Grandpa must have gone on a white horse.

Grandpa must have gone on a white horse.

1

Horse, here it comes. A horse was blown down by the strong wind.

I have seen white horses, red horses, dark horses and green horses in the Bible. It's all doomsday scenes. Those riders are called "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse". There are all kinds of monsters like horses in Shan Hai Jing, such as Tianma, Lu Shu and Shu Hu. Once they appear, they are either beneficial or harmful.

The groom said, "The birds above thousands of feet are horses, and the horses above thousands of feet are dragons." Horses are birds and dragons in the sky. Legend has it that Fuxi was inspired by the Yellow River Dragon and Horse when he deduced divinatory symbols. A horse has a pair of wings stuck on its back. When wading through mountains and rivers, it pulled out its wings and flew away. It is said that this horse once saved the lives of Liu Xuande and his son.

In the caves all over the world in the Paleolithic period, there were various images of horses. They embedded their bones in rocks and mountains and gave the running posture to masons, painters and shamans. Next, they went to sleep endlessly, and no one could wake them up. It seems that only sleeping is a big deal. The hole was full of water, and the horses were all wet. Some of them carried their necks, and the fine hairs were blown by the wind. Some are pregnant and their heads sink with their stomachs; Some knelt on their knees, as if they had received a gift from heaven. They must be saying something, but I can't understand it.

I have never seen a real horse, only in textbooks and on TV. Now, I don't even have textbooks and TV, but there is a horse in my body, an old and docile white horse, curled up in my body all day, motionless. One day, it will break away from my body, wander to the water, and then fly away with the wind.

2

When I was standing in the pit, I got off. A horse came down from the strong wind, and big birds came down one after another. The rider got off the horse and leaned down and said, "Your grandfather has left."

I didn't move. The rider added: "It's not gone, it's gone. I can't find it. "

I still haven't moved. I want to bury myself.

Four years ago, I squatted at the head of the village to dust the yard, and everyone wanted to look like a sparrow. It took me half a year to dig a small pit, but I couldn't find a sparrow's leg. Now, it's getting late and the sun is setting. I just want to have a good sleep. I was about to draw my hand back when a shadow fell on my arm. I heard a voice say, "Your grandfather has left."

I didn't look up, casually "hmm".

I haven't counted the days for a long time. I haven't counted the days. I looked at my body carefully. Four years ago, my navel was still stuck in the pit. Now, it is like a small horn, blowing away the light floating soil and being warmed by the sunset. I want to pull my leg out, but it's getting tighter and tighter. I said to it, "It's too tight, as tight as a stump-did you dig a stump?"

It says, "I dug."

I said, "Many years ago, I went up the mountain alone to herd cattle and dug a strange stump. I can't stop it in my hands. I always wanted to fly like a bird. I thought it was windy. Listen carefully, but there is no wind. Look at my beard and jump again. "

It says, "I dug one too. It didn't jump, it just bled. I couldn't bear it, so I planted it back. "

I said, "Because my hands are shaking."

three

When grandpa was still at home, he always said to me, "Horse, horse."

One day, grandpa dragged me to a stone and asked, "Yazi, are you hungry?" I nodded. I swallowed saliva and immediately screamed in my stomach. In our village, only the leaders of the revolutionary Committee have enough to eat.

Grandpa said, "If you want to eat enough, you need a horse." I don't know what this means. There are only cows in our village, but no horses. I wonder where grandpa made up the horse.

That night, I always heard horses barking.

The next morning, grandpa pulled me up, and I vaguely shouted, "Horse, horse, er, ho ho." Grandpa patted my ass with his big hand, just like patting a horse's ass. After filming, he paused for a moment and said, "Let's go." I was naked and was carried away by my grandfather.

What a nice horse! As white as a god, everything is white. It raised its hoof and was ready to fly.

I stood under the horse's belly and looked out. I saw grandpa carrying his hands behind his back, and many people's hands and legs were shaking. Grandpa walked with his hand on his back, many legs followed, and many hands were shaking. I came out of the horse's belly and shouted, "grandpa, grandpa." Grandpa shouted at me in front of the old man: "Yazi, Yazi ..." The voice was getting farther and farther, and I got out of the horse's belly and was not interested in going home.

Dad told me that grandpa had left. I leaned back and asked innocently, "When will you come back?" Mom cried, and so did dad. I looked at it and cried.

After crying, my mother told me that grandpa rode away.

