Why? This has something to do with a scene that happened when I went out to play. I happened to pass by a small restaurant, but I saw a deplorable scene: get up

At first, I heard a dog barking and looked across. I saw two middle-aged people "playing" with a brown adult dog. But when I looked carefully, I saw one of them hit the dog on the head with a brick. A hard blow to the head

The dog was scared and begged for mercy with his begging eyes. But the two were completely indifferent. Only when the man with the brick knocked the dog's head a few times, the dog fell down. But it

He is still struggling to wag his tail and make a miserable and painful sound, hoping to get their forgiveness. When the dog opened his eyes with his last strength, there was another brick on his head. ..................................................................................................................................

Finally, we didn't hear the dog barking. ...

In the evening, I had a dream about a pot of soup A dog's head suddenly appeared in the soup, staring at me expectantly. Suddenly,

The soup turned red and full of blood ... I suddenly woke up and sweated. I was shocked, and the afternoon scene was restored in the dream ... I started from the dream and thought deeply, so a living life disappeared and life was limited.

Yes Are you willing to buy your limited and precious life with dozens of dollars a catty of meat? Besides, you don't have to make a decision, or others force you, force you, you will only beg in a language you don't understand, and even hold his hand.

Once my master, how deep our feelings are and how loyal I am to him can win his sympathy for you, but everything will only be in vain. Or maybe you will think, I am the owner of it, and I have paid so much for it.

Yes, it should repay me. It should repay me by giving it meat. Then let me ask you, your parents brought you up with hardships. Will you repay your parents like this?

But there is also kindness in life that I appreciate.

People. They have grandparents who are over eighty and have silver hair. Although I am old and may not be very rich economically, I have adopted some stray dogs and cats. Although they were tired, I saw the cats.

When the dog greeted them at the door, the wrinkles on their faces slowly relaxed, as gorgeous as an autumn chrysanthemum. ...

In the eyes of life, there is no distinction between high and low, only equality and respect. In my dictionary, the noblest and most precious thing is life. In my life, what I respect most are ordinary people and weak lives who are kind to others.

Life is equal, please respect life!