Some legends, stories and literature about horses! (One of them can)

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The legendary horse (1)

Shi yonggang

When the sun broke through the morning fog, the Ma Si sounded, and I vaguely felt a hoofbeat slipping through my sleep all day. Horseshoe in a mess, sometimes through his heart, and sometimes hit him. He felt a sharp pain in his heart and was awakened from his dream by the horse several times. He sat up, looking for the horse's voice, but Ma Si always disappeared when he woke up, as if it had never appeared. In the dream, the horse looks strange and melancholy. Its eyes are like electricity, shining with sharp light. I've been thinking about it all day

Roll your eyes. It's just a little puzzling. He believes that the horse he saw in his dream is real, because grandma said that a real shepherd always follows a horse, and that horse will go to his master at the beginning. If he can't find his master in the world, he will run to him in his dream. I always believed that it was just a legend. Only when he came to Shannan grassland, he suddenly had an expectation, and he began to believe what his grandmother said. Because he has been hearing stories about Shenma since he came here. These stories are told by old people. They said they only saw the shadow of it running. Because they are not the owners of the horse, they can't see the real figure of the horse. Another old man told him that every day when the sun rises, a wild horse rushes out of the mountain. This wild horse is very fierce. It once killed several wolves chasing it ... When the legend came like dense raindrops, the horse began to appear in dreams all day. Waiting for the appearance of a legendary horse makes him sensitive and fragile, and the sound of any horse may make him jump at once. For several days, he rode his little thoroughbred horse alone and stared at the silent distance on the dark grassland. Now the horse began to beat his heart, and he thought the horse might be looking for him, just as he was looking for it. As if before dawn, strange Ma Si sounded on the grassland again. All day long, I ran to the grassland, and Ma Si, with a long sigh, was hidden in the great darkness, as if all the fields were echoes of Ma Si. Looking around all day, the stars in the sky are hidden in the darkness before dawn. A horse is like an elf in the dark. It only uses sound to express itself. You can already feel the shape of that horse from the sound all day. All day, he pursed his mouth and whistled loudly. His little black horse, which was not tied, seemed to have been waiting for him and trotted to his side. Among the more than 100 horses in the cavalry company, the all-day war horse is the only one that is not tied. I don't think a horse needs to be tied all day. Just like people, they need trust. He drew the horse closer to himself, kissed it gently on the long face with his lips, then tightened the horse's waist and whispered to himself in the horse's ear, "Did you hear that, prophet?" It's calling us! "Prophet" is the name of the horse. In cavalry, even every horse has its own name, and some horses have several names. He called the horse a "prophet" because he thought it looked like a wise man. As soon as he gets on the horse, the "prophet" can always know his thoughts quickly, even if it is only a small gesture. Sure enough, the "prophet" was more excited than when he heard Ma Si's voice. As soon as he rode on the whole Tianma, the "Prophet" had been ejected like an arrow. Ma Si is like a road in the dark, and the "prophet" follows the sound and runs forward quickly. The wind in the dark night is like a sharp blade, wiping his face a little. The cold wind woke people up quickly, and he felt extremely comfortable. Relax your right hand, untie the small hip flask from the horse and take a long drink. For him, wine is like a spiritual comfort. In many cases, wine enables him to clearly feel another kind of power. Just then, the horse suddenly stopped running, and it stopped in silence. The long hiss of the horses disappeared, and so did their way forward. Looking for its voice in silence all day, but darkness is like a coat, which suddenly wraps the world. He jumped off the horse and put his ear close to the wet grass. The grass was cold and the dew soon wet his face. Only the earth can tell you its secrets. After listening for a long time, I finally heard a soft hoofbeat. He recognized that the horse was definitely not a domestic horse, because its hooves were quiet, as if there were no horseshoes nailed. What kind of horse could it be? He estimated the distance from the horse, and now it is at least 20 kilometers away. When they started chasing, he judged that the horse was at most 10 kilometers away. It is impossible for a horse to dump a horse for more than twenty miles in just half an hour. His "prophet" is the fastest charger in the company. He measured that "Prophet" reached the fastest speed of 60 seconds in one kilometer, almost the fastest horse on the grassland. That horse threw it so far in such a short time. Shocked by this discovery all day, he knocked off the grass clippings in his hand and stroked the prophet. He knew that he would never catch up with that horse now, but he didn't want to go back like this. He wants to know the truth about horses. The skylight began to appear, and the grass began to appear hazy shadows. There was another Ma Si in the distance, as small as the tip of a needle. He determined the general direction in which Ma Si appeared, as if it were the place where the sun appeared. There is a big lake in the east, which is at least 20 kilometers away from here. When the weather is fine, people can see its blue color and smell the fishy smell in the lake. He jumped on the horse, and the "prophet" seemed to feel the direction of the horseshoe, one end and the other end, running towards the sun. The horse appeared with the sun. It is more like a silhouette in the rising sun. It glides lightly on the grass beside the mountainside, and the dew-like sunshine flashes, as if to hit it on the back at any time. The horse's coat color is like a deep purple in the morning light, which has never been seen all day. There is a big lake halfway up the mountain, and the air is full of the moist smell of the lake. The Prophet snorted excitedly and jumped to the front. The horse is not far from them across the lake. The sun is suspended on the lake, like a strange egg yolk floating. The horse hissed again, with a strange, sonorous voice, throwing it out like a silver needle, and the ripples on the lake fluctuated. Its long tail fluttered gently in the wind. From a distance, it seems to be hidden on one side of the sun, and this picture suddenly stunned the whole day. He didn't wake up until the Prophet kicked the ground anxiously. He got off the horse and let go of the prophet. The prophet hurried to the lake and dipped into the water to drink. [Next]

