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Once, I had an identity, a little-known shepherd boy.

At that time, there were cows for me to graze, including yellow cattle, buffaloes and calves.

In those years, our village had a strong team of shepherds, and every time they left the village, they were particularly attractive and imposing.

In addition to herding cattle, we will also help our neighbors look after their homes, so the team leaving the village is really huge. The cows lined up in a long line and walked up the hill in an orderly way, followed by our shepherd boy team.

We know that if it weren't for the path, it would be strange if they lined up in such an orderly way. When they leave home, they can do whatever they want. They really do.

Grazing is a happy thing. We not only don't have to work in the fields with our parents, but also have fun. The most important thing is that you can see fierce fighting scenes, of course, bull fights. We shepherds are in harmony.

Our shepherd boy team once went up the mountain and brought almost all the cows in the village, big and small, men and women, handsome and ugly. I forgot that there is no such thing as a handsome and ugly cow.

Sometimes when I first arrive at the village entrance, some scalp will itch. In order not to disturb our trip, we will go up with slender and elastic bamboo sticks and give the troublemakers a good beating. They knew they were indefensible and rushed to the front line, so they didn't have to stop.

Sometimes the lever is not good, which will bring trouble to those good cows next to them and push them to the bottom of the road or into the ditch by the side of the road. We laughed from ear to ear.

On the slope, the orderly and obedient team suddenly lost its organization and discipline, and everyone dispersed to find their own food. They seldom get together in groups, fearing to rob each other of food.

When we get to the slope, we will leave them alone. Let them have fun, as long as they don't get lost.

When we were tired of playing, we began to look for Niu Er, not to go home, but to watch a performance.

Before, itching brought us together and we gave them a chance to fight to the end.

Sometimes it works. Before they got together, they were ready to fight, their eyes were full of murderous look, and their heads wriggled towards each other. They are not afraid because they have horns. They speak with strength.

Suddenly, the life-and-death scene was quietly broken, and the fight began. It was really fierce.

The grass made them out of the ditch, and there were many big pits and small pits. Grass is the victim.

That ditch is where their feet were pulled out. The strong ones pushed forward hard, but the weak ones couldn't stay up. They were pushed directly, and their limbs stood on the grass, but they were pushed for a distance. At ordinary times, we all shout hello beside us, although I don't know if they understand.

The terrain is not very flat, so whoever is below will suffer, so the two sides fight and find opportunities to switch to the top, and switch left and right. You push me and shove me, and they are in a dilemma and trample the good grass to pieces. Just look at this and you will know how fierce the fighting is.

Listening to the sound of two heads colliding is scary, but I'm not so worried when I get used to it. I just watched them perform quietly.

Sometimes one side will be forced into a small bush or next to a stone pile, and sometimes our feet will slip and stumble and make us laugh for a long time.

What impressed us most was the brave cow, which fought for a long time with twice its size, fought from here to there and came back from there, thinking that it was born for fighting.

Although small and thin, the technology is ok and the weapons are quite powerful. Longer and sharper than the opponent's horn, causing great harm to the opponent.

Sometimes, when they are fighting, they will suddenly turn to eat grass, as if we had agreed to replenish our strength first. When we are not satisfied, we will drive them together again, but usually they just pretend and don't really do it. If they are tired, we won't force them to eat.

Ironically, when we were ready to go home and gather the team, they fought again. We don't know what this play is. Anyway, it has disturbed the team and will be served again.

Fighting is not just about bulls. Sometimes cows and cowboys fight without losing bulls, which may be the power brought by maternal love.

Fighting between cowboys is another flavor. It looks like tickling. When the two heads touch, they will jump around there, as if they were frightened.

I have seen wonderful fighting scenes in my career as a shepherd boy. I broke the horn and the blood kept dripping. It can only be considered as average. The fight hit the mountainside, rolled to the foot of the mountain, and slammed into the stone, with broken ribs and broken horns. This is the first one. Heroes are destined to go down in history, which reminds me.

Recreational bullfighting has also produced a different kind of stimulation, and the shepherd boy's short life has a different flavor. Unfortunately, there are no more cows. Even if there are cows, there are no shepherds.

When I was a child, I liked Chinese New Year and festivals twice, not only because of fun, but also because of money.

We will have activities to watch during the Chinese New Year and the holidays here, and it is also a time when we have money to spend when we were young.

The Spring Festival Games will be held in many places. One village undertakes it alone and several villages jointly hold it. The difference lies in the bonus and the audience. The higher the bonus, the more participants and audiences.

Next, let's talk about the duel version of bullfighting, which is an indispensable event in every place.

There are two different kinds of competitions, bullfighting and buffalo fighting. Buffalo's bonus is higher than that of cattle. As for why, I think the lethality of buffalo duel is the main factor.

Because we live in the countryside, the bullring is naturally not too high, but a place that cows are familiar with, on the field.

At the beginning of the event, the audience will choose their favorite projects to watch, and naturally there will be many wonderful programs similar to bullfighting.

The audience will stand on the ridge and watch the game. It takes courage to stand on the ridge beside the field. Although it is close and can be seen clearly, it is also the most unsafe.

The soil in the field is very loose, and the participating cows fight in it and kick the soil around. Sometimes both sides push each other's heads into the mound, and both of them are dirty.

Swinging from side to side, the sound of collision between corners is crisp, and the collision between skulls is even more banging, which is what the audience likes.

If one side suddenly pushes the other side back a distance, the audience will give a loud cry. If you hear a distant cry, there will be a wonderful moment.

When one side estimates that it can't compete with the other side and is ready to escape, it turns around and runs. The audience cheered one after another, rejoicing for the winners and sighing for the losers. This is why I like watching bullfighting. There will never be less passion here.

Watching bullfighting is risky. Although the game has been decided, the pursuit between the two sides has just begun. Sometimes the escaped cattle will run to crowded places, causing a commotion and tension. Occasionally, people fall while hiding from cows. Fortunately, the problem is not serious. So, if you have a chance to see it, remember to stay away.

The opponent won't let go even if he admits defeat. This is a common scene in buffalo wars. Maybe the ox is lazy and can't bear to chase the opponent who gives up.

The Double Ninth Festival on September 9, the New Rice Festival on June 6, and the unique solar terms in many places, there are many opportunities to watch the official bullfight, but that was before, and now I have no time to go if I want to see it.

The duel version of the bullfight is very tragic. The bull that finally won the grand prize was also bruised all over, with blood on his forehead and sharp horns on his neck. But it is a hero in our hearts and deserves our cheers and the love of its owner.