Spirit Beast Record | Fu Fei: The Kiss of the Dark Horse

The Kiss of the Dark Horse

□ Fu Fei

The crooked head of Gelu Village led a black horse to Dazhou Village to sell: buy a horse, a good horse for carrying goods.

Crooked head sold several villages, and no one bought it. He was a porter. The goods were piled up on horseback, and he led the horse up the hill. He wore a long hat with fat ears and swung a brown rope through the alpine forest trails. There are many small alpine villages north of Lingshan, and there is no road access, and heavy goods are driven by Malaysia. Such as cement, grain, fertilizer, TV, refrigerator. The mountain road is steep, and the horse walks and rests, and it cannot be driven three times a day. Two months ago, he went to Wuyang Mountain to carry goods and fell, and his hip bone was broken, and he could no longer make a living as a driver. He had four horses, and the last of the remaining dark horses was not sold.

There are no porters in the village, who will buy it? A dozen middle-aged men gathered around the horse, looked carefully, and talked about it with all their tongues. "Horses are not as good as cattle, cattle can plough the field, even if one day can not plough the field, beef can still be sold for a good price." Some people say. Southerners love cattle.

"Cows give birth to cubs, and a cow cub sells for at least three thousand pieces, let alone two births in three years."

"Horses have stamina when climbing mountains, have good legs and feet, and carry goods like tractors." Tilting his head to pat the horse's hips and legs, the corners of his mouth sliding paper cigarettes, he said.

"This horse felt felt (dialect: refers to body hair is not smooth or slippery), and the shoulder blades are shrugged out. You live off a horse, and you snubbed it, and you can't say anything. Someone tilted his head sharply. Tilting his head and laughing awkwardly, he led the horse down the village street.

Horses are indeed felt felt, skinny and rugged. There is a lot of white dander on the horse's brain gate and back. The horseshoe nails slammed into the cement floor, clucking. The horse wagged its tail and slapped the flies. It was hot and the flies were chasing the horses. The horse walked to the Shegong Temple and did not leave. Tilting his head and dragging the horse rope, the horse still wouldn't go. It held its head high, hissed, hissed, hissed, hissed. Tilting its head and throwing it a whip, it stepped on its hooves, still not going.

Shegong Temple does not have a temple, but is just a place name. Fifty years ago, there was a small temple dedicated to the god of the land, and after the temple fell, no one renovated it, and a flat land was reclaimed as a barn. The barn is divided into two roads, east and north, connecting the village street to the east and extending north into the valley. There is a river between the valley and the valley, the river is wide but shallow, called the Raobei River. The dam cuts the river to build a lake, and the lake is called Zhanghu Lake. The lake water is diverted and discharged to generate electricity. In Zhanghu Selling local specialties, riding a motorcycle to the grocery store to play cards, passing through the Shegong Temple, seeing the crooked head whip whiping the corporal punishment of the horse, he stopped and said: Crooked head, although the horse is a beast, but also know the pain of the whip on the flesh, it can not speak, you should know what it is thinking, it does not go, you still whip it, you do not want to think about why it did not go.

I smoked it, not to hurry up early, and sold it. Tilting his head to collect the whip, he said grievously.

Crooked head, who does not know. Not because he was a porter, but because his head was always crooked to the right. Walking with your head tilted to see people tilting their heads to talk, tilting their heads to eat, tilting their heads to sleep. Tilt your head and white eyes, others can't see.

The ploughman sold the plough, the porter sold the horse, and the iron man sold the hammer, and this style of work was incomprehensible. The corner rack opened his feet and sat on the motorcycle and said.

It's a good horse, the best of my four horses, but it can't be sold. Tilt your head and say.

It is easy to recognize cattle and difficult to recognize horses, southerners do not raise horses, how many people will know horses? Skimmer said.

Good at running, high lifting explosiveness, good endurance, this is a good horse. Tilt your head and say.

You're not talking about horses, you're talking about porters. You look at the horse as a porter. Skimming the horns teasingly said.