2. The legendary horse (2)

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The legendary horse (2)

Shi yonggang

I discovered a secret. It seems that the coat color of a horse will change with the sun. The horse looked dark purple just now, but now it looks dark red, standing in the wind like a dark flame. The wind brushed its long hair like a burning spark. To my surprise all day, it is not high, even lower than "Prophet". Its long hair hangs over its body, and its black mane can almost be dragged to the ground. This horse has never been maned, which means that no one has conquered it.

He walked slowly to the horse, and the closer he got to it, the more strange and strange he felt. This horse is very strange. It has become smaller than what he saw from a distance. Its neck is short and thick, and its muscles are very developed. Its chest and body protrude one after another, and its height seems to be greater than its length. Its appearance is almost a tall square object. Mechanically speaking, this shape belongs to the best shape for fast animals. The horse suddenly turned his head, his face covered with messy beard, protruding like a small thorn with a handle, shining with the chill of the morning. I saw a horse with such a strange beard for the first time all day. Those beards are unkempt, just like Zhang Fei's whiskers in the Three Kingdoms. I seem to have two small flames buried in my eyes. At this time, something seems to disturb it in the distance. Suddenly, it let out a long whistle and ran away in horror. Soon it was like a grass, disappearing into the distant grass. When the horse disappeared, a part of his heart began to sink into his heart all day. He sat on the ground feebly. The mysterious horse surprised him. He didn't expect that the horse he had been looking for these days turned out to be … a wild horse! The idea startled him. Wild horses were found in Shannan grassland more than 30 years ago, but it seems that no one has seen them since. In legend, the wild horse seems to be a mysterious and spiritual god. They gallop on the snowfield that people can't see, always holding their handsome long necks high and walking in front of the wind. If this horse is the kind of wild horse that can only appear in legend, then this horse is disappointing. He has never seen such a fast and ugly horse. If you don't look carefully, it's just an ordinary native stallion, even an ordinary native stallion is taller than it looks! There is a ripple in the lake. A red horse galloped by the lake in the distance, and a little girl was riding on it. The horse rushed in with a nobleness he had not been familiar with all day. The wild horse was probably scared away by it just now. The grass stood up one by one ... The horse rolled up a gust of wind and floated lightly. All day, I looked at the girl riding a horse with some unhappiness. The girl has a veil over her head and can't see clearly. The girl seems to be humming a song, as if she came out in the morning to sing. But that song is really nice. He recognized it. This is an "easy" question. "Ira" means a love song on the grassland. It's just who is she? The girl brushed back all day and galloped forward. Looking at her back all day, the girl's back is really beautiful. He felt that he had met too many things this morning. Not far from the mountain, there is a wisp of smoke floating slowly. There must be someone there, and there must be a cup of warm milk tea and sweet cheese. He waved the "prophet" over and walked towards the smoke. Turning a hill, a stone house appeared in front of me. There is a white felt bag on the side of the house, and a flock of sheep are floating in the white clouds on the mountain in the distance. He stared at the