I think grandpa must have invented the horse.

four

The horse I heard that night was a horse barking, and that was grandpa's horse barking. I don't know where grandpa knitted the horse.

I have long heard that there is a horse named Chen Zhuang in a nearby village. It turned out to be a white horse without a master. It is said that it was standing by the water, with its neck in the water, taking a deep breath, then raising its neck high and spraying water. A farmer in Chen Zhuang passed by and squatted beside him for a long time. Finally, he understood what kind of creature it was and decided to put a rope around its neck. Horses obviously don't care either. It looked back at him and put its head in the water again. By this time, he had tied the knot and put it on. Because it was picked up for nothing, you don't have to worry about it killing yourself. If you feel any loss, you can treat it as an animal-it is an animal-you can drink it and hit it without getting stuck in your neck. When you rest, it's quiet.

However, one night, the beast suddenly disappeared. The master told him to get up early and grind when he was full. At the end of the year, there was only one tofu mill in grinding bean curd. However, it actually disappeared, and the owner finally had a strong concern.

The next morning, grandpa woke me up and said, "Mom, Yazi, look, Mom." Said, and dragged me out of bed.

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I didn't see grandpa riding this horse. I only saw grandpa walk away with his hand on his back and never came back.

Dad told me that grandpa stole the horse and was caught. Why steal it? Dad said he was hungry. I remember grandpa said that you need a horse if you want to eat enough. I don't know what horses have to do with eating.

The rider added, "It doesn't jump, it just drops. I couldn't bear to part with it, so I planted it back-look at my horse. " I looked up and shook my head to show that I didn't see it. He showed his smugness and encouraged me to say, "Watch it again." I pulled my neck hard and watched it again. Finally, I found that we were sitting under the horse's belly. What a big horse! He said, "This is a wild horse, which was found in the northwest. This is where Zhao Ponu fought. I led it to the place where its ancestors fought. Later, it has been following me. " I don't know who Zhao Ponu is. Listen to this name, it seems very powerful.

According to him, it was this time that he saw my grandfather, a man in the northwest desert. I believe that ten years is enough time for grandpa to go to a foreign land, including the northwest where the rider may have been.

He went on talking about his horse. He used to have a pony, not a thoroughbred, but he found it halfway. It was pulled by a man at that time, and that man wouldn't pinch his neck. The man waved a long knife in the horse's face. As soon as he found that something was wrong, he hurried over. The man looked and ran away. Obviously, this horse was stolen. He didn't chase it either. He took a look, picked up the reins, led, walked and rested, and the horse was not bad. "You see, horses are human, too." He concluded.

Does he really know my grandfather? Does he know my grandfather himself or someone like him? Through his description, my grandfather is like a portrait of a criminal wanted by the ancient government. He always catches a lot of people according to portraits. All I know is that my grandfather is my grandfather. We often go hungry together, herd cattle together, watch old people pinch their fingers together, tell people's fortune together and look for pigs together.

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After grandpa left, I plunged into the pit. I heard that there was a man named Cosimo who would rather stay in a tree all his life than go down to the ground. He can also start a revolution and communicate with Voltaire. At that time, I had nothing to do with Voltaire. I didn't know what Voltaire was until now. But at that time I just wanted to stay in the pit all my life until I grew into a tree. I don't want to run for my life with grandpa.

Everyone in the village said that grandpa was running for his life. Because there is no reliable evidence to deny this, the whole family, including me, have to acquiesce in this statement.

In people's eyes, Grandpa's case is very simple. It is nothing more than stealing horses, killing horses, eating horses, never finding witnesses and other people who eat horses, the principal is at large, relatives are suspected of harboring, and so on.

If you can kill cows just to understand hunger, there are two cows in the village. It is expressly stipulated in the commune that stealing a cow (including a calf) is a felony of ten years' exile. According to the calculation, stealing a horse requires at least ten years in exile. Manager Ma is much more expensive than Niu Jin. However, ten years later, grandpa still didn't come back. There are more and more rumors in the village, which are becoming more and more evil. A more subtle and elegant way to put it is: my grandfather has left. To put it more clearly, it is like this: my grandfather died in exile, hungry, thirsty, tired and old ... in short, he died.

I still believe that grandpa is not dead, but he has disappeared. He will suddenly appear in front of his family after a long wandering. We cry and he laughs. Dad was very depressed, so he began to cut down trees and find a carpenter. I thought it would be a rafter. A rafter on the roof of my house is rotten, and it was brand-new when Grandpa left. I cried the day the coffin was formed. I know, my parents have completely passed away. What about me? Why should I stick to it?