The two men went back and forth and talked (chatted) for a long time. Tilt your head and say, you can open a restaurant by the lake, you can also open a racecourse, drive each other, you buy it, I have a lower price.

I haven't raised horses, I can't raise them well. Skimmer said.

Raising horses is not a problem, you have the heart to raise one, get started, buy two more, open a racecourse. Tilt your head and say.

The idea of crooked head makes the skimmer have the idea of raising horses. Skimmer rides a motorcycle and folds back. Tilt your head and follow the horse. The horse snapped its steps, his head held high and hissed a few times.

The horses were somewhat thin and dirty, and they smelled of oxalic acid. Aiying, the wife of the skimmer, saw the horse, took out a fly shoot, and gave the horse a mosquito fly, and when the beat went down, the mosquito fly blood spots were printed on the beat. Ai Ying said: The flies are all clumped, how can the horse bear it, the horse suffers, and the man also suffers.

Zhanghu Lake is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and the high canyon is like a waterwheel, and the water is gushing into the lake. There are more than thirty inhabited households living by the lake. He worked outside for eight years, and every year he went out to return to his hometown in the first month of the year, but the money could not be saved. Ai Ying was distressed about his man, saying that he was busy and busy, and he went home empty-handed every year, so it was better to go home and sell local specialties and stay free. He cleared his house and opened a shop. Ai Ying sells goods online, and he goes to receive the goods. He collects sesame seeds, dried chili peppers, kudzu powder, mung beans, soybeans, sorghum, buckwheat, sweet potato flour, sweet potato vermicelli, aged sorghum roast, handmade tea, honeysuckle, imperial chrysanthemum, camellia oil, bean paste, native eggs, duck eggs, and native honey. He rode a motorcycle to collect from households in various villages. He knew everything, and he knew whose home had what local specialties. He also dried dried fish, dried beans, dried mountain ferns, dried plum vegetables, and dried radish shreds. He knows what sells well.

In his spare time, he likes to fight the nest dragon. Wolong is a kind of over-exploded card method, four people play five and a half decks of cards, there is pressure to press, seven heads to draw, each playing each other, personal scoring, playing a hand of cards takes eight minutes. Playing nest dragons, time passes quickly, and you can't play a few cards in an afternoon. The grocery store has four card tables and is full of people every afternoon. People in the village like to fight nest dragons. Don't play the nest dragon, the technicality is not high, rely on the luck. With horses, skimmers rarely go to fight nest dragons. Horses are intelligent and sexually intelligent. Playing cards make people gamble and grind people's energy. Skimming horns are fed to the horses every morning, and wheat bran is fed. The wheat bran is ground by himself, mixed with bean bran, stirred up, and poured into a stone trough. When the horse saw him approaching the stable with his bucket, he kicked his hooves, clicked, and swung his head high, his tail hanging up, his round eyes bulging, and his tongue licking his mouth. The horn booed and whistled, lifted the horse's mouth and touched it, and then touched the horse's neck, and poured the wheat bran down the trough.

The stables were in the corner of the vegetable patch behind the house, built by the skimmers themselves, with eight wooden pillars, mangosteen, doors and large windows facing the ventilation. Eating wheat bran, skimming the horn and driving the horse around the canyon, he rode a motorcycle out to collect goods. The canyon is full of barren grass. The horses did not need to be guarded, they ate and slept on their own, and in the evening, they came back while eating grass.

One afternoon, torrential rain poured down and the stream swallowed. Rain poured down the mountain. The horse did not return. Fearing that the horse would be frightened, he ran wildly, and he rode his motorcycle to find the horse. The canyon is long and narrow. He rode to the large lawn at the mouth of the col, and saw the horse standing on the grass, with its head on its back, its tail hanging down, and it did not move. He was stunned. He had never found his horse so handsome. The horse is fat and well-proportioned, its four legs and feet are like four wooden pillars rammed on the earth, the rain is poured on the horse's back, flowing down the ventral side, the oily black body hair is like a waterfall curtain, and the head is as tall as an iron pier. He blew a loud whistle, and the horse hissed and ran toward him.

