The article You must also be a cow .

On Sunday afternoon, it was very hot and I helped the village herd the cattle. The breeder's uncle told me: "Herding cattle is like reading a book, you have to concentrate, and the cows have to go and release water after eating grass for a while." I nodded and led the cow away.

I love cows, "cattle are a farmer's treasure", although there is a tractor, but it is indispensable when farmers are busy plowing the fields. The cow I put is very large, and I heard from the adults that this cow weighs more than 1,300 catties. Its eyes were piercing, its mouth was large, and its head was flanked by a pair of sensitive ears that moved slightly with its voice, making a whirring sound when it breathed.

There are crooked horns on either side of the ears. It has four pillar-like legs and a long tail like a rope that flicks away mosquitoes and flies on its back. I led the cow to the grassy place, and then sat down on the ground, and watched the cow graze, and saw its tongue hook, and hooked a bunch of grass into its mouth, and in a while, the grass was finished.

Just then, I heard a burst of laughter coming from a distance, and when I listened closely, it turned out to be the sound of my friends in the creek. I couldn't help but itch, I really wanted to get into the water, but as soon as I saw the cow, I started to swim. All at once I wrapped the rope around the tree and was drawn to the river.

The river was rippling, and my friends and I were having fun when someone shouted, "The cow eats the rice." When I heard this, I hurriedly ran over and pulled the cow rope vigorously, but the cow had already eaten a large piece of rice.

Uncle Keeper panted and ran over and looked at me seriously, I lowered my head.

After this incident, I didn't do anything half-heartedly.

The cow is ordinary, the cow is great, and the cow is selfless.

The ox has a pair of horns on its head, slender limbs, a strong body, and an elongated tail. Young cows can pull plows, cows can produce milk, and they can be found everywhere in the countryside. The ox gave its whole body to mankind, but died in a corner of the barn without asking for anything in return.

No one pays attention to the death of a cow, and no one remembers what it has done for us after it dies. The cow is like this, born in obscurity in this world, and left in obscurity, but it left too many things for people. It had nothing else to ask for, just a cowshed to shelter from the wind and rain, and a hay to survive.

Lu Xun said: "Heng Mei coldly pointed at Qianfu, bowed his head and was willing to be a son of a cow." "The ox eats grass, but milk and blood are milked.

This obscure cow reminds me of some of the people in my life who are silently giving. Farmers who farm the land, factory workers, school teachers, they are like cattle in obscurity with dedication, and they work in obscurity, but they do not ask for much reward. How can life continue to exist without them?

There are no peasants, ** grain? No workers, ** to the building? Without a teacher, where do students go to learn knowledge?

In the west, there are also many such people. On July 1, 2006, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was opened, which reminds me of the volunteers who developed the western region. They endured the cold and the cold, endured the drought and the flood, and brought prosperity to the motherland.

I respect the cow, he is diligent, obscure, hardworking, selfless and dedicated to serving the people. It can be compared to pine and aspen; You can sit at the same time as the "Four Gentlemen".

The spirit of the cow is worth learning from!

I have a special respect for Chinese cattle.

What impressed me the most was counting.

A "encounter" on the ridge of the field.

A group of friends outing, I led the way in the narrow Qianmo, how did I expect to meet a few ploughing cattle, the narrow road can not accommodate people and cattle, there is finally one party to give way, they have not approached, we have expected to fight the livestock, I am afraid it is inevitable to step into the muddy water of the rice field, so that the shoes and socks are muddy and water. While we were hesitating, a bull in the lead stopped not far from us, looked up, hesitated a little, and then walked down the field of its own, and a team of ploughing oxen followed it all away from Qianmo and passed by us.

We were all stunned, and when we looked back at the dark brown cow team that had disappeared at the end of the road, we suddenly felt that we had been greatly favored.

The cattle of China are forever silently doing heavy work for people. On the earth, in the morning light or the scorching sun, it dragged its heavy plough and lowered its head step by step, dragging out row after row of loose soil behind it so that people could plant. When the land is golden or the farming is slack, it may have to carry heavy loads, or walk around the stone mill all day long, in the same direction, without a meter.

In its silent labor, man gets the harvest he deserves. At that time, perhaps, it can loosen a heavy burden, stand under a tree, and eat a few bites of tender grass. Occasionally wagging its tail, waging its ears, and driving away the flies that fly on its body are already its most leisurely life.

Chinese cattle do not have the habit of running in herds, and they are always heavy and solid. They are not like the cattle of India, which carry the sacred name and roam the streets with their tails wagging. They are not like Dutch dairy cows or Japanese beef cattle, where they have nothing to do all day long, and they just wait for one to die.

They are not like Spanish bullfights, where they are all energized and are fighting furiously.

Working silently and calmly, this is the Chinese cow.

The cow is a hardworking animal.

I think that the cow should be the most loyal and obscure companion and friend of human beings in the world!

They have been working in the fields with their mothers since they were young, and they began to learn from their mothers to do a little work when they were older. When they reach adulthood, they have to work in the fields on their own until they die! They dedicate all their lives to the farmland and to human beings, but they are so obscure that they will not wag their tails to their masters like puppies to ask for credit; Nor will they walk back and forth in the yard and outside the house like a hen before she gives birth to chicks, showing off her great achievements to other fowls; Not to mention the unlucky mouse that is like a kitten and arrogantly stands in front of its owner, waiting for a few meaningless words of praise.

It's about working steadfastly, without requirements, without complaints!

Cattle live a lifetime and serve humans for a lifetime, and in the end ......Alas! Don't say it! It's just that I think that the cows give for people, and people don't give them anything in return. What happened to the cows!

The cow is an animal that can communicate with the human heart. The cow is a relatively long-lived animal, so it has seen the warmth and coldness of the world and felt the true feelings of human beings. It will shed tears, which are tears that collide with the human heart. As long as you treat it wholeheartedly, it will also remain loyal to you.

Let those who are indulgent and flattering delight the noble European dog (which is also loyal), and detest this hard-working, obscure ox, and I will praise the ox with a loud voice!

Year of the Ox Talk Cow Talk Cow Essay on the Year of the Ox.

The eyes are bright, and it is always so industrious; It blends in with its characteristic quality between the pages of the book, from yellowed to new. — Inscription.

In the haze of the early morning, there is always the back of its hard work; Under the sunset, it is still its busy persistence. From ancient times to the present day, the praise is imprinted with the deep footprints of the cow, solid and steady. Totems, zodiacs, poems, and ink paintings all show people's love and praise for cows.

Silent devotion is a quality peculiar to cattle. Because of its busyness, the spring breeze brings vitality, and life becomes full. Under the scorching summer sun, what remains unchanged is its sweaty figure - although it is panting, it has never stopped its hard work.

In the autumn harvest, in the golden waves, there is still its song of labor. The cold of winter did not let it retreat either, and devotion was its constant tune. As the poem says:

Ploughing thousands of acres and thousands of boxes, who is exhausted and injured. But all living beings are satisfied, and they do not hesitate to lie sick and lie in the sun. "It's so selfless, and the heat and cold have never hindered its dedication.

Throughout the four seasons, across the era, as far as the ancients, down to the Z, what is found is its silent dedication to the people's diligence.

The industriousness of the ox has become more and more memorable in the passage of time, and the loyalty of the ox has become more enduring and unforgettable.