听见有人说话，一只痩骨嶙峋老得掉毛的黑狗来到我面前，嗅了嗅我身上的气味

Hear someone speak, a rugged old Shou bone was lint-free black dog came to me and sniffed the smell of my body, and then hard to shake its tail, scream a few times, helplessly looked at me, motioned me follow it. Village, a young wife and a young man who said: "This black dog wandering in our village for several years, scoop rice to it, do not eat it, twist it to the meat, do not eat it, whenever someone drove into the village, it all He walked over and smell, but never bite, "my memory suddenly wake up: this, could there be that big black dog in my house it? Mother left the dog has been accompanied by his father's side, guarding the old house; that his father walked in, the dog followed me into the city but also life and death, no matter how sweet talk me, there is no way to separate it. Finally, I can only take violent means, cruel stone to speak, put it drive a little further, and then got into the car to go quietly. Always such a lapse of years, presumably the dog has been starved ashes, and even death should be switched to the doors. Unexpectedly, the village there are so many good people, it refused to seek refuge and the choice of any one person wandering in the village, it refused to die wandering, he is waiting for its owner to come back that day.

Hearing someone talking, a black dog with a bone-chilling hair came to me, sniffed the smell of me, and then shook his tail hard, hissing a few times, staring at me, motioning for me to follow it. The young wives and descendants of the village said: "This black dog in our village for several years, rice to it, it does not eat, meat to it, it does not eat, but when anyone drives into the village, it has to run over to sniff, but never bite." "My memory was suddenly awakened: Isn't this, not my big black dog?" After the mother left, the dog has been accompanied by his father, guarding the old house, father walked that year, the dog died to follow me into the city, no matter how sweet I said, there is no way to separate it. I ended up using a rude method, speaking with a stone, driving it away a little, and then getting into the car and sneaking away. After a few years, presumably the dog has starved to death, even if not dead should be turned into the court. Didn't expect, the village has so many good people, it is not willing to rely on any family and chose to wander in the village, it wandering refused to die, is waiting for its owner to come back that day.

When I heard someone talking, a black dog came to me. It smelled the smell of me. Then it wagged its tail vigorously, hissed a few times, looked at me, and signaled me to follow it. "This black dog has been wandering in our village for several years," said the young daughters in law and the posterity. "He doesn't eat, he picks up meat, he doesn't eat. Whenever someone drives into the village, he will come and smell, but never bite." My memory suddenly wakes up: is this not my big black dog? After my mother left, the dog stayed by his father's side and guarded the old house. In the year when my father left, the dog had to follow me to the city. No matter how sweet I was, there was no way to separate it. At last, I could only use violent means to speak with stone, drive it away, and then I got into the car and walked away quietly. After so many years, I think that dog has starved to death. Even if he doesn't die, he should go to the court instead. Unexpectedly, there are so many good families in the village. It just refuses to join any family and chooses to wander in the village. It wanders and refuses to die, waiting for the day when its owner comes back.