The Lobster Story

Speaking of lobsters, I recall an incident that happened last semester.

That day, a classmate and I were walking home from school. Passing a small street, I saw a small store, narrow and almost invisible, squeezed in the middle of a hardware store and a butcher's store, respectively, and no sign, I do not know what to see.

My curious classmate walked in, and I wanted to go in and find out what was going on. It turns out that this is a pet seller, the owner is an old man, looks about seventy years old, hair half white and half black, wrinkled face like a blooming chrysanthemum, small eyes flashing with a cunning light, looks like a crooked businessman like well.

I was afraid of being cheated of money and pulled him away (in fact, I did not bring money), but he seemed to be attracted to a small water basin of something and refused to go. I went over to see, oh, a few lobsters.

Lobsters are red, body section by section looks very hard, but also with countless small particles, as a hard armor. The black eyes seemed to be flashing something light, purer than the "treacherous" cunning little eyes. It seems that it does not want to stay in this dirty black water basin, but wants to return to the clear stream, the blue sea.

"How much is it?" My classmate asked.

"Three dollars." Sure enough, it was a traitorous businessman, too much of a trap.

But in the end, my classmate got it done for two dollars. Walking with the lobster, my classmate kept playing with it. Put it on the palm of your hand, it stretched out its long tentacles to explore around, curious and brave to move the short legs in the palm of your hand crawling up, it crawling looked nice, hard armor shining in the sun.

Every day after that, my classmates brought it to school, and it drew a large crowd of students. Whenever class ended, a bunch of people gathered around to watch the lobster show. Putting him on the table, he immediately stood up high, showing an arrogant and dominant posture, and then kept this action to crawl forward. It is worthy of the name with the word "dragon", very imperial style. However, this imperial style is embodied in a small lobster, like a hard clown, only to attract the laughter of the students.

Such laughter lasted for days or even a week. After that, the fate of the lobster became much more tragic.

Perhaps because the novelty of playing has passed, or perhaps it is almost exams to review, my classmates gradually lost attention to him, no longer show it off, and other students did not show much interest in this lobster. Only occasionally it would climb out and hold itself up high on the desk, its hard armor shining brightly. But there was no more laughter, only my classmates impatiently taking it down with their ink-stained hands.

Tragedy still struck. One day my classmate found a corner of his book in his book bag under the gnawing of the lobster was completely disfigured. Not only the book but also its book bag suffered bad luck, a small, fuzzy hole showed up. This caused public outrage. My classmates punished it severely and discarded it mercilessly. They removed one of its pincers and threw it into the trash, then shook it vigorously until it drowned out of sight beneath the dirty garbage bag.

I felt sad about it. Perhaps it was trying to escape by biting open the bag and returning to the clear creek or the blue sea it yearned for. But alas, this is not the world of lobsters, but the world of humans. Its clear, bright black eyes and proud, upright body made me long to forget.

The day after the exams were released, I was informed that I had achieved good results, excitedly walking on the campus, unexpectedly found the lobster in the flower bed, one of its pincers gone, the big black bright eyes still unchanged the luster of the past. When it saw me, it still stood up tall as usual, waving its only remaining pincer, like a proud knight.

Its armor shines in the sunlight. It is the fighter of life.