Nothing to say is annoying, nothing to say is boring. It is better to listen to the quarrel and refresh yourself. It takes passion to quarrel and scold. I found that when writing an article, I was like a horse with a yoke and a pole. I want to go to that place with abundant water and grass, but I can't get rid of the road, let alone the driver's control, so I will walk up and down this boring road forever. I yearn for the grass, but every time I go, I always go to the stables.
I have always been a little biased against people who don't love horses, thinking that it is caused by lack of gas and insensitivity to beauty. This defect is difficult to make up. Sometimes when I read biographies, I feel sorry for some great men who call themselves cows or camels. They must have never seen a real horse.
In my eyes, cows are always a symbol of backwardness, and they look poor and understand life. This is probably due to the physiological disgust caused by excessive worship of the spirit of "old ox". Camels are monsters in the desert. In order to adapt to the harsh environment, they transformed themselves into such ugly deformities. As for the donkey, at most it is a clown with black humor, which is difficult to use. Their characteristics and looks clearly show that human beings have conquered animals and surrendered to the lives of the strong, so I don't like them. They do not appear as human friends, but as prisoners and servants. Sometimes, when I see a child whipping a cow, a tall camel kneeling in front of a woman, and an estrus donkey bound in the hood, I feel a kind of sadness and pity.
Isn't "Old Horse" written by Cang Kejia, a good horse poet lying under a salt cart, also very sad? But it's different. There is an injustice in that kind of sadness that no other animal has. In the south, I saw a pony. It looked a little funny, but it wasn't its fault. Since citrus reticulata has its own soil, horses certainly have their own hometown. Since ancient times, good horses have been born in the north. In Yili and Gongnaisi Prairie, the horse, as a stunner between heaven and earth, shows all its charm.
It was 1970, and I was "re-educated" on a farm, and I was exposed to cold, ugly and cold life for the first time. Abnormal political atmosphere is like a dark cloud, which makes people feel unbearable. The intensity of physical labor can't hurt my love for life, but mental depression may destroy my faith.
Finally, one night, I got up with a staff sergeant nicknamed "Miki Sayaka". He had an ancient Greek face, sneaked into the stable, untied two good horses rolling in his throat, and galloped away in the snow in the wilderness on winter nights.
It's dark and the snow is blurred, but the horse won't run into the Gonnes River. On the right side of the snowfield is the Gongnaisi River, which forms a steep and irregular earth wall along the river. Bare-backed horses gently held us on our knees in the snowfield at the top of the earth wall, snorted and rattled their hooves, and finally ran away. With the horse running, ups and downs, jumping and breathing, our mood becomes cheerful and relaxed. How happy it is to whistle and shout in the empty snowfield when the depression disappears and the spirits rise, and to feel the kindness of freedom and the ability to control your own destiny on the bumpy horseback! We laughed so happily that we fell off the horse and lay in the Zita Law, laughing till tears came out. ...
Those two lovely bare-backed horses have slowly stopped nearby, hanging their necks and trying to say "I'm sorry" with a guilty face. Their gentle eyes seem to be full of pity and complaints, and they are a little surprised, and they can't understand what happened between us. I patted the horse's neck and stroked its nose and lips for a while. It understood, shook its mane like suspicion, and followed us slowly back. Along the way, we talked about horses, smelled the hot horse sweat behind us and the fresh and pungent smell around us, and felt as if we were not walking on the snowy field on a winter night.
Horses can give people courage and fantasy, which are not possessed by clumsy animals. In Gong Naisi's later period, observing horses gradually became an artistic enjoyment for me.
I like to watch a herd of horses. It was a group of horses wandering in the summer pasture, scattered and orderly. A leader is a stallion that can be seen at a glance. It is the soul of the horses. As the leader of this group of horses, it deserves it, because its strength and beauty are really unparalleled. He is tall and well-proportioned with shiny fur. The most obvious feature is that the neck is covered with long manes hanging to the ground, some of which are thick black and full of strength and majesty. Some are golden red, burning with flame-like brilliance. It manages and protects these short-legged mares and naughty foals, and maintains the dignity of fatherly love in its eyes.
In this social structure of horses, the position of leaders is established by the strong in competition. Any horse can compete. By chasing, biting and fighting, the strongest horse becomes the recognized leader. In order to ensure that the breeds of these horses will not deteriorate, it is impossible to "specify", depending on who has a good relationship with stallions and relies on blood to take over.
The law of survival competition makes all living things take survival as their first consciousness, but people sometimes forget this and cause many misunderstandings.
Alas, the sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. During those days in Gongnaisi grassland, I was isolated from the world.
