Mu Old Man is famous for his dog-like skills. He himself said "I am probably Bole " in dogs. And his thousand-mile horse is now the - dog Murika.

Old Mu's village is located on the west side of Inner Mongolia. Like other villages, it is a small mobile village with only a few dozen households, all of which are shepherds who temporarily gather together. In the spring and summer when the water and grass are abundant, most shepherds act alone, but in winter, they will find a sheltered place to graze together. Apart from sheep, and sheepdogs are the things they talk about most.

At this time, Mu old man will always listen carefully at the edge. As a shepherd, if sheep are their body, then dogs are their soul.

In fact, at the beginning, people did not think so highly of Murika, and they also doubted Mu's dog-like ability, just because Murika is a defective product with supercilious look.

No one knows if it can see except Mu Lao. When people woke up, they only had time to see the young and strong Murika standing in the gap between the sunrise and the mountains. The shadow on his body was drawn into a straight line, and the dark shadow outlined his strong posture. He just stood like this, vigorous and arrogant. At the moment when heaven and earth meet, everyone believes that its eyes as white as the moon can see everything clearly.

In fact, Lao Mu never cares about bole. He just likes the feeling of everyone talking together. This feeling of trust feels more warm with the passage of time.

Lao Mu stopped herding sheep. Lao Mu's son took over his job a few months ago. Suddenly idle down, let the old mu have somewhat not accustomed. He couldn't remember which time he had quarreled with his son. He felt that his temper seemed to be always bad recently.

What did my son say? What was the new era and what was the difference? He did not remember. He only remembered the look in his son's eyes when he picked up his walking stick and chased him out, full of sympathy. The son's eyes, like indulgence, made his hands tremble slightly. The thirty-year-old youth was growing at his strongest, with healthy wheat-colored skin, a pair of rough hands, no loose skin like him, and no snow-white hair. He stared at his son silently and let go.

He is old, even Bole can't stop the passage of time.

Lao Mu no longer helps people with dogs. He didn't tell anyone why, but silently changed his schedule from listening to other people's chat to watching the sun rise and sunset.

Bole is old. Together with his thousand-mile horse, Murika has long lost his vigorous posture and his black and shiny fur has become sparse. He no longer followed the sheep, but lay in the arms of Lao Mu and slept all day.

Under the long river of time, the Qianlima will eventually withdraw from the stage.

His name is no longer Murika, Murika. Because he knew that Murika was no longer a dog king, he was just an old dog, just like this old man. Is

old? Maybe, old.

The wind blows very loudly. The familiar memory made Lao Mu wake up very early. For some reason, he persistently wanted to see the sheep, as if he wanted to see the first half of his life, confused and determined.

The wind was so strong that when Lao Mu came, he only had time to see Mureka, the divine dog, even if its fur was sparse, the heroic spirit in his eyes would still not be blocked by time. He was blown by the wind to close his eyes, ears, is blown broken wolf howl.

He wanted to say: "Come out, come out, there's a wolf. " But the best time has been missed. He just took a big bite of the wind, and even the sound was soaked in the wind.

He wanted to touch the gun, but he found that he could not find it. He stood in his place as if he were suddenly awakened from a dream.

The wind is so strong that no one can hear him. He seemed to forget everything, leaving only the scarlet in front of him.

"Boom! " This is the last one.

"Dad. " He stayed and turned around.

Familiar to the extreme sound. With a bit of guilt. "It's dead. "

Yeah, it's dead. He completed his life's mission and died.

"Where's the wolf? " asked the old man, his voice hoarse.

"

is dead. "

"

but ......"

Sometime a man came up behind. "Your family's young admirers are very good. " "is very good at picking dogs. The first one to see a wolf is your dog. "

Old admirers were stunned and looked at the two people in front of them fighting. As if for the first time, he saw his son - grown-up son surrounded by a crowd.

is young, wanton and flamboyant.

Suddenly, he saw Murika, Xiao Mu and the sheep.

Is the sheep still there? The sheep are still there, and the dog king is still there, yes, nothing has changed. He smiled as if he were crying and carefully picked up Murica's body.

he didn't look back because he had seen it. Behind him is his son and hope. It's the new Murika, the new flock and the new people.

He saw that under the curtain of death, life is eternal.

(Feng Le Jing) (the author is the daughter of Zhuang Linfang, a sophomore in Senior high school)

mentor comments (Xu Shuifa, member of Zhejiang Writers Association, writer of short stories):

flowers bloom and fall, and cold and summer alternate, which is a natural law; The rise and fall of the country and the replacement of the old by the new generation are also inevitable results. This article describes the psychological transformation process of Lao Mu after he was taken over by his son. No matter the selection of subject matter and the refinement of theme, it is remarkable. Obviously, the author has spent some time using "Murica " as a dark line to skillfully string up the plot and avoid falling into the cliché. But read carefully, you will feel the full text seems rough. After all, the novel is a literary genre that shapes characters. In the first half, the "Zhuang " and the "God "# "" Mulika "#" lack of old Mu, and the psychological gap of old Mu later becomes rootless wood and water without a source. If the first half is fully paved or buried, the change of Wen Laomu will come naturally. The fluency of language is also an important means of fiction, and the author's shortcomings in plot processing have caused some disjointed and jerky reading of the full text. In addition, attention should be paid to the explanation of some details and the reasonable connection of the plot transition. For example, the following article "Xiaomu " refers to the son of Laomu or the descendant of Murika, which is easy to confuse and make readers misunderstand. Another is that the title feels a little overwhelmed by the content, the new and the old alternate, and the inheritance goes back and forth. Personally, I think it is not so much eternal as a different kind of reincarnation.