Heavy rains in the mountains are raging. Skimmer hugged the horse's head and touched its dripping jaw.

When I got home, I was soaking wet. There was no scraper in the skimmer, and he brushed the horse's body with a mane brush. He hadn't brushed the horse yet. The bristle brush is soft and slightly rough, and the horse's body is numb and itchy. The horse widened its dark eyes, shook a pair of small ears, and gently kicked its hooves. He brushed the horse's head, and the horse bowed its head and did not move, and its nose exhaled a hot and baked snort. He brushed the horse's neck, brushed the horse's belly, brushed the horse's hips, brushed the horse's tail. The horse stood comfortably, snorting.

Skimmers have a habit of napping. After brushing the horse, he stopped napping. He went to the creek every day to brush his horses. He washed the horse's face, poured water on it, and brushed it with a bristle brush. After brushing five times, every afternoon, the horse himself went to the creek to wait for the skimmer, and when he saw the skimmer come out with the basin, it hissed low and wagged its tail excitedly. The horse brushed his body and went to the canyon to graze on his own. The horse trotted away, raising its mane. Its sturdy and calm figure appears from time to time on the canyon path, and in the field of view of the skimming angle, the mountains have become high and low, and it seems to rise and settle.

Skimming the horns felt strange, and the horses slept standing up. Without being disturbed, the horse can sleep anytime, anywhere, even when walking and suddenly stopping, the horse blinds and kicks in place.

Once, a cattle breeder said to the skimmer: Horses do not carry goods, and the loss of horses is too great, it is better to raise cattle.

How amazing are horses, you have never raised a cow or a horse, you don't know. Skimmer said. Skimmer led the cattle keeper to see the stables and said: I have seen horses sleeping several times, but they all sleep standing, thinking that the horses are dozing, but in fact, the horses originally slept standing. I didn't clean the stables, the horses kept standing, I cleaned the stables, and the horses lay on the ground and rejoiced, what does that mean?

It shows that the horse is too difficult to serve, the cow rolls in the mud, sleeps in the cow dung pile, and the cow walks out of the cow pen, half of its body wrapped in cow dung. The cattle breeder said.

You are right about this, and the cow will be at ease with the situation. But it doesn't matter. Skimmer said.

Why not? The cattle breeder asked doubtfully.

The fact that horses do not sleep in dirty places shows that horses are noble animals, and noble animals are all lonely. I found the horse in the deep valley for a day, and it was rare to hiss, and it took care of itself to graze, to wander by itself, to find a place for itself to sleep in no man's land. Even if the horse returns to the stable, the stable is dirty, it does not lie down, it does not hiss, it is like a virgin. Skimmer said.

Because of the horses, there are many things to do. He cleaned up horse dung and grinded wheat bran. Ai Ying complained a little. Ai Ying said: Serving the horse is more attentive than taking the child, treating the horse as a treasure, a month down, the light wheat bran cost more than two hundred yuan, the horse was raised for half a year, did not earn a dollar, did not go to find goods to let it drive, at least also have to drive out the wheat bran money.

The skimmer only smirked. He spread his hands and said, I don't play cards anymore, and I don't spend money indiscriminately, raising a horse is equivalent to multiple friends, and entertaining friends also has to add wine and vegetables.

Ai Ying said to the skimmer, earlier, you planned to build a racecourse, such a wide lake, very suitable for running horses.

Buy two more horses, you can circle the racecourse, I thought about it, not there are horses to run horses, but also to hire a coach, I don't worry about what is in case there are drunken people riding horses, running like crazy, falling into the lake, that is a harmful thing. Skimmer said.

That horse can't be kept like this all the time, spending thousands of dollars over a year, which is what our family can afford. Ai Ying said.

Ox pulls plows, horses carry goods, I understand this truth. But such a beautiful horse, for others to carry goods, I am willing to give it. It is the life of the horse, but our horses are noble, and noble horses should not go to the goods. Skimmer said.

