Touching animal stories

In Phuket, Thailand, an elephant escaped to safety with many children in the big waves. British tourist barnett said that on the day of the tsunami, huge waves rushed to Phuket, and an elephant on the beach for tourists to take pictures became a life-saving hero. Because the elephant owner carried many children on the elephant's back at a critical moment, the elephant turned them away from the dangerous beach and finally escaped successfully.

The serpent leads the way to save women.

In Banda Aceh, the capital of Aceh province in Indonesia, a woman was guided by a big snake to a safe place. Lisa, a 26-year-old woman, said that on February 26, 2004, the village where she lived was flooded by huge waves, and people fled in panic. At this time, a female neighbor was seriously injured and asked Lisa to tie up the twins and run away, so she carried them on her back.

While fighting against the rapids, she saw a big snake swimming along the rapids from the left. She kept swimming with the big snake and finally swam to a safe place. Afterwards, Lisa said, "Strangely, I didn't panic when I saw the big snake." Besides, the serpent didn't bite them.

The elephant howled to save the tourists.

In Kohli, an emerging tourist resort in northern Phuket, Thailand, a group of foreign tourists were lucky to be rescued because they suddenly rushed to the heights on elephants.

Before the arrival of the tsunami, Deng Sarangan, a Thai elephant driver, and his wife led a team of eight elephants to the seaside, with a dozen foreign tourists sitting on their backs. Suddenly, the elephant began to sob. After being calm for an hour or so, they "cried" again, and they couldn't calm down any more this time.

Soon, the elephant carried the frightened tourists to the bushes-covered mountain far from the beach. Other elephants who didn't work at the seaside also broke free from heavy chains and ran to high places. Then, people saw the huge waves coming and began to run with the elephants.

The puppy saved the 7-year-old owner.

In a seaside village in Tamil Nadu, one of the hardest hit areas by the tsunami, a dog named Saipan Kumar saved his little owner Dinakaran.

When the tsunami came, Dinakalan's mother, Sanjita, could only hold the hands of her two young sons and run as high as she could, hoping that Dinakalan, the oldest child, aged 7, would follow her out of danger. But Dinakalan didn't keep up with his mother, but ran to what he thought was the safest place-a hut only about 40 meters from the coast.

At a critical juncture, "Cerban Kumar" resolutely turned to chase the young master. It bit the little master's clothes all the way, or arched the little master with its nose, dragging him back to a safe place nearby. Dinakalan, who was finally saved, said gratefully, "Saipan Kumar bit my shirt collar and dragged me back."

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Elephants help with disaster relief.

In the hardest hit areas in southern Thailand, elephants have become the first choice for rescuers. At present, 24 elephants have been transported to southern Thailand to participate in post-disaster rescue and reconstruction. The owner of the elephant said that in these rubble-strewn disaster areas, "elephants are much more efficient than four-wheeled trucks and hoes, and only elephants can undertake this work."

A local government official in southern Thailand said that elephants are carrying away tons of garbage, which provides convenience for rescuers working in extremely difficult conditions.

The dog died for the savior.

One night, a young man named Sergei kulikov, aged 18, got drunk and ran amok in the street. Pedestrians have avoided him. An old man couldn't stand it any longer, so he stepped forward and accused him. In a rage, kulikov swore at the old man, raised his fist to hit him, and took out a 1 Grenade and threw it at the crowd. In an instant, people's eyes widened and a tragedy was about to happen.

At this time, not far from the crowd, a man was coming here with a dog. Suddenly, the dog seemed to realize what was going to happen. Suddenly, he broke free from the rope in his master's hand, got into the crowd, and jumped onto the smoking Grenade. ......................................................................................................... and them stayed there for a long time before coming to their senses. When they saw the Ren Yong dog lying on the ground and people were safe, the crowd suddenly became quiet.

Hookfish living in the waves of the Indian Ocean

The male hooked fish has a small hook on the back of his head. The eggs laid by the female hook fish are hung on the hook in strings and carried by the father until the small fish is born smoothly. Hippocampus is also very original in this respect. In the lower part of the male hippocampus, there are two lids, which are two small skin protrusions. During spawning, the female hippocampus lays eggs between these two processes of the male hippocampus. After the male hippocampus lays eggs and fertilizes, it immediately attaches to the abdomen of the male hippocampus. The two protrusions of the male hippocampus expand rapidly and the lower edges contact together, so that the fish eggs are covered from all directions and become a safe and reliable nursery bag. Within 40-50 days when the male hippocampus carries fish eggs, each fish egg absorbs nutrients through the blood vessels of the nursing bag, just as a human embryo absorbs nutrients from the maternal placenta.

