one

In the last few years of my life, I wandered in the mountains of Shennongjia all day. I am old, and this kind of aging can't be expressed in words. My only wish now is to eat. Besides water, I need meat, bloody meat, and then have a good sleep and relive my old dreams.

I am a lonely leopard, my kind, my brothers and sisters, my parents are all dead, and I watched them die.

Loneliness is our nature. We are naturally lonely and silent elves, who occasionally growl, which is also used to express our worries and heroism when there is no similar kind. Several times, when I was proud, I saw whether my roar shook the stars in the sky. I thought I could always beat those arrogant stars. Later, it was realized. After my roar, I saw the stars in the southwest corner falling like raindrops.

It's March, and the snow on the mountain hasn't melted yet. I heard the long howl of muntjac. I see thistle. It has hard thorns. I suddenly met a porcupine here. The porcupine got into the depths of thistle and unfolded a golden pheasant with a red belly. This used to be my delicious food, and I looked up and watched it fly away.

This is a mountain called Mangya. I'm going to a water nest in Qinshui to drink water. I carefully bypassed the hunter's condom, steel sleeve and rope, as well as the sinister padded gun. I drank enough water and looked at my own shadow. I am no longer afraid of death. It's only a matter of time before I die. I've already dodged 10 1 times.

Now, I look around and suddenly miss my brother. His name is Hammer. He always calls my name: "axe, axe!" " "I hope he calls my name, not" revenge! "Revenge." But what I heard was: "revenge, revenge!" " "

I've been dreaming about my brother recently, listening to him seek revenge from me in his dreams.

Brother Hammer and I got closer in the two years when my mother led us. Growing up, driven away by our mother, we each occupied a mountain and ignored each other.

My brother died tragically at the gun of the old enemy. One claw of the hammer was cut off by the old pipe and hollowed out to make a cigarette bag. The five nails of this "smoking bag" are as good as ever, that is, my brother's hand. They are flamboyant and can catch any prey like iron. Why else would our mother name him Hammer?

Now I want to talk about two hunting dogs "Snow Mountain" and "Grassland" in Laoguan. My brother's last breath was bitten by the snow-capped mountain, and the grass once gouged out one of my mother's eyes. These fierce hounds are accomplices of human beings.

My brother is a fierce leopard, but he lacks brains. His attacks on domestic animals are very rare, mainly aimed at docile cloven-hoofed animals. But even if he doesn't hurt a livestock, the old custom will kill us all. In this place, we have confronted mankind for tens of thousands of years. In the end, we failed, and our relatives closed their eyes with hatred. They don't understand why humans are so powerful and hate us until they die. We always stay away from human beings, which is what our mother taught us. Mom said, don't mess with them, they have guns. Although they can laugh, their eyes are full of bloodthirsty desire. Mom said that one year, she saw humans killing each other, and we leopards wouldn't bite the body of another leopard even if we starved to death.

Speaking of my brother getting into trouble, it is because he is too confident and too carried away. At that time, he decided to conquer a Sumen antelope, which was called Dayang locally. When this big sheep appeared in front of my brother, his brother had a vain passion. My ancestors may have conquered this big sheep, but I have never seen it.

After seeing Dayang for the second time, my brother decided to do it. Just as my brother approached the big sheep, the cry of Western jackdaw in the west broke the silence, and the big sheep became alert and ran towards a cliff. Such a heavy body is so light when jumping on a cliff, just like a flying stone. However, this grass is a green bait, and the big sheep will always come back. It took the first bite and will come back for the second bite. On the afternoon of the third day, my brother jumped on another big sheep.

I saw this big sheep suddenly turned around, aimed at my brother, and even picked its horn in my brother's abdomen. The angry sheep ran over my brother! The roar of my brother and the howl of the sheep came and went. Later, I saw the big horn holding my brother high, and my brother bit the neck of the big horn. Finally, the big sheep broke free from my brother's mouth, loosened its horns and ran desperately towards Lao Lin. Leaving the injured brother alone, leaving the sheepskin chewing in his mouth.

That night, I looked at my brother Hammer in despair. In the morning, I heard gunshots.

It was the shot of the old manager. Lao Guan and his three sons have been following Dayang for seven days. Following the blood trail, my injured brother was first found in the snowy grassland.

The cry of the snow-capped mountains made Lao Guan's third son jump up and pounce on my brother with a hunting hook and a mountain knife in his hand. The third son of Lao Guan is an extremely young and cruel killer. /kloc-The killer of 0/5 years threw a long rope at my brother, and it hooked my brother's hip so accurately. Snow-capped mountains and grasslands rushed at my brother like arrows.

Later, I didn't know how my brother ran. When the sun was at the top, a group of hunters carried the big sheep instead of my brother.

