Lao Suntou "hit the horse"

Mr. Tian head approached me and asked:

"Which horse do you want?"

The old chief said:

"I haven't decided."

In fact, he had already made up his mind and took a fancy to a chestnut pony with a glass right eye tied under the old elm tree. Hearing his name called, he strode over and took it. Zhang Jingduan telephone way:

"Look at me picking a blind horse."

I turned over and rode on a bare horse. The pony that had never ridden before was jumping in the yard, and my old chief grabbed its neatly cut mane and replied:

"Is this horse blind? I think you are blind. This is called jade eye. This is the best horse. This is the best thing in the village. You can't be blind. "

The little swineherd shouted:

"Be careful, old man, don't be too busy talking and watch your ass fall off!"

The old chief said:

"Eric, I have been driving a carriage for 29 years, and I am afraid of this pony. Which fierce horses have I never ridden? Did you see my old grandson fall on his head? "

Just speaking of this, the girl jumped up wildly, jumping higher and higher, jumping harder and harder. The two hind legs kicked back hard, kicking the snow high on the ground. My head stopped talking, my hand pulled my mane, and my face turned white with fear. The horse ran around the field and dozens of people couldn't stop it, so they threw my head on the ground. It rushed out of the crowd, ran out of the school and ran to the village road. Guo Quanhai hurriedly untied the highland barley horse from the post, turned over and rode it, and drove the jade eye away. Speaking of which, my head fell to the ground and I couldn't get up for a long time. People around me kept laughing. When I was lying on the ground, I couldn't answer back. Naughty people surrounded me and joked:

"How come down? Is the ground more comfortable than the horse? "

"Nothing, this is not wrestling. How many times have you seen our old grandson fall on his head? "

"This is related to the old chief capable, driving and riding, wrestling also fell beautifully. Pat it and fall to the ground, loud and crisp. "

My old grandson has a headache with his head down. He hummed and didn't have time to answer other people's jokes Several people ran to pick him up, patted the dry snow off his clothes and asked him which one hurt. Eric Suen Yiu Wai stood up and muttered:

"This little guy, call it back. Oh, here, rub it for me. This little guy, ... Oh, you rub it again. "

Guo Quanhai brought back my old chief's jade eye, and everyone was panting. I got up, ran to the firewood pile, drew a stick, put on the horse, held its chew in one hand and swung the stick hard in the other. The stick was thrown into the air, but he wouldn't hit it.

? (Zhou Libo: "Storm")

About the author:

(1August 9, 908-1September 25, 979), formerly known as Zhou, also known as Zhou. Yiyang, Hunan. His novel The Storm and the film Liberation of China, which he co-wrote and filmed, won the Stalin Literature Award, and Night on Xiangjiang River won the first prize of the national short story. He is an outstanding modern writer in China with great achievements. 1979 died in Beijing on September 25th. Zhou Libo's Short Stories Collection, Zhou Libo's Prose Collection, Zhou Libo's Selected Works and Li Bo's Collected Works were published.

Comments:

Detail description makes literary works more vivid, concrete and vivid. Lao Suntou is a coachman who has been driving a cart for 29 years and has deep feelings for horses. It can be seen from his expression and words that he knows horses, but he underestimated the ferocity of the child's horse, which caused him to fall heavily on the ground. He was so angry that he was ready to give them a good beating, but the stick he raised stopped in mid-air. We could feel his deep affection for them, just like a series of details and action descriptions, from my head to riding and tripping over horses, which made us feel my head's affection for horses.