Ai Ying said that she also helped grind wheat bran. Aiying added wheat beans to the stone grinding hole and skimmed the corner grinding stone grinding. The two talked and laughed again. Grind the wheat bran, pull out the plastic water pipe at the corner, and rinse the stables. The swept out horse manure is piled up on the rocks on the side of the mountain, dried for three or five days, and sprinkled into the vegetable field.

One day, a fisherman came to Zhanghu Lake. The angler cow is tall and tall, looks a little rough, and has a beard that covers half of his chin. He saw the black horse drinking water by the lake, and he took off his belt to measure the height and length of the horse. He politely gave the horn a cigarette and asked: How long has this horse been kept?

I raised it for eleven months and bought it. Skimmer said.

The angler lifted up the horse's mouth, put his hand into the horse's mouth, touched it, and said, "Your horse is a good horse that you rarely meet.

Do you know horses? I don't know horses. The old horse owner, grumpy, smoked his own horse like a dead snake, I met it, I bought it back, I wanted to run a horse farm, I gave up this idea again. How do you see that my horse is a rare good horse? I knew it was clever, and it heard my whistle in the distance and would run toward me. Skimmer said.

You see, it is well-proportioned and slender, it reacts quickly and sensitively; the ears are compact and the ear fans are small, the ear is small, the horse with the small liver is very good at understanding people's minds; it has a big nose, a large nose is a large lung capacity, and it can run long distances. Horses run long roads, carry goods, not only the horse's legs and foot bones are good, there is no large lung capacity, and it cannot run. You see again, this black horse is shiny and watery, very easy to grow fat, is its digestive and absorption organ function is good. Its eyes are as big as a lamp, indicating that its heart is big, its heart is big, it is bold, it will not be afraid to be frightened. Although it was eaten in the morning, it was also separated by an hour, its chest was straight like a sheepskin drum, its muscles and flesh were stretched out, and its mouth was bright like a girl smearing lipstick, and its physique was strong. You see your horse pee, the urine straight out of the pull, which is the mare is full of energy. You touch its head, its head is tall but its face is thin, and the flesh under its eyes is bulging, such a horse, noble but gentle in temperament. The angler was very careful and warm to say to the skimmer. The angler touched the horse's face, touched the horse's body, and his eyes showed envy.

Skimmer looked at the angler in amazement. I can't see the horse at the corner, and I don't know where my horse is good. He was the first to hear a man who understood horses talk about his own horses. Skimmer asks the angler: How do you know so much? Have you ever kept a horse?

The angler said, I have not only kept horses, I have lived in a horse farm in the northeast for twelve years, riding horses, hunting, horse racing, and horse training. The angler raised his eyebrows and spoke with interest. He also said that in recent years, it has been difficult to make a living in the northeast, so I have come to Shangrao to drive a taxi, and I have never seen a horse again.

Your horse sutra deserves my good respect at noon, you caught a fish, we have a good drink at noon. Skimmer said.

While drinking, both of them had an interest in talking. Anglers drink well, and one or two glasses of wine are swallowed. You came and went and drank eight glasses of wine. The angler said that your horse was deficient in the beauty, and indeed there was some regret.

The skimmer was shocked and asked: What is the deficiency?

It's not a shortage, I saw this good horse too late. Anglers said.

Any explanation? Skimming asks.

Your horse has just reached its prime, and I touched the horse's mouth in the morning, and I estimate that your horse is fifteen years old. The horse is fifteen years old, which is equivalent to the middle age of a person. Anglers said.

I don't know how old my horse is, I keep it in a confused way, just thinking about raising a strong horse, who has the ability to see the age of the horse. Skimmer said.

The age of a horse is judged by the number and shape of the front teeth. There are four types of teeth in horses, namely incisors, canine teeth, premolars, and molars. The incisors and anterior molars are divided into deciduous teeth and permanent teeth, and the permanent teeth grow out of the deciduous teeth. There is a recess on the chewing surface of the incisors, called the tooth ridge, and the disappearance of the tooth ridge is exactly when the horse is ten years old. If the chewing noodles are in the shape of an upright horn, then the horse is at least fifteen years old. Herbivores' teeth and chewable noodles change with age. I touched your horse with a standing horn chewing noodle. In the prime of life, horses are hard to train. Your horse has started carrying cargo very early, and the cargo is too much to carry, and it will hurt the horse's spine and shoulder blades. The angler was a little disappointed. He said, can I ride your horse?