My brother fled to a higher mountain, but Lao Guan knew that his brother would come down and he would definitely come down to drink water. He lost a lot of blood. In this hot summer, there is no water on the top of the mountain.

On the fifth day, my brother reappeared in the vision of the old manager.

A large area of flies surrounded my brother, and his wound rotted. But his behavior still has the dignity of a leopard.

The gun went off and the old customs had already installed it. When my brother stumbled down, the snow mountain had jumped up and grabbed his throat.

My brother fell on the edge of Besson's puddle. Snow-capped mountains are tearing at my brother's neck, and grass is biting his hind legs. I know my brother died of thirst. I saw the reflection of water waves in his eyes, so green and clear. Since then, I have been drinking water desperately, and my brother's thirst has also infected me. I have always maintained a special interest in water.

In addition to Guan's paw, my brother's other three paws, one for the brigade secretary and two for the commune armed minister.

two

When I remembered my brother so much, I heard the voice of Huang Ji in my ear. I know they are calling their companions down the mountain to drink water.

I was dizzy and running around, and I didn't know when I walked into a hole. Behind two thick birch trees, I opened my eyes and seemed to see me.

My mother came to me with a weasel in her mouth.

I stood up and greeted her like a child. I will bite her tail and ears like a lovely childhood, or take her prey, bite with my brother and sister, and then listen to my mother's gentle reprimand.

My mother disappeared while I was staring. Ah, mom is dead.

My mother is a beautiful female leopard. At that time, we lived in the mountain opposite Baiyan. Wan Ren stands on the white rock wall like a group of huge ancient castles. White rocks are in front of us, and the fields are red leaves of mountains. Our childhood forged a brilliant and flamboyant temperament in that environment. Sometimes, mom just looks at Bai Yan. She lifted her front legs and spread her tail in a circle around her waist. I appreciate this gesture. My mother said to us, "You are a leopard only when you bite prey. Not at other times. " I think my mother was also a leopard when she watched the sunset at Baiyan, the best and greatest leopard. Because at that time, she was full of mystery and dignity.

Below the white rock is the wild cat river, which makes a thrilling roar. It is impossible to dream in such a roar without giving birth to heroism.

Shortly after my brother died, I once went to visit my mother in Wildcat River Canyon. She didn't welcome me and treated me like countless times in the past. She hasn't allowed us near her since we grew up.

The fire broke out a few days after I left my mother in dismay. At that time, drought hit the whole Shennong mountain area. Two loggers climbed to the roof of the shed and raped a female worker who knocked over a kerosene lamp.

The fire burned for two whole days and nights, and the wild cat river was bubbling. The smell of burning animals is everywhere. In Baiyan, hundreds of wild animals jumped off the cliff.

I ran like crazy. When I ran up a hill, I found my mother prancing in the fire!

My mother suddenly gave birth to my sister! I saw her give birth to that bright red larva! But when my mother looked back, my sister was furious. Mother ran down the hill, and I heard the wild cat valley screaming: "leopard!" " Leopard! "More than one hundred people began to run after their mother.

I saw my mother, who was running away crazily and gave birth to another cub-that was my other premature sister! My sister was caught screaming as soon as she landed. My mother jumped into the wild cat river with blood spattered on her tail.

People gathered around and stones and sticks rained down on my mother. The whole valley was dark and crowded with people. Mother was subdued and prone on the beach. Several people came with a bundle of rope, and some people pressed their mother's head with thick trunks. Suddenly, a cadre-looking man came over and everyone made way for him. It was not this cadre who prompted my mother to escape. When people were chanting that Secretary XX was coming, the hands of two hairdressers suddenly softened and loosened. Humans always have fear for no reason. Are they afraid? Humans are such a group of things that they insist that nothing can last. My mother jumped up at the opportunity and people dodged like mud. I heard the leader who had not approached loudly say, "Yes, yes, yes!" " "

After the fire, the sound died down and I met my mother. Her hair was all burnt, her scalp cracked, her teeth were knocked out, her tail was short, and her two hind paws were bloody!

My mother is calm. We watched silently in the distance.

A few days later, when her mother was better, she began to miss her two premature daughters, so she ventured into the charred wildcat valley. The mother was there looking for her children, and she completely forgot to protect herself.

The oldest hunter in Shennongjia appeared. On the day of his 85th birthday, Lao Guan took his only two sons up the mountain for the last time. His second son died in the battle to put out the mountain fire, and their family became a glorious martyr.

Finding the trace of the leopard is undoubtedly a shot in the arm for Lao Guan. We can see that this excellent old hunter is so brave. His eldest son has a semi-automatic rifle, and his youngest son has a hunting hook.

My mother is aware of the danger. Look, my mother, she is a real leopard, she is scarred beyond recognition, but she is still a black lightning, she ran to the white rock!