The reproduction of freshwater hydra belongs to budding.

Small hydra grows directly on the mother, which is called asexual reproduction. But in autumn, they can give birth to fertilized eggs, and the eggs laid will be immediately covered with a protective film, and the hydra will break out of the membrane next spring. There is a fish in Lake Tanganyika, Africa, which hides its eggs in its mouth and takes care of itself. In their view, the mouth is the safest place in the world. Not only that, even the cubs born in Lian Gang stayed indoors for some time. They can go swimming, but if they are in slight danger, their mother will take them to a safe shelter.

There is a small fish that lives in Russia.

The deep water layer of the Sea of Okhotsk in the Russian Far East. Every spring, as soon as the spawning season comes, they will float from deep water to the surface in search of giant Kamchatka crabs. They swam to the crab, put their long ovipositor under the crab shell, and then laid eggs in the crab's cheek. Fish eggs in crab shells can develop and grow under absolutely safe conditions, just like in an incubator. When the warm season comes, the water in shallow water is heated by the sun, and crabs will go in droves. When the small fish hatch, they just come to the shallow water near the coast, where the water is warm and the food is abundant.

Pineapple leaves in the tropical jungle of Malaysia

There is an amphibious crab living in it. There is always water in the puddle because there is warm rain there. After laying eggs in the puddle, the female crab will carefully guard there. After crabs hatch, their mothers will continue to take care of them for three months, feed them and protect them from spiders, dragonfly larvae and other natural enemies.

The flower-breasted short-headed frog in South America can secrete a poisonous juice.

The local Indians used it to draw arrows. But when the male frog hatches the eggs laid by the female frog, as soon as he sees the hatched tadpoles, he immediately carries the eggs on his back. Tadpoles quickly climbed up and got sticky. Dad carried the child to the nearest pond and put it in the water. Tadpoles are resistant to its toxins.

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The old man and the seagull

It was an ordinary winter day. Meet friends and come to Cuihu. Seagulls are flying noisily.

It is easy to recognize the old man among the people feeding seagulls. He was hunched, wearing a faded and outdated cloth, carrying a faded blue cloth bag, and even the big plastic bag for bird food faded. My friend told me that the old man walks more than 20 miles from the suburbs to Cuihu every day just to feed the seagulls. The old man walked along the railing and put them down. Seagulls rise and fall according to his rhythm, forming a roaring white and flying into a colorful music score.

My friend told me that the old man walks more than 20 miles from the suburbs to Cuihu every day just to send food to seagulls and accompany them.

Where there are few people, it is the territory where he feeds seagulls. The old man carefully put the biscuits on the fence by the lake, stepped back, picked up his mouth and called to the flock. Immediately, a flock of seagulls answered and swept it clean in a few times. In the sound of seagulls, the old man sang something cadently. When you listen carefully, it turns out to be the local dialect, with a tone change-"one foot", "grey head", "red mouth", "old sand" and "princess" ...

"Have you named the seagull?" I can't help asking

The old man looked back at me and still leaned over the seagulls: "Of course, each one has a name."

"Do you recognize them?" The same white wings are flashing rapidly in the sun. I wonder if the old man can see clearly.

"You see, you see! It's Lao Sha with a ring on his foot! " The old man proudly pointed it out to me, and suddenly he shouted at the water, "A foot! Lao Sha! Get up! "

Two seagulls jumped on the water and flew to the old man. One seagull's foot shone with metallic luster, and the other flew over and pecked at the old man's hand. It has only one foot, and it has to flap its wings to keep its balance when it stops. It seems to be a leg, and the old man talks to it kindly while feeding it.

Speaking of seagulls, the old man's eyes came to life at once.

"Seagulls are the most affectionate and cautious. The year before last, there was a seagull. The day before flying out of Kunming, it stopped on my hat five times again and again. I thought it was a joke with me, but later I realized it was to say goodbye to me. Didn't come last year, and didn't come this year ... Seagulls are lucky birds, happy birds! The ancients said,' Bai Ou flies with poetry'. More than ten years ago, when the seagulls came, I knew our good luck was coming. Look at their little appearance! Gee ... "Seagulls heard the old man's cry and immediately flew over and surrounded him, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.