felt bag, warm and sour in his heart. I don't know why, but when he saw those beautiful felt bags, he couldn't help being moved. For many years, he didn't live on the grassland for one night. Their company is full of standard barracks, which are warm but seem to be missing something, which makes him very unaccustomed. He got off the horse and saw the red horse tied to a stump in the distance. He let go of the Prophet, who hesitated and ran to Red Horse. A good horse can always recognize his friends quickly. At this moment, he suddenly found that the horse was soaked with dew-like blood? Still braving the heat wave. It kicked the ground wearily, completely ignoring the closeness of the "prophet". Walking past all day, stroking the red horse's face, the horse screamed and dodged, kicking the ground uneasily, and the cut grass splashed under its hoof. I fell in love with it at first sight all day, and he felt that this horse must have some kind of noble blood. The blood on that horse reminded him, could it be the legendary blood horse? He had read some information before, which said that this place used to be the origin of Gastrodia elata, and Gastrodia elata refers to blood horse. He has never seen a real horse. Later, some experts thought that this kind of horse was extinct. But he didn't expect to see a bloody horse here, if he didn't admit his mistake. Today, he saw two kinds of good horses that surprised him. Grandma said that a good horse is like a marriage, but it can't be met. Red Horse kept staring at him, completely ignoring his friendliness. His hand reached over and the horse shook its head angrily. He walked forward again, but he didn't expect it to stand upright, and then a furious long sound kicked it upright. I didn't expect this horse to be so grumpy all day. He subconsciously dodged and escaped the heavy blow of the horse, but he was still touched, flew out with a brush, fell heavily on the ground and could not help but let out a cry. With his cry, a girl ran out of the felt bag, and the red yarn on her face disappeared, revealing a charming face. She shouted at the horse, and the horse slowly quieted down, but still looked at it all day. I struggled in pain all day, and at the same time I smiled at the little girl with a little shyness. The girl probably misunderstood his smile and said, "You can still laugh. If it weren't for your company commander's sake, I would have released my Tibetan mastiff. " With that, I whistled in the distance, and with her whistle, a dog with a height of more than one person came out from behind the felt bag The dog swooped down all day, was dragged back by a thick chain and broke out in a cold sweat all day. He knows the power of Tibetan mastiff, and its teeth are extremely sharp. If a Tibetan mastiff dares to fight with a pack of wolves, he will surely get away with it. Ask the little girl all day: "hey, girl, how do you know that I am the company commander of the cavalry company?" I don't think I have seen you? " [Previous]&; Nbsp; nbsp [next]

3. The legendary horse (3)

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The legendary horse (3)

Shi yonggang

"You are a company on the whole grassland. How could I not know you? I haven't asked you how you got here. You're not here to steal my horse, are you? " The girl looked at him playfully. Then an old lady came out of the stone house and asked at a distance, "Salina, who are you talking to?" Please come to the felt bag for tea. "The old lady wore an old-fashioned Mongolian robe and shook her prayer wheel in her hand. Her face is kind and flat, as if everything in the world can be changed by her prayer wheel. Bow your head and salute the old man all day, and the old man gently replied: "Yes. "