I saw Lao Guan flushed and struggling to run. I saw a leopard claw running out of his arms-it was his cigarette bag, my brother's claw.

My mother ran away after being caught. My mother escaped after being shot.

Even more thrilling is the back, after my mother jumped off one cliff after another. About in a wild peony field in the middle of Baiyan Mountain, there is a white peony flower swaying like a wreath of mourning. My mother stood there with an unattainable cliff above her head and steep rocks at her feet.

My mother flew off the rock at the moment they shot, and rushed to Laoguan. She must have seen her child's paw, which is her own flesh and blood. She is familiar with the smell of her children. The momentum of her fall firmly knocked Lao Guan to the ground. At this moment, the gun rang and a stream of blood rose to the sky. That's my mother's blood! When my mother's two front paws touched the ground, one grabbed Lao Guan's face and the other grabbed the snowy mountain.

The howl of the snow-capped mountains is really a miserable howl of mangy dogs, but the grass became an accomplice to my mother's death this time. Bite twice, it has one of my mother's eyes in its mouth, and my mother can't resist. The grass swallowed the eyes.

At sunset, they carried my dead mother away.

three

The last person I saw was my rival Si Tong. My rival in love, Happy Stone, we lean together and speak our inner words through our eyes. Our communication depends on our eyes and hearts. I asked him about Guo Hong, and he said she was shot. Hong Guo, I once pursued her, and that was our * * *

The beloved female leopard. I saw that we shed tears when we described the red fruit with our eyes. Si Tong and I used to be enemies.

He told me how he lived to this day. He told me how he escaped hunters and condoms, padded guns and traps, and how he moved from one cleaned hill to another, and then moved, moved, moved.

Just one day later, a friendly, kind and cheerful stone brought me a forest? Left me. To capture this forest? I know he has drilled through the terrible thistle bushes.

On a dark night, I walked into an unknown canyon and came across the body of a stone. There are some unfinished dead fish around him, and there are countless dead fish floating on the river. A more poisonous smell than Garcinia cambogia emanates from the water. This stone was poisoned by poisonous fish.

He is a strong leopard. He can catch better food. He shouldn't eat such dead fish. But hunting is getting harder and harder now. He left me a forest? But he was hungry. My friend, Stone, your death has something to do with me. Stone, my friend, under the stars all over the sky, I sit alone and say nothing. I suddenly realized that I was alone, and a great sense of loneliness came at me crazily.

Lao Guan is dead.

One day, the 90-year-old manager said, "Get me a bowl of bear oil fried rice!" " "The eldest son said," Dad, we haven't had bear oil for a long time. "

"There is obviously a jar, and I buried it in the hole behind the house," said the manager. The eldest son smiled. "Dad, that was three years ago. Didn't you dig it out early and eat it? "

"Bullshit!" The old customs scolded. The grandson who sawed wood said, "You are crazy."

"Bullshit!" The old manager scolded again: "You think I'm deaf, little bastard!" "

The old customs that are awake during the day become confused at night. One night, he got up and cut off his hand with an axe, sent it to his eldest son's bed and said, "Secretary, hollowed it out to make a tobacco pouch."

Lao Guan was carried into the medical room of the brigade. When he woke up, he looked for his hand everywhere, crying that his grandson had cut it for him. Because his grandson hates him, his grandson sleeps in the same bed with him, dreaming of letting the old man die so that he can have a bed and a quilt for himself.

He proposed to his grandson, who fled to the mountains. Three days later, he came back and announced an amazing news: he found an old bear.

The third son went up the mountain alone, killed an old bear of several hundred catties and carried it home. The third son gave the bear's four paws to Lao Guan. The eldest son quickly cut off a piece of bear meat and refined it into fried bear oil rice.

When they brought the steaming bear oil rice to Lao Guan's bed, Lao Guan was dead with a bear's paw tied to his residual hand.

That night, I sat on the old man's grave. The old killer is dead, buried in such cold loess rock. However, the flame of my revenge suddenly creaked and burned, and Lao Guan was not dead! Lao Guan is coming to me! Old Guan's eyes were shining with green light, and he climbed down. The snow-white fluff stood up like the fruit hair of Xanthium sibiricum, and he shook his fat tail ... It was a snowy mountain!

Snow Mountain crouched on the tomb of Laoguan, and I have quietly retreated behind the wild walnut tree. Snow Mountain is old, and its owner has passed away. It comes to the grave every night to wake up the old customs, and it rotates with the grass. The faithful dog is now crying to Wildcat Valley in the wind. Its cry is so sincere.

I quickly jumped over and bit the neck of Snow Mountain.

Another dusk, I looked from the mountain and saw the grass on the tomb of the old manager. There is also a small grave next to the old official grave, which belongs to the snowy mountain.

