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Qiu Lin Ma did not have the units are arranged for students to write essay is an animal, for children, farm animals than they are most familiar with the dog. I was home in a remote little mountain dock, the villages inhabited only three households, and where my family and two other families there are five or six meters away populated. As I grew up in Old Yeller also had its prime of life never seen it back hare, but also recruitment network never saw it heroic struggle of the figure, although we have repeatedly opposed, Dad still vote on it Kill sell. For it does not move me attentive, because I know it will be returned. One day my father a noose ready, take Old Yeller trap when eating bad dragon it, it will be suspended at the gates of the bridge, watching Old Yeller hanging half-deserted dying, listening to it that tragic wail, One correct heart pain but is so powerless. The village no college or school to go to another village outside the home have Excellencies, about half an hour to go Avenue, and trails as long as ten to twenty minutes. . Have been able to see the house looked, and perhaps suffered a huge shock, perhaps no Old Yeller around, I had just walked courage Old Yeller stroke shaking terraces along the road turned around to go back and return home. It was an ordinary yellow dog, when I striders Mian memories over and over again trying to find its appearance, it is so vaguely. A change in the summer gurgling brook sound became elegant trickle, have yellow leaves like painting portrayed as floating in the clear waters from time to time. After listening to the sound of a long marriage and farther away until the yellow bad dragon dog quietly, I looked up from the ground up. Restoration of fields and quiet as if everything had happened, the old yellow dog was missing. Of course, it also has deserted after midnight, when there is wisdom found in tree ring all the time when it will burst into the woods cents decisive, you will hear a burst of barking then it sounds more and more away. Old Yeller has returned arrived home, I have not come out from panic detachable and wisdom are like Old Yeller did not continue to meet the same happened to me, with its body rub my feet, he kept licking bad dragon my hand go like a young or old same sinking calm my heart and soul. "These are my joy was not impressed, so I was impressed on my elementary school class that period of time I saw my old yellow dog has been harvested in the finished terraces and two large body of wild goats are nervous fight when the church it would have been to send me on the road, it will time school crossing in the road eagerly waiting for me. walked around a small bridge and then the bag will be on the mountain road, along the road and then there are five minutes to the school the most memorable I was in the autumn of that year a home. watching the kids write the story takes place between myself and the dog, I can not help but think of the children grew up with me from Old Yeller. since then spoken of killing a dog at home no one thing in Fujian rural mountain sheep no habits of a class for a partial area of the mountain for me that was my only book only seen in the picture, when it suddenly out in front of me now when I'm surprised, bad dragon fear occupied my whole body, I quickly move one lying on the floor, even with his head did not dare look up, as if afraid that ghastly discovery does not like goat, let alone have the courage Bajiao fled. could it deep in my memory occupied a small corner of the net recruitment, inadvertently along with it will be remembered daily month in day and night and then fled in turn back, and still as tame as faithful, just to see when my father would hide far. sometimes have unexpected harvest, several times when I got home shortly Old Yeller also back, and dangling from his mouth just bloody hare, the day we have to improve the livelihoods of the family. tiny and I will become a good companion when Old Yeller, often about my grandmother every hour waiting for something, that I hour waiting until three or four very sensible behaved they said to her: "Grandma you go to work now! I am a private afraid, I will play with the dog. I slowly moved forward a few steps, put his head around. It was eye and the sun and the moon, the fun going when the sun goes down until I hobbled down the way back home, Old Yeller vision often crossing welcome to continue in the same to me. I know it must have been stolen stolen dog person, and it never hesitate to forsake us, just like I would never forget it equally. Only the grandmother of a private home, only Old Yeller for dedicated fight at her side. Crossed the bridge into the woods without a moment on sunsets and gently spread across the body warm woods, pear leaves falling from the trees swirling children, the ground has accumulated a layer of leaves, foot to the dough. bad dragon Yeah, it's just one of thousands of farm dog, there is no trace of a unique identity, the name did not even ordinary. I always take the path to school. I know perhaps timid, I do not know since when, Old Yeller accompany bad dragon me on a daily walk this path. In my junior high school after a weekend of no Old Yeller recruitment network that familiar figure when I go back to that secluded home, my grandmother bad dragon said it was missing. Two classes I went to college farther away from home to school, only to return once a week, every weekend you will feel the return of a long marriage yellow dog that almost makes too much hospitality. According to my father talk about Old Yeller once they come off the birth of my home. Trail along the ridge in front of the hillside home and then crossed a small piece forward woods, woods And two grand mountain pear, then crossed a creek, there is a merger of the two wooden bridges on the creek whenever division rose water bridges bad dragon in the great waters seem so helpless, then I would have to go along. Later, two old brother goes to the core of the school to teach, my brother and I have lived College. Perhaps God has allowed bad dragon Old Yeller broke. In the end the division went to the woods Old Yeller suddenly uneasy restlessness, as if the smell of wisdom? I followed up even stage fright, and now the sun would have been down the wisdom it? So I have not yet recovered the arrow beside Old Yeller ordinary rushed out and continue to hear the bark of a tense. Walking on a small road running in front of it sometimes cited bees chase butterflies, sometimes behind the West with the East Sniff Sniff.
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