Running - dedicated to all wolves that disappeared because of human killing

In the early hours of the morning, I walked through the woods with my wolves and ran silently on the grassland, which was a retreat after a successful hunting. The wolves are moving in the dark like a group of ghosts. They are fast and orderly. The fast wolf is in front, and after the big wolf is broken, the wolf is in the center of the wolves. And I, at the forefront of the wolves, because I am a wolf king.

Countless mornings, I flew with the wolves on the grasslands, killing rabbits, goats, and wild boars, maintaining the ecological balance of the entire grassland. The little wolf grew up in the years, and I grew older in the years. Watching my son grow stronger and stronger, I have no joy in my heart. I dreamed that one day, my son became the king of the wolf, with a group of strong, tiger-like, steel-like wolves running against the sun on the grasslands. I love running, because running is a symbol of freedom. Only when I run, can I feel that my life is burning.

But one day, several big trucks drove into the grasslands, several hunters took the shotgun and got out of the car, then a group of hunting dogs ran towards us, and soon I knew what was going to happen.

It was dark and cold that morning, and a dark age is coming.

Rifles, gas, explosives, poisons, jeep... humans have everything. The once-in-charge of the wolves was repelled by human bullets. In a battle, several gas bombs flew toward the wolves, and suddenly the yellow smoke began. In the midst of a gunshot, I looked around for my wife, but soon I found that she had fallen forever. I endured grief and fled the battlefield with a cough. It is no longer meaningful to continue to resist, so the entire wolf group hid in the cave, waiting for the fate to choose.

But fate has abandoned us.

This day is coming. A bomb rolled into the hole and exploded three meters away from me. So I was thrown into the air, the lime at the top of the cave fell in pieces, and I dyed my body white. Then the humans picked up the chili noodles at the hole, and the wolves began to confuse. My son first rushed out of the hole and was smothered by a spotted hound without a tail. He slammed... Other wolves exhausted The possible speed passed through the human team and ran to the distance. The sound of the guns screamed in the back, and the bullets flew like rain. The wolves beside me fell down one by one, and the wolves were everywhere. There are not many wolves left, and there are a few more wolves on the human truck.

The wolves have withdrawn from the north of the prairie and fought against a group of more brave wolves. This is the wolf's tradition. This evening, the moon shines brightly, the stars are all things, the sky is solemn, and there is no such thing as the past. Only the silence of the undead, the wolves are very quiet, this is probably my last night. I don't know from which era, the ancestors of man and wolf began to fight on the earth. From the beginning to the end, the sun and the moon that followed them still shine on us. But now mankind has defeated the wolf, ruled the world, the weak meat and the strong food, the natural choices, all the tacit understanding, the wolf can only resign. I packed up the ruins and left the wolves, and rushed to the human camp with anger.

The next morning, a hunting dog walked to the grass where I was ambushing. When it was close, it suddenly lifted up the hind legs and sprinkled urine. Oh, the dog is a human thing. You can take a closer look, yes, it is, the spotted dog without a tail! In my heart, I rose into an inexplicable hatred, and then turned to anger and fled in desperation.

The hunters and hounds who heard the sound surrounded me. A hunter said strangely: "I have never heard of white wolves in India. We have only seen gray wolves for so many years, or we have been Indian wolves. I have never seen them. A white wolf. You see it white hair, it should be a wolf dog." Another bearded man also said: "This is definitely a white dog. It looks like a wolf, maybe a wolf dog. It may be the owner. I rushed out, I just came to the camp to steal something and found it. This guy is bigger than the average wolf, it is definitely good for hunting. This dog I want." Then I took out a piece of meat. The bones were thrown in front of me.

Stupid humans, I grow up in the sky.

I am a wolf! A real wolf! An absolute wolf! A hundred percent wolf!

The wolf can never be tamed. Whether it is life or death, we will always run freely, instead of being led by the collar.

I believe that soon I will be able to see my family and other members of the wolves, and I can continue to run with them freely in heaven, just as I used to run on the grass in the early morning.

That night, there was a terrible wolf buzzing in the north, and it didn't stop overnight.

The third day of Huaxing Repeat School in Tianhe District, Guangzhou, Guangdong Province: Luo Zexu