The dust of history cannot conceal their brilliance.

To a city in the south of a business trip, in the bustling street, a hunch over hump old man and his ox was police-like young people stopped. Look at the scene, the old man wanted to lead his beloved old cow across the road, but the traffic police stuck, both are earnestly to persuade each other. Stalemate for a long time, the old man and the ox had to turn around helplessly and back, slowly into the alley, disappeared in the alley ...

I really feel speechless sorrow for that cow, perhaps, in the end of its life it can not enter the bustling city, it only belongs to the quiet and rustic village. At the same time, I again for its sense of pride, it did not hover in the city over the "no branch" of the lonely birds, nor do dimeishunyan loss of self-loved and added dogs. This cow, will own spiritual character to the extreme, it lifted the noble head tread setting sun turned step by step back to the beginning and end of life.

This naturally reminds me of the little ox who had walked through life more than 30 years ago.

Simple and clinging to a father with more than 80 yuan will I sent to the county Middle school, and the same price to purchase a row of cars two wheels. He began the day and night with a skilled craft to create a beautiful and sturdy hood, in a few days, a brand-new car is placed in the alley Lane. This feat attracted to neighborhood, we have gathered together, standing in the row of cars for four weeks, with the envy of the eyes of the car praise. And my father sat proudly on the threshold, with a rosy face.

Next, the father and confidently from the market town to bring back a small ox, which makes our family's reputation instantly improved a lot. When walking home to see the eyes of the childlike charmingly naïve cow, I suddenly have some kind of déjà vu feeling. The following years, I gradually with the wussy small ox formed the fate of life and death.

I used to take it in the dusk after the rain to seek the green grass, had followed behind it in the foothills of the mountain to explore the footprints of the old cattle, and it has been growing day and night, and it was cultivated in the countryside with it ... At that time, the loving father did not want to let the small ox who had not yet become a body too much strength, whenever the plow, always put a thick rope tied to the rake let me use the shoulder to pull, so that the cattle to save some strength. When I was sweating, the cow was panting, but I and it seemed to feel very happy and happy. When I turned to it, it was also staring at me with pure and clear eyes, and the feeling of empathy spread through my whole body and mind in an instant.

In a few years, the small ox grow stronger, but I gradually walk away from the familiar countryside, far away, and it becomes more and more zoning. Emotion this thing is so, distance, time is long, will slowly become indifferent up. Think of to remedy, and eventually can only become a haze. Soon, his father sold the ox, and after a period of sadness, there was only a vague old shadow left in his head. More than 30 years later, do not know that the first friend knew the cow is still in the Earth?

In the country, there are many like my home that small ox, the same cow, they walk silently in the country winding road, pulling heavy car, step by step into the eternal life. Plow and rake with their inseparable, carrying a heavy burden, will rope tightly into the back, looking at the whip shadow, struggling to crawl in the land of life. They have no complaints, with perseverance and faith consistent practice of promises, this is their simple and pure character.

Poets seem to have special feelings for cows. There is the story of the cowboy herding cattle, such as the Tang Dynasty Zhang Nationality said, "far cattle, around the village four corn thick." Po in hungry black peck cattle back, so I can not play Ridge head ", playful Shepherd seems to have a cow have no trouble to complain about, there are praise for old cattle, such as the Song Dynasty Li Gang wrote" Plough thousands of acres of thousand boxes, Balto who hurt? " But all sentient beings have to be full, not to win sickness lying setting sun "; There are more poems expressed sympathy for the ox, such as the Tang Dynasty Li Jiaming said," has been Ning Qi Whip horn, and was Tian Tan body. Idle to the setting sun chewing grass, recently asked to breathe for no one ", read really regrettable.

But the people of later generations praise the cows, and they often have to relate to people's character. The great writer Lu Xun once said himself "Hengmeilengdui cold to the thousand husband, Bow willing Confucianism son ox", its noble spirit can be seen, the poet Sake also say "block block wasteland water and mud, deep plowing walk things." The old ox also shaoguang expensive, not to swagger from the Fen hoof ", this is also the old poet's encourage each other word. Of course, their ideological realm is naturally impossible for the ancients to start.

As the years passed, as modern life approached, the number of old ox walking in the countryside gradually diminished, and perhaps one day they would disappear into the Creeper. The war no longer used them, and the work was far away from them, and overnight, they were no longer the country's darling, and the city's tables became their souls. The lonely cattle in the rural corners raised their confused eyes, looking out at the sunset and the mountains, a cloudy teardrop dripping down on the loess that had long hoped and dreamed.

However, the dust of history can not cover their brilliance, the brilliant glow of the light is still their kind of persistent and hard-to-do figure. If you want to be an earthly capital man, you should learn the cattle that walk in the country.

The dust of history cannot conceal their brilliance.