When a cow eats grass, it always raises its head after eating a few mouthfuls, staring into the distance, as if somewhere invisible to us, there is someone worthy of its gratitude. It thanked this man for giving a feast of grass to it in its hunger. I think that if such a person really exists, then he must be the god of grass and trees who is as compassionate as the earth mother. It was he who saved the world of cattle with grass.

In my impression, cows are not picky about eating grass. They keep their tongues close to the ground and roll them skillfully. Only half of the grass and trees growing on the ground are left shivering in the wind. If it's the busy farming season, it's often not until night falls and the moon climbs over the ridge that my father takes off the yoke from the cow's neck. The cow was exhausted and hungry, with a heavy breath in its nostrils, and stumbled back home covered in mud and water. At this time, my mother quickly asked me to take out the grass that I had cut on the hillside after school. The cows eagerly came up to me and wolfed down the grass. The rustling sound immediately reminded me of it. This is true hunger, but even so, the cow does not forget to raise its head, glance around with wet eyes to show its gratitude, and then lowers its head again and chews wildly.

In fact, cattle are very picky about grass, just like people are picky about their diet. If there is no need to plow the fields and it is a season of lush vegetation, the cattle will have the opportunity to choose their favorite food. At this time, there are many plants and trees that it will turn a blind eye to. Take mugwort for example. The reason why cattle don't like it is probably because this herb exudes an unpleasant smell. Among the many plants and trees, I think cows like thatch the most. The leaves of thatch are relatively large and the color of the leaves is particularly bright green. In the eyes of cattle, thatch is the best choice. As soon as it sees the thatch, it will spread its legs, sway its tail quickly, run straight away, and start eating with a look of joy. But no matter how complacent it is, it will suddenly wake up after eating for a while, raise its head, and look at us standing beside it with eyes staring into the distance. This is a look of gratitude. In the eyes of the cow, we are the gods of its vegetation!

Thatch is also a plant that people of my age like, but our eyes are not on the leaves, but on its roots. Those white and tender thatch roots have little knots like lotus roots, which are sweet. When we herd cattle, we dug up the soil, pulled out the thatch roots from the depths of the soil, and then put them in our mouths and chewed them like cows, chewing them over and over again, letting the sugar flow into our thin bodies. Here, it becomes a part of our body.

The process of cows eating grass is actually the process of their growth. Unlike us humans, at the end of their growth, cows cannot escape the fate of being served on our dining tables. Before killing a cow, just like a prisoner preparing a sumptuous dinner before execution, people will prepare good forage for it to eat as much as it can. Even at this time, the cow still raised its head and cast its last grateful gaze into the distance as it did in the past. Only this time, indescribable tears would flow from the corners of its eyes, and the slaughterer standing in front of it was exactly what it had in mind. God of vegetation.