The army. Your face says that you are the son of the grassland. Come on, son, have a bowl of the freshest milk tea in the felt bag this morning. "Obediently followed the old man into the house all day, and reached the door. He cast a glance at the girl named Selina and turned into the house. The room was unexpectedly clean, and the cow dung fire showed a faint blue flame. On a polished brass teapot, there is a big copper pot, and milk tea is gurgling with the fragrance in the copper pot. The smell was so charming that he took a deep breath of the sweet smell of milk and stuck out his tongue drunkenly. The girl couldn't help laughing. He thinks this is his home. His home is also such a warm felt bag, and there is also a kind grandmother sitting inside. Grandma will tell him stories while giving him delicious fruit candy. At that time, fruit candy was a rarity on the grassland, and my mouth subconsciously smacked. He held a bowl of milk tea and tasted it slowly. Only now did he wake up from fatigue. He put his hat on the coffee table and put the whip in his arms. The old man has been looking at him kindly as if he were his own child. Look, I've been drinking all day, so I quickly gave another bowl. Seeing cross-legged all day, the old man said happily, "Young man, you are still a shepherd on our grassland. You still remember your own rules. "Putting your hand on your heart all day is a gift to the problem of the elderly." Old man, I was born a shepherd. My grandmother told me that wherever people go, they can't forget their roots or their gifts. "The little girl named Selina seems to be not interested in this kind of thing. She pursed her lips and asked, "Director Dalian, you haven't answered me just now! Laughing all day: I'm just a passer-by asking for a cup of tea. "It was your beautiful horse that attracted me. Your Matthew is not friendly, but he is a good horse. " He turned his head to the old man. "Old Eji, can I ask you a question to forgive my ignorance? I want to ask if it is the legendary' blood horse'? " The old man gave him a serious look: "Have you come to ask me for a horse?" Without waiting for an answer all day, the old man went on to say, "that horse was unrecognizable by many people." You said it, but it's old. " A better horse has appeared again, and no one can own it, because it is as fast as the wind ... "He was shocked by the old man's words all day, but he didn't expect it to be the legendary blood horse. He thought it was really strange this morning. He stayed on the grassland for so many years, but he didn't find those good horses hidden in the herdsmen's stables. Is a really good horse hidden in the grass of the people? To his surprise, the old man knew the horse as fast as the wind, and he knew that he was only here to find the horse. Maybe the old man knows its origin. So he said, "I followed the horse all morning and only saw it." That Kyle is really weird. It's like a ruined shepherd. Compared with your sweat, it can't be called a horse, but to be honest, it's too fast. My horse is only half as fast as it is. I am covered by some lakes. What kind of horse is this? Sharina continued to drink tea all day: "Your horse is just a cripple. Only my' chasing the wind' can catch up with that horse for a while, but it can't. "She turned to the old man." Grandma, that horse has lost weight these days. Its mane is very long. It is more fierce than before. I saw several wolves chasing it yesterday, and it kicked a wolf to death. "The old man smiled and said to himself," It's a good thing to have a pony, but no one can conquer it. It may be the last unconquered wild pony on this grassland. " "You say that horse is a wild horse? "Looking at the old man in surprise all day, the guess seems to be true." A wild horse, of course. Have you ever seen a domestic horse that looks the same as it? The appearance of wild horses on the grassland is a blessing for the grassland. "Selina took a white look all day. I always thought the girls on the grassland were incredible. They are either gentle as water or sharp as a choke. This girl is definitely not the kind of woman like water. But all day, I think her voice is beautiful, like a grasshopper, urgent and moving. " It seems that wild horses were found on this grassland 30 years ago. Since then, they have never seen a wild horse. I read a document that 1947 captured a wild horse in Mongolia, which was the last wild horse people saw. Since then, no wild horses have been found in the world. Will this horse belong to a group of horses now ... "He has been speculating all day. He is excited and excited about this discovery, but he is carefully not sure whether it is, because as far as he knows, there are actually more wild horses than giant pandas. If this horse is really a wild horse, its significance will exceed his estimation. " Shepherds have lived on grasslands for decades. If a horse is male or female, whose herd it belongs to, you can recognize it at a glance. If you deny a horse, is it still a shepherd? When you say people who have never seen wild horses again, do you mean people who live in the city? Of course they can't. Wild horses live in the wilderness, but they can't walk on the streets of those cities. "The old man looked at him with disdain. The "recognition" of the elderly is a basic skill for grassland people to survive. Many shepherds will recognize their own sheep and horses. Sometimes two groups of horses are mixed together on the grassland. The last two herders blew the horse out, and there was absolutely no mistake. They have been asking their grandmother all day, and she told him that this is just a kind of nature and can't be practiced. Shepherds are born with that "recognition" ability. [Previous]&; Nbsp; nbsp [next]

