The pressure on the back buckled into the meat, and it hung its head heavily! I don't know the fate of the next moment, but it only swallows tears in its heart. A whip shadow floated before his eyes, and he looked up at the front.
& gt Horses, wild horses and unruly horses run freely on the grassland, between heaven and earth, towards the green, towards the hope and towards the beautiful world. Horses, strong horses, loyal horses, rush in your heart and my heart, rush in the vast universe, rush to the unchanging faith, rush to the eternal life and rush to the bright future.
2. Modern poems about horses (not too long) Dream horse tea is light yellow, and a piece of moon shadow bubbles.
The alley is deep, the elm wall is thick, and the wind is dumb.
Stop dreaming for a while and chew it alone.
Happy or hurt?
Grazing, whipping and splashing flowers in spring.
Xia Chan endured the summer heat, and medicine became the antidote to two kinds of life.
Maple leaf, sunset, Sina autumn dew with tears red.
Pine branches and cypresses, the winter snow turns green.
Get up and hang up all night.
Look back and take back your heart.
The tea is still hot and the yard is clean.
Untie yourself.
The dream is still a horse, heading east.
Modern poetry: riding a horse through the long street at night
Author: Xi An Xiaoning Editor's Note: The atmosphere of the work is calm and full of passion, but also reveals a sense of mystery and Zen.
At night, I rode across the long street.
Saddle thought
Like a horseshoe flying behind you.
It's no use stepping on a mountain.
Like a Zen moon, it draws my soul.
Through loneliness and infinity
A blank and eager season
Cross the shallow snow line
I seem to see the distant winter.
Mysterious flower court
The door covered with wisteria is open for me.
A crescent moon is quietly stretching.
Her tender arms
Gently embrace the spring breeze on your face.
At night, I rode across the long street.
The saddle is missing.
Red mane like a flame on horseback
The dawn trade winds roared.
Echo in the distant sky
As clear as Zen.
Gently soothe the still strong life.
A huge mountain peak that crosses Guanshan Mountain.
I seem to see your beautiful figure.
Elves in the arms of happiness
Standing alone at the window of spring.
A pink silk scarf
Winding in the straight and perfect morning.
A dream unfolds slowly.
At night, I rode across the long street.
Saddle mood
Like the rushing sea behind you.
The waves chasing the wind sing behind them.
Like a group of angels' children
Around your whiteness, beauty and elegance.
Won the name in your arms.
Through the veil of spring
I see the land deep in the sun.
The endless green grass looks like a comfortable mat.
Surrounded by trees and running water
A pair of ivory boots.
Gently hold up the graceful curve.
Like fiery red Plant Princess.
Blooming in my flying sight
3. Modern horse poems should be modern horse poems except old horses.
Author: Haruko duel, how noisy the duel was, but it was defeated ... That failure was so cold and lonely, licking the wound, simple, persistent and desperately remembering the power of being a father. In the future, honor will be ignored, betrayal will become a habit, temples will collapse into ruins, and wives will become lovers! You have adjusted the only dignity you can control. You keep your eyes wide open to prevent the humidity from becoming violent. How tragic! When you stand, you have to struggle to shake your bloody mane. The last long hiss: desire, desire, you evil leader, swallowed me without spitting bones, but you have to sacrifice my fresh and bloody heart and abandon my love.
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4. Modern Poetry about Horses [Modern Poetry] The running of a horse is related to me (Author: Tang Wenpei). I was born a horse and I ate grass when I was born.
Probably because of eating grass, I am not good at words. Although, compared with my father, I am much younger and more handsome; Compared with my brother, I am much more mature and taller! When I was immersed in the vast plateau, I seemed to see all the flowers blooming on the beautiful plateau.
I seem to hear all the horses on the beautiful plateau staring at me. Actually, I should be satisfied.
But I'm tired of it. As I said, I was born a horse, and I was born to eat grass.
That's because I was young, I recognized it, and now, I have grown up, and I have grown up on this boundless plateau. But I'm still a horse and I haven't changed; I still eat grass, and I haven't changed.
But I'm really tired ... I'm tired of this endless plateau, this endless grazing. I'm really not used to the chatter between horses. They often talk crazy about me behind my back, and they also laugh at my bad words ... I once told them my desire. I said that there are more beautiful flowers and greener grass on another land outside our place, and there is a bigger and rounder moon. The horses there not only eat grass, but also eat something I don't know ... I said it seriously, but they laughed.
I believe my feelings. In order to confirm my guess, I started my exploration journey alone. I didn't stop for a moment along the way. I ran to the land I longed for ... perhaps, in the eyes of other horses, I was an alternative who ran endlessly alone but didn't understand or find the meaning of running. I don't care about these anymore. On the way, I ran forward with longing.
