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我最喜欢带着胡萝卜气味的她。很久以前,她把我从一个嘈杂的市场带到了这个地面光洁的地方,我在这个四面是白色围栏的小小空间里吃干草、粮食、鲜果,吃一切我嗅起来感到可以吃的东西。这会儿,带着胡萝卜味儿的她蹲在了我的面前。我知道自己又在伸长脖子,把爪子搭上铁栏,将鼻子向外顶了。进食是我生存的一大光荣追求,她如果不懂,那至少我还能留些尊严,尽管我也不是很清楚什么叫尊严。我只知道,不能随时吃到自
My favorite smell of carrots with her. A long time ago she took me from a noisy market to this smooth ground, where I ate hay, grain, fresh fruits, and eaten everything I could smell to eat. At this moment, she squatted in front of me with a taste of carrot. I knew I was stretching my neck again, catching the paw on the rail, and pushing my nose out to the top. Eating is a glorious pursuit of my survival, if she does not understand, at least I can still retain some dignity, although I am not very clear what is dignity. I only know that can not eat from time to time