4. The legendary horse (4)

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The legendary horse (4)

Shi yonggang

The prayer wheel in the old man's hand turned faster: "Son, how long have you been following that horse?" Do you see that horse looking for its owner? It is waiting for its master. ""Is it looking for its owner? "I always recognize my grandmother's shadow from the old man. Her understanding of horses is strange and fresh. At the end of the whole day, I found many women who know horses on the grassland. It seems that they have a special understanding of horses from birth. But he thinks that women are intuitive people, and their intuition is probably the only reason why they get close to those horses.

"A good horse always belongs to the rider who can conquer it. That Matthew is lonely. His loneliness is like the moon that always appears at night. No one can understand it ... "The old man suddenly listened attentively, as if he were attracted by something. "The horse is back. Listen, how lonely it is, a pony whose mother can't even find it! " He didn't dare to laugh all day. He tilted his ears and listened attentively. There is only the sound of sunshine walking on the grass outside. Will the horse really be by the lake? Standing uneasily all day, he saw a black and white photo hanging on the wall in front of the house. The man in the photo is wearing a wrestling suit and his muscles are bulging. A pair of eyes are hidden behind the beard, and I don't know what I want to see through. I feel that person is familiar all day. I was just about to ask, but I found a white cloth in the photo and a candle under it. He knew that the person in the photo must be dead, and he swallowed the question. Salina's eyes drooped: "That's my dad …" He soon took them back all day. He was afraid to ask an unfamiliar person the cause of death, because he didn't know that he might open the painful door again. At this time, the Prophet was singing outside the door. He knew it was time for him to go back. He has been bothering them for a long time. Looking at the old man's eyes all day, he said uneasily, "Eji, is that horse likely to be caught?" The old man said with a straight face, "the real rider is chosen by the horse." Who can understand the horse, the horse may belong to whom. Son, there are hundreds of horses on the grassland, and there are many riders like sheep, but there is only one real horse and real rider, and the warrior has only appeared once ... "His heart moved all day, and he asked," Who is that soldier? " "He is Genghis Khan, the son of heaven!" The old man said, "Many years ago, he discovered the Tianma in Shannan grassland. Tianma followed him all his life. I was lucky to meet a real rider. Son, a real rider has wings in his heart, and he can let himself fly with the horse ... "The old man said with a straight face, shaking the prayer wheel and walking out of the house all day, and the sun drowned them all at once, feeling the warm breath of the sun all day. He watched the shadow of the old man slowly disappear on the grassland, and his heart ached like silk. He pulled the horse and walked slowly forward. Everything that happened today is incredible, and many things seem strange. He was surprised that he had stayed on the grassland for so long that he didn't know Salina and her grandmother until now. The sun hangs in the sky like a white disc. The lake is only blue at the foot of the mountain. A Ma Si came from a distant lake. He saw the horse standing by the lake, looking at him from a distance. [Previous]&; Nbsp; nbsp [next]

5. A steed is a rider's boot (1)

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A steed is a rider's boot (1)

Shi yonggang

The horse was found deep in the grass all day. It stood countless needle-like grasses, and the wind swept it and was beaten back. It has been standing there watching him, and the distance has made them find the basis for staring at each other. He found that horses, like him, seemed to be looking for each other. Low clouds brushed the horse's body and the horse began to walk on the grass. Clouds spread in its running, covering it, as if flying in the clouds. I feel inexplicable shock all day. That horse looks like a heavenly horse. it

