(a)

We walked side by side outside the walls of the sports field. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

You pluck a small yellow flower from the grass by the side of the road.

You look at it. You say, "That's it." ”

I said, "What? ”

You say, "I don't know what it's called, but its leaves are delicious." Sweet and sour. ”

I said, "How do you know?" ”

You say, "I ate its leaves when I was a child." I always remember it. ”

You say, "There's a story in here, do you want to hear it?" ”

I said, "Hmm. Of course I want to hear it. ”

You say, "When I was a child, my family lived in a bungalow with a meadow in front of it and there were many of these flowers. At that time, my mother fed a black hen in the garden, and she had a very good relationship with me. When others catch it, it clucks and flappes its wings and runs around, but when I try to catch it, it never runs. It always tightened its wings and squatted on the ground for me to pick it up. ”

You say, "I don't know why it trusts me so much." But it was so touching to see it trust me so much and put its whole life in my hands. ”

"Our relationship is getting better and better. It often pecks at rice grains in the palm of my hand to eat. After school, I often go outside to pick the grass he likes to eat, and come back and cut it into small pieces with scissors to feed it. To this day, I still remember the way the green juice stained the scissors. ”

You say, "When I feed him grass, he stands there and strokes his neck and feathers whatever I want." I sometimes think we must have known each other before. It may have been a relative or friend of mine in the past. ”

(b)

You say, "One day, when I came home, I heard this hen cooing at my feet. It seemed to have something to say to me. ”

"When I crouched down, it staggered past me. Then it staggered back again. When I came back, I had this little yellow flower in my mouth. ”

He put the flower on the ground, pecked it very carefully, and picked up the remaining rhizomes and leaves again. It cooed at me. ”

"I held out my palm to it, and it put this in my hand. Its round eyes sparkled at me, full of anticipation. ”

Suddenly, I understood what it meant. It's giving me food. It was delicious, and I might accept delicious food. ”

"When I realized this, I was moved. So, without even thinking about it, I picked a leaf, wiped it clean, put it in my mouth and tasted it. It tastes really good. Sweet and sour. Like the taste of some kind of fruit. ”

I said, "What about later?" ”

You say, "Later, when my family found out about it, my father beat me up." He pointed to my nose and said, "Are you crazy hungry?!" Why do you put everything in your mouth! Didn't you have enough food at home? ”

You say, "My mom protected me in many things, but this time, she also stood on the side with my dad and counted me down for hours." She was very supportive of my father's lessons. However, when it was time for dinner, she made an extra fried dumpling for me to eat. I said that I was full, and she said that she must let me eat the fried dumplings again. ”

While watching me eat, she said, "Son, don't you usually eat enough?"

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "What if those flowers and plants are poisonous in them?" She said, Mom is the only son of you. If anything happens to you, Mom can't live anymore. If you don't have enough to eat and you want to eat, you can tell your mother, who knows that your father is very strict with you, but as long as you want it, your mother will try to make you eat as much as you want. ”

She said, whatever you want to eat, Mom will find it for you. Just don't eat indiscriminately anymore. ”

You say, "Watching my mom's tears fall down in strings, I feel like I've made a big mistake." But I don't think I've done anything wrong. How could I not have accepted its gift at the time. I never knew that a small animal could do that. How can it let its intentions be disappointed? ”

You say, "When I was a child, I was troubled by such a thing. ”

Speaking of which, you smile a little self-deprecatingly.

You say, "This is probably the first time I have understood the meaning of filial piety and righteousness." ”

(c)

I asked, "What happened later?" ”

You say, "When the hen saw me eating it for the first time, she was very enthusiastic about it." Every day when I come home from school, I can see it waiting for me with a leaf in its mouth. I still remember its sincere eyes, such sparkling eyes, pure and innocent, full of desire for dedication, without any bad thoughts. ”

I asked, "And later?" What happened to that hen? ”

You say, "Later, there will be no later." ”

"One day, I came home from school and didn't see the hen coming to greet me. When I got home, I asked my mom where our black hen had gone. Mom said: At noon, your father came to an old comrade-in-arms, and your father caught and killed him to entertain his friends. I stewed a big bowl of chicken soup, and I left you a chicken leg and two eggs that didn't lay. ”

