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文磊先生，英文名wenzili。1969年毕业于华南工学院（现华南理工大学）。后在某飞机制造公司任工程师。87年起任高级工程师。其间，公费留学英伦。回国后在原公司任主任工程师，海外生产办公室常务副主任等。
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Water buffalo, our backbone!
Water buffalo or oxen have always been considered as our friends ever since ancient China, when prehistoric residents had successfully tamed the wild buffalo 7000 years ago. Although, they have never been honored as holy God, like in India, they are still lucky enough to be considered as our backbone for its powerful support to farming work and their diligent nature.
As early as in Song dynasty (960 A.C.), Chinese government had issued a crud law to behead the gangsters who dared to kill working buffalo simply for food. Therefore, in ancient China, ordering or eating beef dishes in public was a synonym of rebellion. This scene was vividly described in a famous Chinese novel <Water Margin>.
Nowadays the crud law had already been deserted for centuries; there are still a lot of people disliking the idea of beef eating.
I hate eating beef too, but not for fearing the law, but for the sake of respect my mother’s religion.
My mother was a dedicated Buddhist. She was always telling me the stories about the Buddha’s representative of water buffalo. She instructed me never eat or intent to eat beef, never present on a buffalo slaughtering site. “In the case unavoidable,” she said, “ you must put your arms cross on your back to show your helplessness and innocence, since Buddha may consider your arms had already been tired by the slaughter.” mother explained carefully. To prove her right, mother told me some stories about buffalo’s birth and dead. “It is so divine,” mum said, “immediately after a buffalo’s birth, the baby buffalo is bending its front knees and constantly nodding* to every direction to thank Buddha for his life giving. The same in the case of being slaughtered, the buffalo bends its knees again with sob and tears to every presenter in turn for their mercy and help. ”
They all had been proved by my witness, when I visited my grandma’s village and I never eat buffalo’s meat ever since.
* Bending knees and nodding with head’s touching to ground is one of the most formal courtesies in the past.
** This story is for a foeign friend's enquiry to my piece of < Adventures in Grandma's Villiage>