At the fifth watch, I rushed down, stepped into the sheepfold, killed the only ewe of the old housekeeper, picked it up and left.

My fake escape was trapped in the grass. Grass will never leave me. But it doesn't know that the old housekeeper is sleeping soundly now.

I put down the sheep and ran to higher mountains and denser Woods, followed by grass.

I jumped into the air almost at the same time as the grass. I remembered my mother's words, you are a leopard only if you bite your prey! We roll, fight and chew.

I finally killed the grass. I bit off its two eyes with my teeth.

four

I began to follow the old man's third son. His muscles are more and more developed, his beard is harder and harder, and his eyes are more and more fierce.

Lao Guan's third son is Tai and Lao Guan's grandson is Mao. Taihe wool often goes hand in hand. Too many hunting hooks are always with me. Mao is even worse, and the boy is still there.

After the death of the snowy grassland, two more violent hunting dogs were fed, one named Loess and the other named Gaopo.

I saw taimao arguing. The wife said, "You're just like your mother, not the kind we keep house. Now you monopolize your grandfather's bed and house, and you want to occupy my bedclothes and make me homeless. Go back and ask your mother why she put three croissants in my wine last night? "

"That's to poison you." "Well, Mao, you have seed."

Also carrying a hunting hook. Mao stood there. He is still young, but he has big ears, which are the ears of the old manager.

I rushed down to bite Mao's ear. Loess and high slope pounced on me at the same time, and my wife quickly turned her head. Too big to throw a mountain knife, and it didn't cut me. I ran away happily.

Because of the joy of revenge, I can't tell you how to get through it. I was deeply moved by the sight of a large group of jays passing through the Woods and the beautiful singing of short-winged tree warblers. I slept lazily in the bright grass full of purple flowers, and I saw a pair of long-tailed pheasants snuggling in the canopy, and a pair of leopard cats making love in the warm sun above another beech. I feel feverish all over.

I am bumping like a blind donkey in lust, and I want to level the world.

This spring, I killed more than twenty goats, sheep and some piglets. I just killed them. I don't eat them. Because my heart is burning, their blood will only make it burn more vigorously. The pursuit of me is unprecedented. This year, about thousands of people were dispatched. People talk about leopard color change.

I was heading for Baiyan in the fog of late autumn, and a blind bear blocked my way. The hateful old bear came up to me and slapped me. Fortunately, I hid quickly. I gave it a good slap with my tail. The old bear came at me again and I was caught in it. We can't understand each other's language, so we can only keep playing.

Finally, I was neck and neck with the old bear and had to go our separate ways.

When the first heavy snow came this year, I climbed to the top of Baiyan Mountain. At the top of the mountain, I looked at the ravines and valleys under my feet, at the ants-like people, villages and smoke hidden in the cracks, and at the blue rivers and silver-haired mountains. Mom, did you stand in our childhood home and look at me?

I rolled and rolled down the hill. I rolled and rolled, and one day I rolled to the grave of Lao Guan. There is a new grave next to the old tomb, which is too much for his three sons. I know the whole story.

One day, Taihe and his sister-in-law went to the market and walked into a steamed stuffed bun shop. Sister-in-law Taipo bought twenty buns and said, "You won't break up with us until I finish smoking a bag of cigarettes." The wife has never eaten so many so fragrant paomo, and immediately nodded her head.

His sister-in-law's leopard claw tobacco pouch is old, which was inherited by Lao Guan's eldest daughter-in-law. I ate too much steamed buns, but his sister-in-law burned tobacco too fast that day. Sister-in-law finished smoking, and the twenty steamed buns were finally stuffed into her mouth. When his sister-in-law hit the hookah, her head tilted and she died. There are at least three steamed stuffed buns in his mouth.

I no longer have the idea of revenge. It's all there. Everything is enough.

I'm starving. It is difficult for me to get food, and I am often full of hunger. There are fewer and fewer wild animals on the mountain, and I can't walk steadily against the sun.

About lunch time, the smell of cooking smoke and bacon stewed potatoes floating over the scattered houses at the foot of the mountain aroused my potential appetite.

I walked along the mountain root. The village was so quiet that even the dogs didn't bark. This let me off guard. Just then, I saw a child about two years old, sitting on the ground and playing with stones with relish.

I saw the child's two big helix, which are clearly the old helix, the hunter's helix! I suddenly remembered who I am now. I rushed over and bit the child's ear. I remember that I am a leopard!

Almost at the same time, a figure jumped out of the cellar next to me, like a mountain beast pouncing on me. I let go of the child and struggled with the light and flexible shadow. The black shadow jumped on a stone above my head and flew down. Before I could dodge, my spine was crushed and I couldn't stand up. Then, many people ran out of the cellar and rained sticks on me. I saw my mother.