“那只臭狗可算是死了，每回它的叫声吵得我都找不到你家的门。”Introduce:Very that dog that is fed up with neighbour home, saying well and truly is not to be fed up with, it is hate. A big black dog, stand up can a snap my neck, do not know when neighbour begins to raise, know to see it every time only, it followed hydrophobic same day I keep growl. The sound of mad dog resembles a shrew be being cursed hysterically, there is ropy saliva outside ceaselessly in its mouth, maize tooth is sharp and clinking, cloudy dog eye, dirty wool resembles is to gather up the dead skin that come down, look at make a person nauseating simply. Many times, its all but is about to attack to bite me dead. When others passes it, it bends over to go up, dejected, when only I am passed, it just can vacate the ground to stand. After disabling a few times with neighbour bargaining, I am driven beyond forbearance. Boiled the chili water of a big boiling hot in the evening one day eventually, taking the advantage of neighbour to be asleep, all of a head is spilled on its body. Look at it so painful that full ground rolls about, eyeball is burned to rot, all over the skin fell off to come down, smokily, do not carry have much vent one's hate. Return the home, I am blowing whistle to walk into toilet in, the flavour take out that gets on the body comes to an end big auspicious. But be in at this moment, I see in the mirror, my back does not have the station of breath to wear soundlessly the white garment person that head of a bitter fleabane sends out, goggle at of eyeball dead deathtrap I. "That only smelly dog can is dead, every times its cry makes a noise so that I search to be less than the door of your home. Every times its cry makes a noise so that I search to be less than the door of your home..