苗苗家的黄牛牯(gǔ)不见了。河湾里的草坪上,散着几头甩着尾巴一个劲啃草的牛。可这中间,却少了那头小山一样高大、健壮的黄牛牯。早些时候明明还在,它埋着头,刀似的舌头一卷一卷,在不紧不慢地吃草。不过,心事重重似的,没有其它牛的那份悠闲。并且,时而呆立,失神地望着远处:时而长声鸣叫,像呼唤谁…… The Miao Miao’s yellow ox (gǔ) was gone. On the lawn in the river bay, several cows with their tails and squished grass were scattered. But in the middle of it, there was no more tall, robust ox owl. Earlier, it was still clear. It had buried its head and rolled its tongue like a knife, and ate its grass unhurriedly. However, there are no thoughts of other cattle. And, from time to time, staring at the distance without a moment of dissonance: sometimes it sounds like a call to someone...