You say, "At that time, when I heard this, it felt like a thunderbolt had fallen overhead. I was there all at once. My mother looked at me strangely and said, "What's wrong with you?" You don't have a fever, do you? Then she reached out and touched my forehead. My tears fell all at once. I cried and said, "How can you kill it!" How can you kill me without asking! With that, I turned around and ran out. ”

You say, "At that time, I felt like the most ungrateful friend in the world." My heart was filled with guilt. I was sad for many days because of this, and finally I really had a high fever. I burned so much that my mouth was foaming and my mom was terrified. ”

You say, "This is the first time I've experienced the death of a friend. Later, I didn't eat that bowl of chicken soup at all. I can't even look at it. ”

Speaking of which. You bow your head. You don't talk anymore.

You hear a little voice around you.

You look up at me. You touched my arm.

You say, "Crying? ”

I said, "Hmm. My heart is so sad. ”

You look at me for a moment.

You say, "It would be grateful if it knew that you shed tears for it." ”

I said, "I don't deserve that gratitude." Only the power that can stop all this misfortune is worthy. ”

(iv)

I said, "No wonder you don't eat much meat." It turned out to be because of this. ”

You say, "yes." At the dinner table, it will be very uncomfortable to see the chicken head and chicken feet in the bowl or something. ”

I said, "Let me taste it too?" Those leaves? ”

You pluck a leaf, wipe it, and hand it to me.

Sure enough, it tastes good. Kind of like hawthorn.

I said, "Your friend's recommendation is so good." ”

You say, "It's nice that you can like it." ”

(5)

I said, "When I was a child, I didn't want to see chickens killed in the kitchen at home. ”

I said, "Once, someone else gave me a black chicken at home, and my mother said that it was stewed to nourish blood, so I asked my aunt to kill it and stew it in soup." I saw my aunt carrying the struggling chicken into the kitchen, and she cut its throat with a kitchen knife and collected its blood in a porcelain bowl, saying that the chicken blood could also make soup. I watched the poor black chicken struggle in her hand for a while, and then it didn't move. ”

"Auntie threw the killed black chicken in a bucket and poured boiling water on its feathers, and the whole kitchen smelled strange. Just as the aunt was about to pluck the feathers, there was a call asking her to go out and get something, so she got up, left the chicken in the bucket, and went out. ”

"At that time, my aunt and I were the only two people in the family. After she went out, I was doing my homework in the living room, and I opened the window to get the smell of the hot corpse out. That's when I heard a sound coming from the kitchen bucket. I was taken aback. I pretended to be calm and sat down at my desk as the bucket made another sound. I turned pale with fright. I mustered my courage and trembled to the kitchen door. To my great surprise, the black chicken, whose throat had been cut, stood up from the bucket dripping with water. not only stood up, but also cooed; Not only did he make a cooing sound, but as soon as he jumped, he jumped out of the bucket and walked around on the ground. It scared the hell out of me. I stood there in horror as it staggered towards me, feeling like a murderer, watching the body of the victim swoop down on me. I couldn't move. That's a hundred times more terrifying than any horror movie! ”

The horror didn't last long, and it wasn't long before the aunt came back with her things. She saw my terrified look and asked what was wrong, and then she saw the "dead chicken" with her eyes strutting and she understood everything. ”

You ask, "Well, what happened later?" ”

I said, "Later, of course, it was my aunt who killed the black chicken again, scalded it again, and then stewed a pot of soup." ”

You say, "Killing is ominous." ”

I said, "I wish these tragic things would never happen." ”

You say, "yes." ”

I said, "I want to get the kind of power that makes all this misfortune stop, to create a perfect world where there will never be all misfortune." ”

You say, "Heart, you'll get it." ”

I said, "You will too." Guide. ”

(f)

During the 1997 avian flu swarm, 1.6 million poultry were slaughtered in Hong Kong alone.

(g)

I now know what it is that makes it all stop.

It is compassion. Equal pervasive compassion.

It can put an end to all misfortunes.

It is the only one that can put an end to all misfortunes. (To be continued.) )