Original works of horse language

Brushing my face like a thick bristle brush, I woke up from sleep. In front of my eyes, there is a towering shadow, like a thick black wall. A familiar smell makes my heart beat. I woke up suddenly, and the background of modern life behind me quietly receded, and the sun was shining on the loess wall more than 30 years ago. Grass rustled on the wall, and a rooster with bright feathers stood on it and sang; There is a fallen haystack in front of the wall, and a group of hens are planing in the loose grass. There are also a group of cows tied to the post in front of the wall. They are all ruminating with their heads down, as if in meditation. Curved wooden columns are covered with cow hair, and the earth walls are covered with cow dung. I sit in front of the haystack, I can reach out and touch the chicken, and I can touch the cow if I lean a little closer. I didn't touch the chicken or the cow, but I looked up at it-a close friend-the black, worried and blind horse with the word "Z99" branded on its ass. It is said that it was retired from the field army and is now the captain of the production team, which is famous for its strength and hard work.

"Horse, it's you!" I jumped up from the haystack and put my arm around its thick neck. My heart swells and tears roll on its smooth skin. It shrugged its bamboo-like ears and said in a vicissitudes tone, "Come on, young man, come on, I don't like this, there is no need to do this." Sit still and listen to me. "It shook its neck, and my body fell from the ground as light as a feather. Then I sat on the edge of the haystack, reached out and touched the chicken, and a little leaned over and touched the cow.

I looked at this old friend whom I hadn't seen for more than 30 years. It is still the same as before: huge head, stout body, slender limbs, blue hooves, furry tail, closed eyes and blindness for some reason. As a result, a number of scenes suddenly appeared.

I have pulled its tail hair to make a bow many times, and it stands quietly like a wall. How many times have I sat on its broad flat back and read picture books? It is motionless, like a stranded ship. How many times have I shown it off to the children in neighboring villages and fabricated its glorious history, saying that it once carried the commander of the Corps to the front and made great achievements. It is silent, like a piece of iron without temperature. How many times have I asked the old people in the village to know its history, especially how blind it is? Nobody told me. How many times have I stroked its neck and asked, dear horse, why are you blind? Did the shell skin collapse? Do you have pink eye? Did the eagle peck the blind? -let me ask again and again, but it doesn't answer.

"I will answer you now." Ma said. When the horse spoke, his soft lips turned clumsily, revealing his big white teeth worn by the grass from time to time. Its sound is dull, as if it were coming through a long winding pipe. This kind of voice fascinates me, enchants me, surprises me and makes me feel that I am listening carefully.

Ma said: "There is a famous story about eyes in Japan. After the piano girl Qin Chun was disfigured and blind, her apprentice and lover Sasuke stabbed herself. There is also an old story. When Oedipus learned that he had killed his father and married his mother, he was filled with remorse and ruined his eyes. Ma Wencai in your village is reluctant to part with his newly-married daughter-in-law. In order to avoid military service, he blinded him with lime. This shows that there is a kind of blind people in the world who are willing to deceive themselves in order to escape, possess, perfect and punish. Of course, what you want to know most is why I am blind ... "Ma mused, and this topic evoked its infinite bitter past.

Ma said: "A few decades ago, I was indeed a military horse, and the brand on my ass is proof. My master is a brave officer. He is not only outstanding in appearance, but also full of strategy. I have passion for him, like a lover. One day, he let a woman with a pungent smell of powder ride on my back. Anger and distraction, when I was walking through the Woods, I bumped into a tree and knocked down the woman. The officer whipped me and called me' you blind horse!' ..... From then on, I decided never to open my eyes again ... "

"So you are pretending to be blind!" I jumped off the haystack.

"No, I'm blind ..." The horse said, and turned to the endless dark road without hesitation.