Modern poems about horses need to use symbolism. Horses need all colors to harmonize their souls. I must let them run from the river beach to the plain in the rainstorm. I hope their handsome heads can breathe high. Lightning in the air will make their wind ears accelerate their meditation in late autumn like flying flags. I hope they keep running, and their hooves fall to the ground like thunder over and over again, shaking the earth. Bring sweat and rain to the ponytail to draw an arc, let the heavy ringing nose push all restless legs, let the horses collect the oncoming breath, and the flame of mane always falls on their backs like sparkling waves on the waves. I can't put them out. Those horses, which separate me from things, only show two breathing legs at the edge of the fog, combing the wrinkles of stones and a wet shadow under my feet. Seeing that my home trapped in the rainstorm and another group of autumn horses need more extensive caress, raising my frustrated legs in the obvious distance completely wastes the experience of stopping in the desolate plain that I have dreamed of countless times. Now the mud whistling in the rain splashed on the top of the tree. I sat up at night like a failed rider and was thrown back into an unprepared saline-alkali land in the dark. Horses without enemies can't recognize me. They have the same face: long face and big eyes. They wagged their tails in droves and took away a group of twilight. But I never had time to look at their innocent muddy eyes. Wild Horse Author: Haruko duel is noisy enough to be defeated ... The defeat is so cold and lonely, licking the wound and desperately remembering the power of being a father. In the future, honor will be ignored, betrayal will become a habit, temples will collapse into ruins, and wives will become lovers! You adjusted the only dignity you can control. You keep your eyes wide open to prevent the humidity from becoming violent. How tragic! Even when you stand, you have to struggle to shake off your bloody mane. The last long hiss: desire, desire, you evil leader, swallowed me without spitting bones, but you have to sacrifice my fresh and bloody heart and abandon my love.
6. Write ancient poems and modern poems about horses. The king of the ancient city has a thousand dollars, and those who seek a thousand miles will not get it in three years.
Juanren? (1) said to Jun, "Ask for it." Yes, I got a swift horse in March.
The horse died, the first 500 gold to buy it? (2) repay you. The king was furious and said, "If you want to have a horse, you will be safe." ? (3) Donate 500 gold for a dead horse! Juanren said to him, "A dead horse is worth 500 gold." . What happened to a horse? The king will be the horse in the world.
The horse came today! "So, can't date? (4), a horse of a thousand miles to three. Note: ① Juan (juān) people: ministers who are closely related to servants.
② Gold: the unit for calculating money in ancient times. 3 security: where to use it; How come?
④ Cycle (jι) year: one year. You can't date, which means it's not until the anniversary.
Once upon a time, there was a monarch who liked to play with horses and wanted to buy a swift horse at a high price. Three years later, there is still no harvest.
At this time, a junior courtier in the palace volunteered and said, "Please give me this job!" " "The monarch nodded in agreement. In less than three months, the man found a good horse that traveled thousands of miles every day, but when he wanted to buy a horse, Maxima died.
After thinking for a while, he still spent 500 gold to buy back the bones of the dead horse. When he returned to the palace with the bone of a swift horse to answer the king's life, the king was very angry when he saw that it was a horse's bone. "What I want is a live horse. What's the use of buying this dead horse? " I thought you wasted 500 gold! "Courtiers smiled and said," please calm down, gold is not white.
You are willing to pay a high price for a dead horse. When the news spreads, people will believe that you are a monarch who really loves horses, and that you are knowledgeable and trustworthy. In this way, someone must personally offer the horse. "
Later, within a year, the monarch really got three maxima offered by others. Fang Bing Cao Huma Du Fu Huma is very famous, with a thin and bony front.
Its ears are as sharp as a piece of bamboo, and it runs like four winds, as if its hoof had not been trampled. The horse galloped, never in an open way, riding it all very comfortable, dare to roam the battlefield, and even share life and death.
So fast, so fast, it is a good horse that can live up to life. It can commit crimes for the country. Li He's Horse: The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
How to be a golden brain? Let's step on the clear autumn.
Song of the Horse written by Liu Che, Emperor Gaozu, is a tribute to heaven and earth, stained with red sweat and bubbles. Rongcheng and Xi Wan Li are friends now.
& gt Emperor Taizong has a good horse and he likes it very much. He kept eating in the palace and died without a disease. Emperor Taizong angered the horse keeper and put him to death.
The queen protested, "In the past, Qi Jinggong used horses to kill people. Please count Yan Zi's sins:' If you die raising a horse, you will be guilty. If the public kills people with horses, the people will blame my king for two crimes.
When the princes hear about it, they will despise our country and punish the three crimes together. Publicity is the release of sin.