You are so welcome to come and ride a horse. I've ridden a few times, and I've only ridden slowly, and I can't get up. Skimmer said.

Taking advantage of the wine, the angler stepped on the dark horse. The angler leaned forward, slapped the horse's hip with his right hand, pulled up the reins, and ran around the lake. The horse braced its hind legs a little, and the horse's head rose high, high, and hissed a few times, and the four hooves began to splash. Horses are like arrows off the string, like a light boat blowing in the wind, like a bird shearing the spring wind, running up the river and running into the canyon. The stream under its hooves flew out like a scattered splash of water.

The dark horse has a pair of moving eyes. A pair of eyes that are clear and sad. Every time he saw the eyes of the black horse, he remembered the fisherman's words: the whole grassland of your horse's eyes contained memories.

Its homeland is in the northern steppes. That's what anglers say. Skimmer tried to find the prairie in the horse's eyes, but what he found was the loneliness of the horse. Loneliness is the pure liquid in a horse's eyes. It stood in the stables, or on the lawn somewhere in the canyon, and it didn't look like a horse, but more like the camphor lake. Gentle, calm, and passionate. Its handsome body is like a shadow in a lake. Its eyes are bright, its eyelids are beautiful, as deep as a lake, and it is bottomless. The skimmer can't bear to look at its eyes, and can't get tired of looking at it. There was something hidden in the horse's eyes, something philosophically mysterious. This kind of thing is deeply attracted to the skimming angle. As for what this mysterious thing is, the skimmer does not know. Every time he washed the horse's face, he would lift the horse's head and stare into the horse's eyes. He saw the blue sky, the eagles that disappeared in the distance, and the four seasons of the mountains. He saw the horse's heart beating and saw the horse's hip muscles dangling as it ran. But he didn't know what the horse was thinking. He used a cotton towel to gently wipe its orbit, wipe its flesh, wipe its ears, and then brush its face. It snorted. Its hot breath baked him.

Once, when the horse returned to the stables, it was still early and the sun was still napping in the treetops. Skimming the horns, he went to the stables to see the horses. The horse heard the footsteps of the skimming horns, and hissed low. The horse was familiar with his footsteps, familiar with his voice, familiar with his whistle. Even if he didn't make a sound as he approached, it knew he was coming. It was sensitive to his breath. It either snorts, barks, or kicks its hooves. If it were in the wild, it would run up to him, raise its head, and arch its mouth over him. The skimmer sat on the railing, and the horse stood beside him, hissing. He saw something strange in the horse's eyes. That thing was like a starry sky. There were no stars in the starry sky, only a white-gold star with a yellow halo, and the sky was pure black, emitting a black iron luster. The starry sky was like a whirlpool, spinning rapidly, forming a huge stream of air, dragging him into it. He was sucked in deeply. If there is someone who loves you, look into that person's eyes. There was warmth in the man's eyes, not gushing, not flashing, but the state in which the plant grew, silently, clinging. The same is true of the love between humans and animals.

Gentle love is tacit understanding and trust between each other. The horse knew he wanted to see his eyes, so he raised his face. The horse sniffed his palm. His palms were empty. What it licked into it was the warmth of his palm. The warmth made it feel his flesh.

The horse's secret was hidden in the unfathomable eyes, but he didn't know what the horse's secret was. The secret of the horse also became unfathomable. Horses could not tell their secrets. It lifts its head and opens its eyelids, exposing the entire part of its eye, as if it were a heart.

