Wild Horse
Author: Zhao Xinghua
Previous Life
I should be a black-maned wild horse
Galloping in the wind Come and chase the wolf away
It doesn’t have the exquisite iron hooves of the horse
But it is never afraid of the impact of the sharp stone angle
It I often fantasize about myself
standing upright on the top of a mountain between the full moon
and then swooping down wildly
I also often think about myself
Wearing black armor
Charging head-on to the beat of drums
Facing the contradictory distance
What on earth are you shouting there?
Yes Not strong enough?
Or is it that the wild horse has a dream that the lion dare not dream?
Maybe it is just not desperate enough
It does not have the despair of a last-ditch fight