Your majesty, after reading these, have you forgotten your sins? The meaning of "emperor Taizong is the solution. Fang also said: "It is very beneficial for the queen to inspire the world with ordinary things. "
"A Saiweng loses a horse" He who is close to the fort has a good skill, and the horse dies for no reason, so he goes to Hu. Everyone hung up, and his father said, "Why isn't this a blessing?" After living for several months, his horse returned to Hu.
Everyone congratulated him, and his father said, "Why can't this be a disaster?" The family is rich and good, and the son is easy to ride, but he broke his stomach. Everyone hung up, and his father said, "Why isn't this a blessing?" After living for a year, the Hu people entered the fortress, and the Dingzhuang people played with strings.
The man near the fort, the deceased was nineteen. This alone is lame. Father and son protect each other.
"Horse" Buffon's noblest conquest is to conquer this heroic and wild animal-horse: it shares the hard work of the battlefield with others and the glory of fighting; Like its owner, it has a fearless spirit, and it is generous in the face of crisis; It is used to hearing the sound of weapons fighting, loving it, pursuing it, and being inspired by the same excitement as its owner; It is also very happy with its owner: when shooting, performing martial arts and running, it is also full of energy and swagger. However, it is no less docile than brave. It doesn't show its ferocity at all. It knows how to restrain its movements: it not only succumbs to the driver's control, but also seems to observe the driver's color. It always stops suddenly and slowly according to the impression from the owner's expression, and all its actions are just to satisfy the owner's wishes.
This is naturally an animal that gives up itself and obeys the wishes of others. It even caters to the wishes of others. It expresses and carries out the wishes of others promptly and accurately. It can feel as much as people want it to feel, and what it shows is always in the right degree. Because it contributes itself unreservedly and does not refuse any mission, it tries its best to serve others, even beyond its own strength, and even gives up its life for better obedience. Most importantly, it is a horse whose talent has been developed, whose natural quality has been artificially improved, and a horse that was raised in the early years and later trained for others to control.
Its education begins with losing freedom and ends with accepting bondage. The enslavement or domestication of such animals has been so common and long that when we see them, we are rarely in a natural state.
They often wear saddles at work; People never let go of their fetters, even at rest; If people occasionally let them walk freely in the pasture, they always bear the marks of slavery, and often bear the cruel marks given by labor and pain: their mouths are deformed by their armor, their ventral sides are scarred or scratched by spurs, and their hooves are pierced by nails. Their postures are unnatural, which is a sign left by their habitual fetters: it is futile to get rid of fetters now, and they will never appear more free and lively because of it.
It is the horses that are in the most harmonious slavery, the horses that are fed and worshipped just to show off and show off, and the horses that wear gold chains are not to decorate themselves, but to satisfy the vanity of their owners. Their foreheads are covered with gorgeous locks of hair, and their necks are braided with thin braids, covered with silk and brocade carpets. All this is more insulting to the horse than the horseshoe at its foot. Nature is more beautiful than artificial; For animals, free movement constitutes a beautiful nature.
Look at the horses that breed freely and live freely in all parts of South America: they walk, run and prance freely and freely; They are proud of their freedom, and they avoid contact with people.
7. The modern poem "Old Horse" written by Cang Kejia always asks the cart to be full, but it doesn't say a word.
The pressure on the back buckled into the meat, and it hung its head heavily! I don't know the fate of the next moment, but it only swallows tears in its heart. A whip shadow floated before his eyes, and he looked up at the front.
& gt Horses, wild horses and unruly horses run freely on the grassland, between heaven and earth, towards the green, towards the hope and towards the beautiful world. Horses, strong horses, loyal horses, rush in your heart and my heart, rush in the vast universe, rush to the unchanging faith, rush to the eternal life and rush to the bright future.
8. It is better to have more words in modern poems about horses, but don't force modern poems. Blood horses run thousands of miles to Gobi, rivers run thousands of miles to desert, and grasslands are windless. In July and August, Gobi is the territory of fire. Only when you land on all fours and fly on your chest can you feel the wind passing through hundreds of miles of sultry floating dust. Sweat is crystallized by thirsty dust into white stripes of horses. Sweat runs out of bile and rushes to empty space. The wide twitching chest muscles silently pour blood cells into their lives from their shoulders, feet and buttocks. In the world, only the blood vessels of blood horses are connected with sweat glands. There are no wings on shoulders and feet, and there is no wind. Blood horse doesn't know the wonderful myth in the world. It will only fly forward and evaporate blood gas like a red cloud. In order to cross the frozen Osaka and the frozen sky, the last drop of blood spontaneously ignited, and it can fly thousands of miles with its bones and muscles. The blood horse rushed to the apex of life and burned it into a snow-white flower. Old Cang Kejia always had to call a carriage to know the fate of the next moment. He only swallowed tears in his heart and had a whip in his eyes. It looked up at the front.