It is said that the horse's eye can sense that the Big Dipper is moving. When the Big Dipper appears in the sky, the horse will look up. This is skimming to listen to the angler. For this statement, the skimmer is very convinced. The angler said that the horse would not get lost or panic when running at night, and the horse would look up at the big dipper while running, and the seven stars were guiding it. As twilight rose and the stars of the western sky began to appear, he sat on the railing and watched the dark horse. The black horse looked at him, slightly holding up his steep face. He looked back, and the seven stars appeared. The angler said that once on a hunting trip in the mountains and forests at night, the angler got lost. There are no roads in the forest, the grass is chaotic everywhere, and the trees are empty but tall. He said to the horse, go home, I'm lost, you take me back. The horse wandered through the woods, around the mountain beam and another mountain beam, and brought him back. The angler said that the horse had a path map in its brain that marked the path it had traveled, where it was its birthplace, where it was its home, where it had springs, where there were lush weeds, and the horses knew it. Where they have suffered, and whose whips they have been whipped, the horses know. But the horse has no vendetta, and the horse has no vendetta against the wolf, but only kicks its hooves to drive away the wolf. Horses are animals that tolerate lifelong tolerance. You see the horse's eyes and you know how kind the horse is.

The village is far from the road, and a five-meter-wide cement machine ploughing road passes. Some people in the village have successively migrated to the market towns and bought land to build houses. Ai Ying also discussed with Qiao Jiao to go to town to buy land. Ai Ying said that the express delivery points are all located in the town, and every time the goods are sent, they have to ride to the town to deliver, which is inconvenient to go back and forth, and besides, the children cannot settle down by the lake in the future.

Of course, it is good in the town, but it costs a lot of money to buy land and build a house, where to raise money? Skimmer said.

Sell the horse, it's good to keep it, but we can't keep it for a lifetime. Ai Ying said.

I don't want to sell horses, and I don't sell horses until I have to. Otherwise, we sold the house. The house is sold, we can still build, the horse is sold, and we can't come back. Skimmer said.

Selling horses does not affect life, selling houses, transitional houses are not easy to find, and things are moved around and lost. Ai Ying said.

The skimmer insisted on selling the house and keeping the horse. Skimmer looked for the villagers, asked, no one wanted to buy a house. Yes, who still buys a house in the remote mountains, wants to sell their own house. Skimming corners put a lot of lines out to sell the house. None of the lines have an echo. He led the horse to sell. He pulled on the reins and walked toward the machine ploughing path. The horse stood there on its own, not moving. The horse seemed to know his mind. He palmed the horse's face and said, "Why don't you take a step?" I couldn't sell you when I couldn't do it, and I didn't let you go to the frying pan.

The horse's eyes suddenly rolled out of the round liquid and took a step. Skimming the horn and using the palm of his hand to tighten his face, he said, how are you so stupid, I am selling you, you still have to take steps, you are stupid to death. The horse's rounded liquid kept rolling down. The skimmer held up its mouth and said, you go to the canyon to graze, I don't want to see you anymore.

The horse stood still and looked at him sheepishly. Skimmer got on a motorcycle and received the goods.

Everyone in the town knows that The Skimmer has a good horse, and some people know that the Skimmer wants to sell horses, so he rides to the village and negotiates the price with the Apostrophe. But the price has not been negotiated. Skimming the horn said that since it is a good horse, it must be the price of a good horse, and it is not the life of a donkey, and it cannot be sold as a cheap horse.

The man who bought the horse said that the horses were all carried, and the horses that were driven were not noble and cheap.

The horse buyer's argument made the skimmer unacceptable. He asked the horse buyer: Why do horses have to pull the goods? You look at my horse, the color of its coat, the spirit of it standing there, the spirit of its running, how valuable, why buy it and let it be carried?

The horse buyer hummed with his nose and said, You are also a person in your forties, think with your heels, buy a horse is not for the sake of carrying goods, then what is the purpose of buying a horse? Buying a horse is to see and touch, not to raise a concubine, it is better to buy a painting to hang on the wall.

He stood up, blushed, and said, "When you say this about my horse, you are insulting my horse and you are also insulting me."

The horse buyer said curtly, even if I am wrong, we are talking about business, not quarreling. You keep the horse for yourself to see every day, I don't buy the horse.

There were five horse buyers, and none of them could negotiate. He consulted with Aiying and said, "Buy the land first, and then build the house when you have the money."

