So I sometimes pay attention to check their "motivation" to become enemies. This is not to dare to use the motivation of current scholars for reference to praise or criticize the fashion of works, but to clear oneself in advance. As far as I'm concerned, it doesn't take much effort for animal psychologists, but unfortunately I don't have this knowledge. Later, in Dr. Qin Hart (Dr. O.D. &; Au) In the National Fairy Tales at the End of Natural History, I finally found the reason. It is said that the animals had a meeting because they had to discuss something important. All the birds, fish and animals got together except the elephant. Everyone agreed to send a man to meet him, and the dog was chosen as the messenger. "How can I find the elephant? I have never seen it, and I don't know. " It asked. "It's simple," the public said. "It's a hunchback." When the dog went, it met a cat and immediately arched its back. While entertaining, he walked with him, introduced the cat with a hunched back and said, "Here comes the elephant!" " But everyone laughs at it. Since then, dogs and cats have become enemies.
Although the Germans have not been out of the forest for a long time, their academic literature and art are already considerable, and even the decoration of books and the workmanship of toys are lovely. This unique fairy tale is really not beautiful; Making enemies is boring. The cat arched its back, not because it wanted to pose, but because the dog's own vision was insufficient. However, the reason can always be counted as one reason. My dislike of cats is quite different from this.
In fact, the difference between people and birds need not be so strict. In the animal kingdom, although it is not as comfortable and free as the ancients imagined, there are always fewer artificial things. They are adaptable, right is right, wrong is wrong, and they don't say a word. Worms and maggots may not be clean, but they don't pretend to be noble; Birds and beasts that prey on weak animals can be said to be ferocious, but they never put up the banner of "justice" and "justice", so that the victims still admire them before they are eaten. And people, being able to stand upright, is naturally a big step forward; Being able to speak is naturally a big step forward; Being able to write a composition is naturally a big step forward. However, it also degenerated, because at that time, empty talk began. It is not impossible to talk empty words. Even if you don't know that you are speaking against your will, animals that can only howl will inevitably be "very coy". If there really is an equal creator who is above us, we may think that human beings have too much intelligence, just like when we see a monkey doing somersaults in Wansheng Garden, the female elephant often smiles, but at the same time we will feel uncomfortable and even sad, thinking that these extra intelligences are better than nothing. However, as a person, we have to "confront our differences with our colleagues" [13], learn people's words, do as the Romans do, talk and argue.
Speaking of the reasons why I hate cats, I feel justified and aboveboard. First of all, its temperament is different from other wild animals. Anyone who preys on birds and mice always refuses to bite to death. He must play with it, let it go, catch it, catch it and let it go until he is tired of playing. This is similar to people gloating and slowly torturing the weak. Second, isn't it related to liger? But there is such a coquetry! But this may be limited to talents. If it is ten times bigger than its body, then I really don't know what kind of attitude it needs. However, these excuses seem to be added at the time of writing, although they seem to be the reasons that came to mind at that time. In order to be more reliable, or more precisely, because they howl at the same time, the procedure is so heavy that others feel uneasy, especially when they read and sleep at night. At these times, I will attack them with a long bamboo pole. When dogs cooperate on the road, idlers often hit them with a wooden stick; I have met the great P. Bruegeld. ? [14]) A copperplate "analogie der Woll ust" also painted it, which shows that such a move is consistent at home and abroad. Since the stubborn Austrian scholar S. Freud advocated psychoanalysis-psychoanalysis, I heard that Mr. Zhang Shizhao translated "Answers to the Mind". Although it is simple and ancient, it is really difficult to understand. Since then, our famous professor has been quite vague and applied, and these things will inevitably return to sexual desire. I don't care about beating dogs. As for me hitting cats, it's only because they bark, and it's not malicious. I am confident that my jealousy is not so widespread, and it is necessary to make a statement in advance when I am "easily criticized". For example, before people cooperate, there are also some formalities. The new thing is to write love letters, ranging from bundles to bundles. What are the ancient "asking names" and "accepting gifts"? The Jiang family in Haichang held a wedding in Beijing for three days. It also has a red "Happy Festival" printed on it. The preface says: "In all fairness, this is called a ceremony, but it must be heavy. Simple design, why use politeness? ..... But people who are interested in ceremonies in the world can be happy! Don't retreat to Shu Ren, where the ceremony can't go on! " However, I am not angry at all, because I don't need to be present; Therefore, it can be seen that the reason why I hate cats is simple, just because they scream in my ear. People's sense of ceremony can be ignored by outsiders, so I don't care. But if someone orders me to recite love letters and bow before reading or sleeping, it is for self-defense, and I must use a long bamboo pole to resist. Also, people who don't usually get in touch with each other suddenly sent me a red post with the words "Married for my sister", "My child is married", "Please watch the ceremony" or "He Di's visit" printed on it, which made me feel a little guilty about not spending money, and I was not very happy.