When the sun sets, the old man's plastic bag is empty. "It's getting late, they will go back soon. I heard that they are resting in Dianchi Lake, but unfortunately I can't go. " The old man looked at the birds hovering in the sky, his eyes full of hope.

My friend told me that for more than ten years, in winter, the old people will come every day, just like their relatives with seagulls.

Unexpectedly, more than ten days later, someone suddenly told us that the old man had passed away.

Hearing this news, we seem to see the old man and seagulls hugging each other at Cuihu Lake ... We enlarged the photo of the old man feeding seagulls for the last time and took it to Cuihu Lake. Unexpected things happened-a flock of seagulls suddenly flew in, circling around the portrait of the old man, repeatedly chirping, chirping and posturing were quite different from usual, as if something important had happened. We were so surprised that we quickly left the old man's photo to make room for the seagulls.

Seagulls flapped their wings quickly and flew into the air in turn in front of the portrait of the old man, like relatives who came to mourn. The old man in the photo silently looked at the seagulls hovering around him and looked at the "children" who accompanied him for many winters ... After a while, the seagulls landed one after another and stood in two rows before and after the portrait of the old man. They stood quietly, like white-winged angels who kept vigil for the elderly.

When we had to put away the portrait, seagulls rushed at it like bombs. They sang loudly, flapped their wings and got so close that we finally got out of this dancing white whirlpool.

..... At the funeral of the old man, we carried the portrait and walked slowly to the mourning hall. The old man was carrying a blue cloth bag and pursed his mouth as if he were still calling for seagulls. In his mind, it must be a flying seagull.

Hookfish living in the waves of the Indian Ocean

The male hooked fish has a small hook on the back of his head. The eggs laid by the female hook fish are hung on the hook in strings and carried by the father until the small fish is born smoothly. Hippocampus is also very original in this respect. In the lower part of the male hippocampus, there are two lids, which are two small skin protrusions. During spawning, the female hippocampus lays eggs between these two processes of the male hippocampus. After the male hippocampus lays eggs and fertilizes, it immediately attaches to the abdomen of the male hippocampus. The two protrusions of the male hippocampus expand rapidly and the lower edges contact together, so that the fish eggs are covered from all directions and become a safe and reliable nursery bag. Within 40-50 days when the male hippocampus carries fish eggs, each fish egg absorbs nutrients through the blood vessels of the nursing bag, just as a human embryo absorbs nutrients from the maternal placenta.

The reproduction of freshwater hydra belongs to budding.

Small hydra grows directly on the mother, which is called asexual reproduction. But in autumn, they can give birth to fertilized eggs, and the eggs laid will be immediately covered with a protective film, and the hydra will break out of the membrane next spring. There is a fish in Lake Tanganyika, Africa, which hides its eggs in its mouth and takes care of itself. In their view, the mouth is the safest place in the world. Not only that, even the cubs born in Lian Gang stayed indoors for some time. They can go swimming, but if they are in slight danger, their mother will take them to a safe shelter.

There is a small fish that lives in Russia.

The deep water layer of the Sea of Okhotsk in the Russian Far East. Every spring, as soon as the spawning season comes, they will float from deep water to the surface in search of giant Kamchatka crabs. They swam to the crab, put their long ovipositor under the crab shell, and then laid eggs in the crab's cheek. Fish eggs in crab shells can develop and grow under absolutely safe conditions, just like in an incubator. When the warm season comes, the water in shallow water is heated by the sun, and crabs will go in droves. When the small fish hatch, they just come to the shallow water near the coast, where the water is warm and the food is abundant.

Pineapple leaves in the tropical jungle of Malaysia

There is an amphibious crab living in it. There is always water in the puddle because there is warm rain there. After laying eggs in the puddle, the female crab will carefully guard there. After crabs hatch, their mothers will continue to take care of them for three months, feed them and protect them from spiders, dragonfly larvae and other natural enemies.

The flower-breasted short-headed frog in South America can secrete a poisonous juice.

The local Indians used it to draw arrows. But when the male frog hatches the eggs laid by the female frog, as soon as he sees the hatched tadpoles, he immediately carries the eggs on his back. Tadpoles quickly climbed up and got sticky. Dad carried the child to the nearest pond and put it in the water. Tadpoles are resistant to its toxins.

Golden footprints

Two or three days ago, our servant caught a little fox from the mountains. To this day, no matter what it is fed, it doesn't want to eat.

On the bare oak forest, the lonely moon is exposed. Fox sat alone in the nest, with his neck upturned and howling. This is a clear and sad voice.