Life is monotonous; People are wary of each other, and they are afraid of falling into trouble because of their slips of the tongue, and their hearts are lonely. There is only one kind of fun, watching horses. Fortunately, Maduo in Gonnes Grassland is not like books to burn, paintings to be banned, and knowledge to be trampled on. Ma Zong will not be deported, will he? In this way, I found the rhyme of running from the world of horses. The vast grassland like oil painting, the group sculptures standing on the wasteland in the sunset, the good articles scattered on the hillside during the large-scale transition, the night horse classics by the blazing bonfire, the long and dumb Long song unfolding in the yurt amid the bleak screams of fierce horses, and the drunken Kazakh youths galloping after dogs and whipping fierce dogs, all of which made me suddenly feel the immortal beauty of life and the * hidden in our hearts at that time.
Oh, what a complete world Gongnaisi's horse gave me! Give me back everything that was cancelled at that time! Even today, when I hear the clanging sound of horseshoes, I still fidget in the house and always want to go out and see what kind of horses are passing by. Besides, I still can't hear Ma Si. On hearing the sonorous sound like a copper horn and the desolate sound like an eagle crow, my blood surged and tears filled my eyes. Many soldiers went to the ancient battlefield, and the tragic generosity of "the wind is rustling, Shui Han".
Once, I was caught in a torrential rain in the Gongnaisi grassland in summer. The rain came so fast that the lone eagle hovering leisurely in the clear sky failed to escape and was shot down. The foot of the rain is too fierce, can instantly let vilen covered in smoke. Just under the heavy rain, I saw the most gorgeous horse running. Horses scattered in various valleys seem to have been driven here. Boys, they were whipped by the whip of the rainstorm, threatened by the low and angry thunder, and excited by the lightning that suddenly disappeared into the earth. Horses, a restless beast, emerge from countless valleys and hillsides, and mountain torrents gather in this Yuan Ye. Small groups merged into large groups, which expanded in the movement and became a noise, chaos and confusion. Scrambling, crowding round, long hair, incisively and vividly! Some run madly forward, like a group of sharp soldiers, to step on lightning; Some run back and forth, just like generals who are fearless and clean up the mess; The pony followed the mare seriously and nervously, no longer naughty and playful, but suddenly became a lot more sophisticated; The shepherd was wrapped in the uncontrollable tide, shouting, but there was no sound, shouting like a small stone falling into a rushing river.
The majestic hooves beat drums on the earth, and the tragic screams and shouts collided and splashed in the crowded space, drawing irregular curves, winding around the rain net all over the sky, intertwined with the sound of rain and snow, forming a thrilling stage. And all this should be shown in the fast movement. After a few minutes, the horses disappeared, the rainstorm stopped, and you could never see it again.
I stood there for a long time, stupefied, insane and in a daze. I saw, saw, rare wonders in the world, irreplaceable horses, the reappearance of ancient battlefields, sculptures and oil paintings revived with this symphony! I remember in my mind what I saw in these few minutes, and I believe that everything it gave me will benefit me for life. ...
The horse is like this, it is unrestrained but not scary, not cruel; It is elegant and obedient but not bullying at will. It is not cowardly. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a symbol of enterprising spirit, a manifestation of lofty feelings, and a clever combination of strength and beauty. Turgenev once said in His Manor that Tolstoy "probably became a horse" because Tolstoy not only loved and wrote about horses, but also firmly believed that "this horse can think and have feelings". They are often cast into bronze statues with great figures and national heroes in history and stand in the most eye-catching places.
I used to think that only Silent Tang was an epic of horses. After I left Gongnaisi, I didn't see it that way. Gong Naisi's horse was called the heroic descendant of Gigi and Blood Horse by the ancients. It was made at sunrise and rested at sunset. It seems that they are always so loose and have expectations, so primitive and sensible, so meticulously carved, so that they can go their own way without being eliminated by the world. Genghis Khan's iron horse as an arm has disappeared, and the six-stick carriage as a means of transportation has been eliminated, but the horse will not be replaced by anything new, it has its value.
Cattle changed from lottery to food, which is still practical; Donkeys and camels will be exhibits in the zoo.
Because they will only become scarcer and scarcer; The horse, when the vehicle only replaced it in practical sense and liberated them, began to evolve from a practical object into a work of art.
We are proud of having good horses in China. From the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Shihuang to the Six Horses of Emperor Taizong,
From the wonderful idea of riding a swallow to the wonderful legend of the blood horse in Dawan, from the red rabbit horse in Guan Yunchang to the Long March mount of Commander-in-Chief Zhu De ... Throughout the history of the horse, we will find that it is closely related to the history of our nation. No wonder horses, warriors and heroes are closely related by blood. How many magnificent images have been created by mutual interaction and complementary temperament? Even if one day the horse finally leaves the glorious cause of fighting, people will always find the charm and heritage of the horse from the soldiers. How many stories about horses do we have? We are a people who love horses very much. Up to now, just as all our beautiful traditions have been handed down like the water of the Yellow River, so have the bones, muscles, veins, charm and spirit of our famous horses. That "dragon horse spirit" lies in Gong Naisi's horse-
This horse is extraordinary and in the ascendant; Tap the fine bone forward, and it will bring its own copper sound.
I think, even if I have been stubbornly biased against people who don't love horses, I am afraid I can be forgiven.