The grave was dug, the foundation shovel was smooth, and the coffin was laid instead of grandpa. My mother and brother and I knelt in front of the grave, and my father took the firecrackers, lit the primer and knelt down. Our family knelt in front of Grandpa's empty grave and cried.

After crying, I think grandpa must still be wandering in a foreign land.

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Grandpa must have gone on a white horse.

Grandpa put me on horseback and said, "Yezi, let's go." Before grandpa finished, I was dragged down and squeezed under the horse's stomach. I can't see anything. I only saw grandpa walk away with his hand on his back, with many legs following him and many hands shaking.

I think if grandpa is hungry, he can kill the horse and eat it at night. Why wait until dawn?

I went home bored. On the way, I met a group of people coming out of my yard with their arms tilted. One of them pointed at me and said, "Xiao Pi Yazi, your grandfather has escaped. Can I help you find it? " I said stiffly, "No!" He bent down and smiled: "Little ... Xiao Pi Yazi!"

I fell asleep angrily.

I met another group of people at the water's edge, dressed in white, drinking heavily and singing songs I didn't understand. I go to the water to wash my feet. A horse tied to a tree, white as a god, everything is white. I was shrouded in white light, as if I were dreaming. I saw my grandfather, also at the water's edge, wearing white clothes and singing while drinking. The pavilion slowly rested, and everyone at the water's edge stood up and walked towards the white horse.

But, what about grandpa? I looked around, but there was still nothing. Looking back, they were all gone, and the white horse was gone.

I think grandpa must have gone there on a white horse.

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The rider pulled and said, "I'll tell you about the dead horse." Before that, I will pull you out first. "

Tired from pulling, he sat down on the ground. My leg has been wrapped tightly by grass roots and earthworms, and I can't pull it out. Great, I just have to stay here and wait for grandpa.

The rider gasped and said, "I came to tell you about the dead horse, so I took the pony away." We may have walked for days and nights, but the pony suddenly stopped walking. It came close to me, bent down and rubbed against me. Where does Pony want me to go? I got on the horse and the pony shook. I shrugged, and the pony shook again and began to trot. Soon, "I told the pony to stop and turn over and dismount." My crotch is covered with blood. Pony looked at me and looked away. It has a wound on its back, which is a foot long. I remembered that long knife. I am late. I took off my jacket and tightened it, but I couldn't stop bleeding. I told the pony to lie down, so did I. The pony turned and left. We just lie down and look at the sky quietly. I will die like this sooner or later. Your grandfather will, and so will you. Look at this horse. It smiles just like that pony, so I have to go alone. For the first time in decades, I went to the water to take a shadow. I found that my face looks more and more like a horse's face, especially like a horse's face in the Paleolithic period, which is a horse that often appears in murals. Their descendants died at our hands. You know, me, your grandfather and maybe the last two riders. "

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I didn't know grandpa was a rider. When I was young, my grandfather and I only rode cows. Grandpa is in front and I am behind, or I am in front and Grandpa is behind. Speaking of good grass, grandpa shouted like a rider, "Stop panting!" " "

So we stopped and rode on the stone together. Grandpa said that the stone is full of stars, the air at night and the barbecue smell in the sky. Riding on a stone is riding on the sky. I didn't know stones were like this. I rode on a stone and smelled the barbecue in the sky. Grandpa didn't take me home until it was getting late and Stone dozed off.

Now I know that a stone is a stone, nothing else. It is like a cold snake, a snake about to shed its skin. I know some things are dangerous, including sometimes horses and sometimes people.

Now that I know that Grandpa is a rider, I think Grandpa should be a rider, too.

So Grandpa has another explanation for stealing horses: Grandpa knew that the white horse was looking for a rider, but unfortunately it fell into the hands of a tyrant, so he saved it, rode it, resolutely left and never wanted to come back. But everyone said grandpa stole the horse, killed it, ate it, ran away and died.

I believe grandpa will come back on a white horse sooner or later. I'm stuck in a pit and I'm not going anywhere. Grandpa will definitely wake me up when he passes by. I want to be a tree, and I won't die so soon. Even if I die, I can come back to life the next year.

The rider is missing. I don't know, when will he come back with news of my grandfather, maybe ten years? Maybe never come back. I'm old enough to wait for ten years, but my grandfather's age can't wait any longer

I think grandpa will become a white horse and come down from the strong wind.