Masataro stared at the fox. He thought Fox might be calling his mother-mother-how poor Fox is!

In the middle of the night, Akita barked and Masataro was awakened. Mom and dad slept soundly. Masataro got up quietly and looked at the barn with wide eyes. I saw a big fox swaggering towards Akita Dog with a trembling chicken in his mouth.

Akita pounced on him, and the old fox quickly turned and ran away. Akita dog goes after it. Before long, dogs will bark in the distance.

At this moment, another old fox appeared quietly. When the little fox saw the old fox, he kept humming and rubbing his nose against the old fox's body. It wanted to go with the old fox, but it was caught by the chain just after two or three steps. This was repeated two or three times before the old fox found the chain. It bit hard with its teeth, and it took a long time to realize that it was futile, so it lay on the ground and nursed the little fox.

I don't know when, the fox father who led the dog out came back. Its neck is straight, pay attention to them. After a while, Father Fox let out a cry of alarm. Mother fox had to leave her children. The two old foxes looked back again and disappeared into the dark forest.

Later, the old fox never came again.

"Probably feel can't save the fox, dead heart. It's better to untie the little fox early. This is really pitiful. " Masataro thought.

Strangely, although the fox has not eaten yet, it is growing day by day.

At noon that day, Masataro casually walked to the fox's nest and suddenly heard a click. There is nothing around, but the footprints of foxes are clearly printed on the wet ground.

"Ha ha! How dare you come during the day! " Masataro suddenly understood the reason why the fox appeared during the day. "Yes, the dog is tied during the day!"

But how did they escape so fast? I disappeared as soon as I heard the sound!

Masataro looked under the floor and got a fright. Four green eyes stared at him. Those are just Fox's parents. They stared at Masataro for a while, then quietly climbed up the brick that led from under the floor to the upper room, climbed to the place where the kitchen stove was put, and disappeared.

The old fox made a nest under the floor!

Masataro found that the two old foxes were darker than before, probably because they thought about the little foxes and obviously lost weight.

Masataro really wants to untie Fox. Just then, the old fox began to do something unusual, which made him give up the idea: the old fox realized that he could not stop biting the chain anyway, so he bit off the stake that tied the chain. Masataro thought it might be better for the old fox to rescue the little fox with his own strength.

Masataro decided to send food to the hungry old fox. Whenever he cooks oily tofu at home, he leaves some under the floor; Pour a glass of milk into the broken bowl under the floor every day. After a while, the old fox and Masataro met. Sometimes when no one is at home, Masataro's door will ring softly. Two foxes squeezed in through the crack of the door, licked Masataro's hand, and slowly paced up and down the room with peace of mind. When the fox sees Masataro, he will lick his hand gently with his rough pink tongue.

The old fox never forgets to save the little fox. Gradually, the stake was bitten very thin. How happy the old fox was when he rescued the little fox with his own strength! Masataro's eyes welled up with tears at the thought of these.

One day, Masataro came home from school, passed the barn and looked into the fox's nest, but he didn't even see the fox's shadow. He hurried to ask his mother, who told him that the fox had been taken away by Mr. An Tian. Masataro was in a hurry. He said the fox must be returned to its parents. Say that finish, ran towards Mr. An Tian's ranch on the other side of the mountain.

Masataro ran and ran, and accidentally stepped on the snow on the edge of the cliff. As the snow fell, he lost consciousness. I don't know how long it took, but Masataro felt his face warm. He struggled to open his eyes and saw a big fox licking his cheek in the dim light. Another fox squatted on his chest, warming his body.

The next day, Masataro invited the fox back and went to the valley with his father to set him free.

The little fox just ran out of a dozen meters away, and the old fox came running from nowhere, jumping around the little fox happily, and then swishing towards the depths of the forest together.

Facing the dazzling morning sun, the foxes' footprints are shining with golden light, extending all the way to the depths of the dense forest.

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The last elephant

There were once majestic elephant soldiers in Xishuangbanna. The so-called elephant soldiers are soldiers who ride elephants to fight. Soldiers rode elephants to kill the enemy. Elephants split the enemy with their long noses and trampled the enemy to death with their hooves. A large group of elephants rushed to the enemy like water, which was unstoppable.

1943, elephant soldiers fought against the Japanese invaders on the Rhoda River in Xishuangbanna. After the battle, the devils dropped more than 70 bodies, and all our more than 80 elephants were shot to the ground. People dug a big pit by the Rhoda River to bury the fallen elephant.

