You have to let the cart fill it up,
He didn't say a word anyway,
The pressure on the back got stuck in the meat,
He bowed his head heavily!
I don't know my life at the moment,
He only swallowed tears in his heart,
A whip shadow floated before my eyes,
He looked up at the front.
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The poem consists of two sections and eight lines, forming two pictures of pulling, like a close-up in a movie, depicting a sad picture of an old carriage. There is no tyrannical master in the poem. Cars and whips are the embodiment of his authority and will, and they are also the root of the tragic life of the old horse. The old horse has long been exhausted and stumbling. Not only can it not rest in the sun in winter and shade in summer, but it is also forced to undertake this heavy duty. The greedy shopkeeper ignored the unbearable pain under overload and the goods piled up like mountains. What can the old horse say about this kind of hard labor? It didn't say a word anyway! Perhaps, it has struggled and resisted, but in the face of this unchangeable fate, what is the role? The spirit has long been exhausted, and bearing the burden of humiliation is the only nature left to us by life. Besides, there is no extravagant hope. It just "hangs its head heavily" under the pressure of life! The trolley will move forward when it is loaded. But I don't know what is waiting for me ahead, whether it is steep slope or rapids, muddy or potholes. I don't know when this bitter journey is a stop. Where to find support, help or comfort, relief is still unknown. Lonely old horse, "only swallow your tears in your heart"! In tears, the whip came. It instinctively raised its head from confusion and "looked forward", but it was still a long journey and endless pain.