the cow tightly, and my eyes are fixed on the cow’s buttocks, as if it would be golden.
Speaking of cow dung, it’s really a good baby!
Completely relieved my illness.One winter, my heart was suffering from a strange sore, and I was crying all day.
It is said that this was accidentally stepping on the dead snake on the mountain and letting the snake bone poke.
If the snake bone is not removed in time, the whole foot will rot.
I listened more scared.
An old farmer told my father that it would be good to step on the foot in the cow dung, but the cow dung must be fresh, preferably just smashed out and hot.
My father really did what he said. It was really effective, and it took a few times. My feet didn’t hurt, and I was able to walk.
Today, fifty or sixty years have passed, but I still remember, and as if I still realize how warm the cow dung that has just emerged from the old ox’s buttocks.
With the development of society and the advancement of agricultural modernization, there are fewer and fewer cattle farming, and some are only for the “vegetable cattle” that people slaughter and taste.