When carrying the corpse of a war elephant, people found that a male elephant covered in blood was still breathing, so they transported it back to the stockade and cured it. The villagers never ask him to move things. He idled around the stockade all day, asking for bananas at his host's house and drinking spring water at Westinghouse.

It's called Gacao, and Bonondine is in charge of feeding.

More than 20 years have passed, and Gacao is in his fifties. It looks very old and dozes off in the shade all day. One day, Gacao lay on the ground and refused to eat. He had to hold his nose and shake it for a long time before he opened his eyes and looked at you with difficulty. Bonodin said to me, "The sun is going down, the fire pit is going out, and Gacaca is going to die."

The next morning, Gacao was suddenly very excited and his eyes burned red. Seeing Bonodin, Ou Ou growled softly and stepped on the ground like a hoof, pointing his nose at the attic full of sundries, as if he wanted something in the attic.

There are half a basket of corn seeds and two bunches of corn in the attic. I thought it was ready and wanted to eat, so I threw two strings of corn down. Ga carboxyl hooked it with the tip of his nose, threw it out of the elephant house like garbage, and continued to roar impatiently. There was something like a saddle in the broken mat, and I kicked it downstairs. Unexpectedly, Ga Carboxyl suddenly quieted down after seeing it, blew the dust off it with his nose, and the tip of his nose rubbed on it for a long time. In his eyes, crying for you is like an old friend reunited after a long separation.

"Oh, so it wants its own elephant saddle." Bononding suddenly realized, "This is the saddle it was wearing. When I treated it, I untied the elephant's saddle from it and threw it into the attic. Alas, it has been twenty-six years, and it still remembers it so firmly. "

There are bullet holes in the elephant saddle, and there seems to be blood stains, mixed with a strange smell of leather, smoke, war dust and blood; There is a lotus-shaped cushion in the center of the elephant saddle, surrounded by a circle of silver bells and apricot ears. Twenty-six years have passed, and the worn elephant saddle still looks dignified and luxurious; Gacao put on the elephant saddle, adding a sense of heroism.

Bononding frowned and said sadly, "It's leaving us to attend the elephant funeral."

The elephant is a very spiritual animal. Every herd of elephants has an elephant grave. Except those who died suddenly and unfortunately in the wilderness, they can accurately predict their own death. About half a month before the arrival of death, they will go to the distant and mysterious elephant grave alone.

The news that Gacao was leaving spread all over the village like wings, and men, women and children came to see Gacao off. Many people are crying. The village chief tied a white scarf around Gacao's neck, and four elephant legs were tied with four pieces of black cloth. The old man and children took bananas, sugar cane and glutinous rice to Gacao's mouth. He didn't eat anything, just drank a little water and walked around the stockade three times.

The sun sets and the sky is boundless. With a sigh, Gacao begins to hit the road.

Bonondine and I quietly followed Gacacao, trying to find the answer. Gacao walked all night, and at dawn, he came to the Rhoda River. It stood on the pebbles on the beach and stared at the rippling river for a long time. Then, it stepped on the swift river, walked to a turtle-shaped reef and kissed it again. For a long time, it held its head high and roared at the flaming sunrise on the horizon. At this time, its body swelled, its four legs were glistening, its eyes were bright, and its roar was fierce and tragic, scaring all the fish in the river out of the water.

"I remember. Twenty-six years ago, we carried Gacao ashore here. " Bononding said.

It turns out that Gacao is going back to the battlefield where he fought bloody battles!

The sun rose to the top of the betel nut tree, and Gacao left the Rhoda River and went into a lush ravine. On a gentle sunny hillside, it suddenly stopped.

"Oh, this is the place where more than 80 elephants are buried. I remember it very clearly. Well, there is a monument there. " Bonodin said quietly.

I looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, there was a stone tablet standing in the grass, on which three characters were engraved with peeling gold foil and a little vague handwriting: the tomb of a hundred elephants.

Gacao came to the stone tablet and chose a flat meadow. A pair of ivory was dug up on the ground, like two pickaxes. It has not eaten for several days, and after a long journey, its physical strength is exhausted, and it will take a while to catch its breath after digging. Gacao dug from morning till afternoon, and finally dug an oval shallow pit. It slipped down the pit, continued to dig in the pit, rolled up the clods with its nose and threw them out of the pit; We hid in the distance and watched its body sink inch by inch.