However, these are recent words. Once again, the cat I hate has known for a long time before I can say these reasons, maybe when I was ten years old. I still clearly remember that the reason is extremely simple: just because it eats mice, it eats my lovely trick of hiding mice.
I heard that westerners don't like black cats very much, but I'm not sure. But the black cat in Edgar Allen ·poe⒇'s novels is a little scary. Japanese cats are good at becoming exquisite. The legendary "Catwoman" is 2 1, and the cruelty of cannibalism is really more terrible. Although there were "ghost cats" in ancient China, I seldom heard the tricks of cats. It seems that the ancient laws have been lost and clean. Just when I was a child, I always felt a little sinister and didn't like it. It was a summer night when I was a child. I lay on a small wooden table under a big laurel tree to enjoy the cool. My grandmother is sitting at the table shaking a banana fan and telling me puzzles and stories. Suddenly, the sound of toes and claws scratching came from the sand on the laurel tree, and a pair of sparkling eyes followed the sound in the dark, which surprised me and interrupted my grandmother and told another story about the cat-
"You know what? The cat is the husband of the tiger. " She said. "How can a child know that a cat is the owner of a tiger? The tiger, who knew nothing, jumped at the cat's door. The cat taught it how to jump, how to catch and how to eat, just like its own mouse. These teachings are over; The tiger thought, all the skills have been learned, and no one can match it. Only the teacher's cat is better than himself. If you kill the cat, you will be the strongest character. He made up his mind to jump on the cat. The cat knew its purpose long ago and jumped on the tree, but the tiger could only squat helplessly under the tree. The cat hasn't taught it to climb trees yet. "
I think this is a fluke. Fortunately, the tiger was in a hurry, otherwise a tiger would climb down from the laurel tree. However, I am really afraid of people. I want to sleep in the house. The night is getting darker; Laurel leaves rustle and the breeze blows. I think the straw mat must be slightly cold, so I won't be bored when I lie down.
Under the dim light of the soybean oil lamp in the old house for hundreds of years, it is a world where mice jump over the beam, wander and squeak. That gesture is often grander than that of a "famous professor". Cats are kept, but it doesn't matter whether they eat or not. Grandma, although they often hate mice biting boxes and stealing food, I don't think it's a big crime, and it has nothing to do with me. Besides, this kind of bad thing is probably done by a big mouse, and it must not be blamed on the mouse I love. This kind of mouse generally walks on the ground, only the size of a thumb, and is not very afraid of people. We called it a "hidden mouse" there, which is different from the great man who lives in the house. There are two pieces of paper on my bed. One is the "eight-pigeon daughter-in-law" 23, all with long mouths and big ears. I don't think it is very elegant; The other "The Mouse Married" is very cute. From the groom and bride to the best man, guests and deacons, there is no one who is not a scholar but wears a red shirt and green pants. I think only those hidden mice I like can hold such a grand ceremony. It is very vulgar now, and the wedding ceremony of human beings on the road is only an advertisement for sexual intercourse, so I don't pay much attention to it; However, at that time, I wanted to watch the ceremony of "Mouse Married" 24, but I was fascinated. Even if I worship for three nights like Hai Changjiang, I'm afraid I'll be unhappy. On the night of the fourteenth day of the first month, I refused to fall asleep easily, waiting for their ceremony to come out from under the bed. However, I still only see a few naked hidden mice marching on the ground, unlike in a happy event. Until I couldn't stand it any longer, I went to bed sullenly, but when I opened my eyes, it was already dawn, and it was the Lantern Festival. Perhaps the wedding ceremony of the mouse family, regardless of the invitation, is not only to receive gifts, but also really a "ceremony", which is absolutely unpopular. I think this is their habit and they can't protest.
