阿cool是条狗,它死了。夜晚安静得像一条暗河,缓缓地流过村里人的梦乡,带走了一个个稻麦飘香的梦和一阵阵狗吠。自然,我再也听不到狗吠了,哪怕我坐在屋子里,直到听见笼子里的公鸡把黎明再次叫醒。阿cool死了,只留下一个洒满月光的草垫子和一条冰冷的铁链。草垫子是母亲把干稻草装进编织的蛇皮袋里缝制而成的,一直摆在门口,那是阿cool的床位。但是,它却不愿被束缚在那个小草垫子上。傍晚入睡前,在母亲的监视下,它乖乖地躺在草垫子上。到了第二天早晨,它 A cool is a dog, it is dead. Quiet night like a river, slowly flowing through the village people’s dreams, took away a dream of rice and wheat fragrance and barking. Naturally, I could no longer hear the barking, even if I sat in the room until I heard the rooster in the cage wake the dawn again. A cool dead, leaving only a grass mat full of moonlight and a cold chain. Grass mat is the mother put the dry straw into the woven snake skin bag made of, has been placed in the door, it is a cool bed. However, it does not want to be tied to the grass mat. Before going to sleep in the early evening, under the watchful eye of the mother, it lay obediently on the grass mat. The next morning, it