Almost every family in my hometown has to raise a pig, and some farmers even have to raise several pigs and pigs, so they have become one of the animals I am most familiar with.

One year, my father went to the market in the village to buy a piglet in the early spring. Since the piglet came to my house, my brother and I regarded it as a pet. In fact, the piglet is quite cute. It has rich thoughts, but it is not good at "talking". Because the weather was still a little 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 calm after running out, always lowering its head and arching everywhere. My younger brother is at one end of the field, and I blocked this one. The pig is running back and forth between me and my younger brother, but the pig is a pig. It is not as graceful as a horse or as a monkey. It runs while arches the ground, just like a geological prospector, walking while thinking about what rock formations there are underground. Of course, the geological prospector is a hero of mankind, and the pig's actions are destined to become a dish among human delicacies.

Unfortunately, not long after such a day, the piglet got into a disease and could not remember what kind of disease it was. The piglet began to fight life and death with the disease. Although the veterinarian kept giving it injections, its condition began to worsen and he began to sway left and right as he walked.

It did not give up on the idea of ​​living at the last moment of its life, and still struggled to run around. However, in the end it was still surrendered by 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 are a little sad. Its funeral is very simple. My father dug a pit in an open space. My brother and I carried its body and threw it into the digging pit. There is no sorrow or joy, and there is no ceremony. In this way, it ends its short life.

I stood at its burial place, and after a long time of silence, I suddenly felt a kind of unbeatable relationship, not because of its cuteness, but because it had spent a wonderful time with us.

After a sudden idea, I quietly ran to my house and found a piece of cardboard. I took out the brush and ink that wrote large regular script, and twisted the words "The Tomb of the Pig" on the cardboard. My brother, who was a co-conspirator, knew about this, and I told my brother sneakily that as long as the matter was not made public, there were benefits. I didn't say anything good to my brother at that time, and my brother nodded repeatedly.

Before the next night, my father ran to the house angrily and asked who did this. In fact, why should my father ask more questions? I didn’t do this, is there anyone else?

Facing my father's severe scolding, I felt ashamed and felt even more ashamed. I bravely stood up and admitted that I was the mastermind of this matter. My father ordered me to take off the big words full of affection. I lowered my head and came to the burial ground of the pig, carefully stepped on the loess covering it, and picked off the four big words.

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

When I remembered this clip, I smiled faintly in my heart. At that time, we were so passionate, full of separation and death. We were very surprised by the behavior I did when I was a child. It was even more exaggerated than the protagonist of the romance drama. But I had to appreciate how pure my feelings were at that time.

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

Of course, my father scolded me at that time, and his starting point was the strong side of human beings. As a dignified person, how could he erect a monument for a small animal?

The world of children is beautiful, just because their hearts are beautiful, they have no secular concepts and no moral constraints. In their minds, there is no distinction between good and evil. As long as you give him a candy, even if there is a fire pit ahead, he is willing to jump in and try it.

We have grown up, but we have lost the kindest side of our souls. We can no longer erect a monument for a pig, without that feeling, and without that thought.

The pig's past reminds me of another cute animal. When I was young, I raised a few rabbits. Looking at them as furry, they looked like elves sent by angels, and their love was hard to describe.

Until one day when I was about to put it on the dining table, my heart was cut like a knife. I watched the stick fall on its head one by one, and heard its miserable crying, and suddenly I lost my appetite for rabbit meat.

No matter how much mercy and sympathy is, it cannot reverse the fact that human beings dominate the world. Reality is destined to let go of our love again and again, pick up the master's butcher's knife, and chop at those beautiful souls.

Later, I found that my mind was numb and I had no sense of the massacre of small animals. I also thought that their massacre was the rule of this world and no longer weeped and cried for them.

If there is really a cycle of reincarnation, I hope I can become that pig or the rabbit I eat. Let the rules be reshuffled and let them also experience the feeling of dominating the world.
Chapter completed!