In my hometown, almost every family has to raise a pig, and some farms even have several pigs. Pigs have become one of the animals I know best.

One year, my father went to the village market in early spring to buy a piglet. After the piglet came to my house, my brother and I kept it as pets. In fact, the little pig is still quite cute, it has a wealth of thoughts, but it is not good at "talking". Since it was still a bit cold at that time, we released the piglet after the sun came out and let it bask in the sun.

It is often not so peaceful when it comes out, and always arches around with its head down. My brother was at one end of the field, and I was stuck at this end. The piglet ran back and forth between me and my brother, but the pig was a pig, and it was not as graceful as a horse or as agile as a monkey. It's running and arching the ground, like a geological prospector, and as he goes, he has to figure out what rock formations are underground. Of course, geological prospectors are the heroes of mankind, and such an act of the little pig is destined to become a dish in the delicacies of mankind.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for the little pig to get sick and lose track of what it was. The piglet began to fight to the death of the disease, and although the veterinarian kept giving it injections, his condition began to deteriorate, and he began to walk from side to side.

It did not give up the idea of living at the end of its life, and still struggled to run around, however, in the end, it was still succumbed to the disease.

It's dead!

Although it is not so cute, it has been a happy time with us after all. My brother and I were a little sad. Its funeral was simple, my father dug a pit in a vacant lot, and my brother and I carried its body and threw it in the dug pit. There was no sorrow, no ritual, and so it ended its short life.

I stood in silence for a long time at the place where it was buried, and suddenly I felt an inseparable feeling, not because of its loveliness, but because it had spent a good time with us.

On a whim, I quietly ran to the house and found a piece of cardboard. He took out a brush and ink to write in large letters, and wrote "Tomb of the Little Pig" on the cardboard in a twisted way. As an accomplice, my brother knew about this, and I sneakily told my brother that as long as this matter is not publicized, there are benefits. At that time, he didn't say that there was any benefit to his younger brother, and his younger brother nodded again and again.

The next night, my father ran to the house in a rage and asked who had done this. In fact, why does my father need to ask, I didn't do this, is there anyone else?

In the face of my father's severe reprimand, I was ashamed and embarrassed. I still bravely stood up and admitted that I was the mastermind of this matter. My father ordered me to remove the big words that were full of affection. I bowed my head to the burial place of the little pig, carefully stepped on the loess covering it, and took off the four big characters.

When I took off my calligraphy, I still didn't really realize the mistake in my heart. I faced the direction of the little pig and bowed deeply three times to show my nostalgia and reluctance to it.

Thinking of this clip, I smiled faintly in my heart. At that time, we were so affectionate, full of life and death. I was amazed at what I did when I was a child. is even more exaggerated than the protagonist of a romance drama. But I have to appreciate how pure my feelings were at that time.

It is indeed a very ridiculous thing to erect a monument to a piglet, but it also shows a teenager's sympathy and love for small animals. In the heart of that teenager, the little pig is far more than the value of a little pig. It is a friend and a partner.

Of course, my father's reprimand to me at that time was also right, and his starting point was the strong side of human beings, as an upright person, how could he erect a monument for a small animal!

The world of small children is beautiful only because their hearts are good, they have no worldly ideas, and they do not have any moral constraints. In their minds, there is not even good or evil. As long as you give him a candy, even if there is a fire pit in front of him, he is willing to jump in and give it a try.

We grow up, but we lose the best part of our souls. It is impossible to erect a monument for a little pig, without that feeling, let alone that thought.

The past of the little pig reminds me of another cute animal, when I was a child, I also raised a few rabbits, looking at their fluffy appearance, like elves sent by angels, the love is indescribable.

Until one day, when it was time to put it on the table, my heart was like a knife. Watching the sticks fall on its head one by one, hearing its miserable cry, I suddenly lost my appetite for rabbit meat.

No amount of mercy and sympathy can reverse the fact that human beings dominate the world. Reality is destined to make us let go of our love again and again, pick up the butcher's knife of the ruler, and cut at those beautiful souls.

Later, I found that my mind was numb, and I was completely indifferent to the slaughter of small animals. And think that their slaughter is the rule of this world, and no longer cry and weep for them.

If there is reincarnation, I wish I could become that little pig, or the rabbit that I eat. Reshuffle the rules and give them a taste of what it's like to dominate the world.

If that were the case, there would be no opportunity to speak, no opportunity to cry, and no opportunity to write. To run is to be slaughtered.