Confession

A hunter took his dog to hunt in the distant mountains and old forests. Because of the unbearable heat, poisoned snakes appeared in the mountains and forests. Because of an accidental paralysis, the hunter was bitten by a poisonous snake. The poisoned hunter immediately passed out, his whole body was swollen, and his life was at stake. Seeing this, the hunter's dog jumped up and down in a hurry and circled the hunter, howling non-stop, screaming for help to the deep mountains of the empty valley. Suddenly, it roared away from the hunter as if he had woken up. The dying hunter looked at his dog, and he closed his eyes in despair as his last friend in this desperate place passed away. Not long after, the dog whistled again, and the hunter found a grass in the dog's mouth. To the hunter's surprise, it was a snake herb. The dog chewed the grass carefully in its mouth, forming a very soft pinch, and then carefully applied its tongue to the hunter's wound. After a while, the hunter's severe pain finally stopped and he stood up again. The hunter took the dog in his arms with gratitude, stroked its bruised body scratched by the thorn jungle, and secretly rejoiced that he had such a spiritual dog.

However, because the hunter's body was still relatively weak after being bitten by the venomous snake, for several days, the hunter did not and could not catch any prey. He could only eat the dry food he brought when he entered the mountain to maintain his life. When only the last bite of dry food was left in the cloth bag, the hunter fell into despair again. Because he knew that although he was not bitten to death by the snake, he would eventually starve to death in this deep mountain valley. The strong desire to survive made the hunter finally target the dog beside him. Although he was unwilling to do so from his conscience, this was a dog who had been with him day and night for many years and had saved his life! But when the dog was not paying attention, the hunter still fired a shot at it. The **, who woke up, looked at the hunter, at the black muzzle in the hunter's hand, and seemed to understand something immediately. It wailed, with large tears in its eyes, and then dragged the leg wounded by the hunter into the deep forest, not becoming a hunter's food. However, the hunter did not starve to death in the end, and two days later, he was rescued back to the village by another hunter.

On a stormy night more than a month later, the hunter lying in bed suddenly heard something knocking on the dilapidated wooden door of his house. The hunter opened the door and saw that it was an old friend who had been away from him for more than a month. His dog was drenched in the rain and shivered outside the door. With the help of lightning, the hunter could even see the scabbed and healed leg that had been injured by him. At this time, the hunter could no longer control himself, and the dog that hugged him cried bitterly. Since then, the hunter and the dog have depended on each other for life, and they have never been separated again.

Yes, in the process of living, our conscience often takes many detours and is ashamed of many lives. And every time we sincerely repent, the sins we bear will be lessened, and the distance between our soul and nobility will be greatly closer.