The enemy of mice is not cats. After the spring, you hear it "What's the matter! Hey! " Quietly crying, everyone called it "the mouse counting copper coins" and knew that its terrible Tubo was coming. This kind of voice is desperate and fearful, although it doesn't bark like this when it meets a cat. Cats are naturally scary, but as long as mice run into a small hole, there is nothing they can do, and there are still many opportunities to escape. Only the terrible Tubo snake has a slender body and a round diameter similar to that of a mouse. The mouse can go wherever it can, and the pursuit time is particularly long, so it survived. Speaking of "counting money", there is probably no second step.
Once, I heard the sound of "counting money" in an empty room. I pushed the door and went in. A snake lay on the beam and looked at the ground. A hidden mouse was lying on the ground, quarreling with blood, but the two sides fell together. I brought it here and put it in a paper box. After a long time, I woke up and gradually I was able to eat and walk. The next day, I seemed to recover, but I didn't run away. When you put it on the ground, you always run in front of people. You climb up along your legs and up to the knee condyle. Put it on the dining table, then pick up some vegetable residues and lick the edge of the bowl; On my desk, I walked leisurely. When I saw the inkstone, I licked the ink I was studying. I was very surprised. I heard from my father that there is a kind of ink monkey in China, which is only as big as a thumb and has black and shiny hair. It sleeps in a pen container. When it hears the grinding sound of ink, it will jump out and wait. When people finish writing and plug in the pen, it licks up the remaining ink on the inkstone, and then still jumps into the pen container. I would like to have such an ink monkey, but I can't get it; Asked where they got it and where they bought it, no one knew. It's better to talk about comfort than nothing. This hidden mouse can always be regarded as my ink monkey. Although it licks the ink, it may not wait until I finish writing.
I can't remember clearly. It's been like this for about a month or two. One day, I suddenly felt lonely, which was really called "if I lost something". My hidden mouse always parades in front of my eyes, either on the table or on the ground. However, I haven't seen it for a long time. Everyone had lunch and didn't see it come out. Usually, it will definitely appear. I waited for a long time, but there was still no sign.
My eldest mother, a female worker who has been leading me, may think that I have been waiting too hard and tell me a word gently. This immediately made me angry and sad, and I decided to be the enemy of the cat. She said: the hidden mouse was eaten by the cat last night!
When I lose what I love and my heart is empty, I will fill it with the evil thoughts of revenge!
My revenge, starting with a flower cat at home, gradually spread, as for all the cats I met. The first is just chasing and attacking; Later, it became smarter and smarter. It could hit them on the head with flying stones or lure them into empty houses to make them depressed. The battle lasted for quite a long time, and it seems that the cat has never come near me since then. But even if they are defeated, they are not heroes; In addition, there may not be many people fighting cats in China's life, so all the strategies and achievements have been omitted.
But many days later, maybe half a year later, I got an unexpected news: the hidden mouse was not actually hurt by the cat, but tried to climb up with its long mother's leg and was killed by her foot.
This is really unexpected before. I don't remember what it was like at that time, but my feelings with cats didn't blend in the end; When I arrived in Beijing, because it hurt the rabbit's children, I caught new doubts in the old gap and used hotter hands. The story of "hating cats" spread from now on. However, these things have already become the past. I have changed my attitude and am quite polite to cats. If necessary, I will drive them away without hurting them, let alone killing them. This is my progress in recent years. With rich experience, once we realize that cats steal fish, drag chickens and shout at night, people will naturally hate them in nine cases out of ten, and this hate is on cats. If I go out to drive away this hatred of people, hurt or kill it, it will immediately become pity, and this hatred will fall on me. Therefore, the current solution is that whenever the cat makes trouble, when someone hates it, I will stand up and shout at the door: "Shh! Get out! " A little peace means going back to the study, so that you are always qualified to defend your family. In fact, officers and men in China often use this method. They always refuse to sweep away bandits or put out the enemy, because in this way, they will not be taken seriously, or even be fired because they are useless. I think that if this method can be popularized and applied, I will probably become a "predecessor" of the so-called "guiding youth", but I am not determined to practice it yet. I am studying and deliberating it.
(February 21st, 1926)
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