His long mane was pulled by the wind and cloud, and his head was frivolous in the clouds. He flashed occasionally and soon disappeared. The horse's posture in the clouds is so beautiful that it looks like a dream. Taking out his camera all day, Nikon F4 took many photos of horses for him, but this horse gave him such a different feeling. He put the horse in the camera with a telephoto lens. At the moment he pressed the shutter, it suddenly screamed, and the sadness in his voice made his hand tremble all day. . Old Eji looked at him and handed him a bowl of tea: "Son, you have come to my bag twice. I can see from your eyes that you are not here to help me twist the wool. That horse. Did you get a look at him? Where can it hide in such a rainy day? " Staring at the old Eji all day, he said, "I've been following it for several days, and I only see its shadow." My comrades-in-arms were stunned by the neigh of that horse today. ""A good horse's sorrow can reach people's hearts. This is why it is close to people. It is the last horse on this grassland. Horses live in the Woods of Yanqi Mountain, but they always come to the lake to drink water. It ran as far as the lake, as if looking for its relatives. Son, your mind is too big. Real riders will look for their boots, but those boots are the soul of Mercedes-Benz. No one can walk on the grassland in them ... "The old man's eyes are full of sadness." Even riders have to endure pain and death. Are you ready? "Thinking of what Salina told him that day, he turned his attention to the photo hanging in the nave, with a pile of white wild flowers under it. He lowered his head and said, "Eji, I'm not a soldier. I just like that horse, but I don't know how to get close to it. I haven't found out where it appears yet. I just started everything. I'm not ready. "But I know that horse is my boots, because I am the best rider. So is your son Ansha. " The old man quickly twisted his knitting hand and stopped. She looks at that face all day. It looks like his son's face. He said, "Come with me, son. I want to show you something. Maybe I should have given it to my son a long time ago, but I have been hiding it in the dark world and not letting it guide people. That thing may be your way to the horse. It can make you understand the horse's voice. " Follow the old man out of a big felt bag with six boards all day. The rain stopped and the sky was washed like a deep blue that he dared not face up to. The old man stopped in front of the stone house. This stone house has always been a secret to him. From the day he saw this closed stone house, he felt that there must be something hidden in this house. The old man pushed open the door, and the room smelled of burnt butter. There is a butter lamp in the dark room. The old man turned on the light, and the room shone with the light as big as a bean. All day, he saw that the room was empty, and there was a tattered old silver ingot saddle on the ground, decorated with a lot of silver. He touched it with his hand. It was cold. Covered with a finger-thick dust, how many years has this saddle not been ridden? He stood up silently, and the room seemed to be the last remnant of an old shepherd. He saw a pile of stirrups in the corner of the room, and a dozen old stirrups lined up on the wall. He felt an ancient smell coming towards him. He looked at Lao Eji and said, "These things seem to have a history of decades, don't they?" "One thousand four hundred and twenty-six." Agee picked up the lamp and put it in front of the old harness. Those straps are even darker in the light. Some are broken to the point where there is only one shape, and some are only half. I was dumbfounded by the old man's answer all day. I didn't expect these straps to last so long. He subconsciously asked the old man, "Who left this?" This man left behind such a pile of old things. Who could he be? If there ever was such a person. ""This man is him. He is the owner of these harnesses and the ancestor of our family. " The old man held the lamp high and a beam of light shone on the wall in front. Actually, there is a portrait there. He leaned forward and looked like a man with a long beard and black eyes. The old man is wearing a black hat. Look carefully all day. He really didn't expect that these shabby things in this room were the relics of an old man more than 1000 years ago. I asked Eji all day: "What's the name of that old man? Look at that painting, it seems to be an official of the Han Dynasty. Why did he leave those harnesses? ""When I came to this house, the stone house was there. Those things are handed down from generation to generation, like a small river. The water came at me. I am just a woman watching the water by the river. " The old man trembled and pointed to the man in the painting and said, "Everyone in the family calls him Geshuhan. He is the first shepherd in this racecourse. At that time, the racecourse was said to be several million mu in size, with more than 60,000 horses and countless cattle and sheep. He is the greatest honor of this family. He is the owner of the prairie horse. He can understand and talk to horses. Of course, these are all legends. When he died, he left a book for our family, and the manuscript of the book was lost. At that time, his words were written on birch bark. Later, for the convenience of preservation, the family made a copy on paper. As for those birch bark books, I have never seen them again. " The old man wiped the painting and the dust on it flew lightly. She took out a photo from the back of the photo.