The sun goes down, the moon rises and is still digging. In the middle of the night, Gacao's back sank from the pit and disappeared. The sound of digging ivory in winter is getting thinner and thinner, and the rhythm of throwing soil with long nose is getting slower and slower. When the rooster crowed for the first time, finally, everything was calm and there was no sound.

Bononding and I waited patiently until the east foamed and went to the pit to check. The pit is about three meters deep. Gacaca lay at the bottom of the pit, with his face sideways, his nose folded on his leg, and his eyes wide open, staring at the sky.

It is dead. It didn't reach the elephant tomb left by its ancestors. It lies with its companions who once fought side by side.

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The old man and the seagull

It was an ordinary winter day. Meet friends and come to Cuihu. Seagulls are flying noisily.

It is easy to recognize the old man among the people feeding seagulls. He was hunched, wearing a faded and outdated cloth, carrying a faded blue cloth bag, and even the big plastic bag for bird food faded. My friend told me that the old man walks more than 20 miles from the suburbs to Cuihu every day just to feed the seagulls. The old man walked along the railing and put them down. Seagulls rise and fall according to his rhythm, forming a roaring white and flying into a colorful music score.

My friend told me that the old man walks more than 20 miles from the suburbs to Cuihu every day just to send food to seagulls and accompany them.

Where there are few people, it is the territory where he feeds seagulls. The old man carefully put the biscuits on the fence by the lake, stepped back, picked up his mouth and called to the flock. Immediately, a flock of seagulls answered and swept it clean in a few times. In the sound of seagulls, the old man sang something cadently. When you listen carefully, it turns out to be the local dialect, with a tone change-"one foot", "grey head", "red mouth", "old sand" and "princess" ...

"Have you named the seagull?" I can't help asking

The old man looked back at me and still leaned over the seagulls: "Of course, each one has a name."

"Do you recognize them?" The same white wings are flashing rapidly in the sun. I wonder if the old man can see clearly.

"You see, you see! It's Lao Sha with a ring on his foot! " The old man proudly pointed it out to me, and suddenly he shouted at the water, "A foot! Lao Sha! Get up! "

Two seagulls jumped on the water and flew to the old man. One seagull's foot shone with metallic luster, and the other flew over and pecked at the old man's hand. It has only one foot, and it has to flap its wings to keep its balance when it stops. It seems to be a leg, and the old man talks to it kindly while feeding it.

Speaking of seagulls, the old man's eyes came to life at once.

"Seagulls are the most affectionate and cautious. The year before last, there was a seagull. The day before flying out of Kunming, it stopped on my hat five times again and again. I thought it was a joke with me, but later I realized it was to say goodbye to me. Didn't come last year, and didn't come this year ... Seagulls are lucky birds, happy birds! The ancients said,' Bai Ou flies with poetry'. More than ten years ago, when the seagulls came, I knew our good luck was coming. Look at their little appearance! Gee ... "Seagulls heard the old man's cry and immediately flew over and surrounded him, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.

When the sun sets, the old man's plastic bag is empty. "It's getting late, they will go back soon. I heard that they are resting in Dianchi Lake, but unfortunately I can't go. " The old man looked at the birds hovering in the sky, his eyes full of hope.

My friend told me that for more than ten years, in winter, the old people will come every day, just like their relatives with seagulls.

Unexpectedly, more than ten days later, someone suddenly told us that the old man had passed away.

Hearing this news, we seem to see the old man and seagulls hugging each other at Cuihu Lake ... We enlarged the photo of the old man feeding seagulls for the last time and took it to Cuihu Lake. Unexpected things happened-a flock of seagulls suddenly flew in, circling around the portrait of the old man, repeatedly chirping, chirping and posturing were quite different from usual, as if something important had happened. We were so surprised that we quickly left the old man's photo to make room for the seagulls.

Seagulls flapped their wings quickly and flew into the air in turn in front of the portrait of the old man, like relatives who came to mourn. The old man in the photo silently looked at the seagulls hovering around him and looked at the "children" who accompanied him for many winters ... After a while, the seagulls landed one after another and stood in two rows before and after the portrait of the old man. They stood quietly, like white-winged angels who kept vigil for the elderly.

When we had to put away the portrait, seagulls rushed at it like bombs. They sang loudly, flapped their wings and got so close that we finally got out of this dancing white whirlpool.

..... At the funeral of the old man, we carried the portrait and walked slowly to the mourning hall. The old man was carrying a blue cloth bag and pursed his mouth as if he were still calling for seagulls. In his mind, it must be a flying seagull.

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