It's summer vacation. Two junior high school children clamored for a trip. Skimming angle said, more knowledge of the world is too deserving, dad as the leader, we go to Guangdong to play. He took his two children by train to Guangzhou, and then to Zhongshan, Shenzhen, Zhuhai and Macau. They were going to Guangdong for the first time and felt very new. Especially during the visit to the Zhuhai-Hong Kong-Macao Bridge, the child was very shocked in his heart and said to his father that he would study well in the future, and a great country needed great people to build. Skimmer listened to the child's words and comforted him like a medicine. Playing a circle in the Pearl River Delta, he and the children are very enjoyable.

Skimmer returned home to find the horse missing. He asked Aiying: Where did the horse go?

Sold. Ai Ying said.

You sold your horse and didn't consult with me. Skimmer said.

We have discussed selling horses, you can't sell them, I'll sell them." Ai Ying said.

Sold to whom. Skimming asks.

The price is not low, whoever buys it is the same, and I don't know who bought the horse. Ai Ying said.

You sold the horse, I don't have any opinion, but you have to tell me who bought it. Skimmer said.

Ai Ying knew that her husband was a very real person, and her eyes rolled white and she smiled, saying that li zhaiqiao's horn had been bought. Horn Is a mountain turner, in the mountains to carry goods, receive goods, sell goods for most of their lives. The next morning, Skimmer got on a motorcycle and went to Lee House Bridge. He looked for the horn, and the villagers said that the horn went to Buckwheat Bay to drive goods. Skimming the corner and going to Buckwheat Bay, I saw Ma carrying two bags of cement to the mountain path. The horse stood up at the waist, and walked very calmly, and the cement bag was pressed upside down. The trumpeter had a hemp rope wrapped around his hand. The horse hissed a few times, sprinted quickly across the small wasteland, turned around and ran down, toward the skimmer. Frightened by the brave appearance of the horse suddenly running down the mountain, the trumpet was frightened, and he threw the hemp rope and scolded: Damn the horse, if it doesn't smoke to death, there is a ghost.

Skimmer opened his hands and whistled. The horse stood ten meters away. It looks at the skimming angle. The skimmer walked toward it, and it retreated. Its tail is dangling. Its legs and back are covered in mud. Its mane is covered with ash cement dust. The horse hissed and hissed very low. It cried out so helpless and sad.

The horse was bought back at the original price. It is not so much that it was bought back, but rather that it was taken back. The trumpeter refused to sell, threw the money on the table, blew a whistle, and the horse ran over. Skimmer got on his horse and went home without stopping. The trumpeter stood on the threshold, pointing at the horn and scolding: Where in the world is you barbarian?

Skimming the horn stroked the horse, he said to Aiying: I see the way the horse is abused, just like seeing my own child driving the goods, I can't stand it.

Ai Ying looked up at his man, sighed lowly, and said with some helplessness: In fact, even the best horses are just beasts, and like cattle, you love to raise horses.

Our horses should not go for cargo. Horses are tired and tired, what do horses get? The horses that carried the goods were scolded by the whips and could not eat a few meals throughout the year. Even if our horses starve to death, don't drive them. Skimmer said.

In June of the following year, the horse gave birth. The horse's lower body is flowing mucus. The horse stood in the stable, hissing, hissing, hissing, hissing with pain. He panicked and circled around the horses. The horse's hips bulged and contracted again. The horse is struggling. Ai Ying said that the horse could not give birth to the foal for a long time, which may be difficult to give birth. A bundle of hay was brought in by the corner and spread on the ground. Ai Ying stroked the horse's neck, skimmed the horns and pressed the horse's back, signaling it to lie down.

The horse lay down. Ai Ying touched the horse's neck, and the horse stopped barking. The horse turned up half of its body, raised its front and rear right limbs, and the horse's belly bulged and collapsed again. There is a lot of water flowing down the lower body. Ai Ying said that maybe the amniotic fluid was broken and the horse was producing hard. The skimmer didn't know how to help it exert himself, and he rubbed his hands in a hurry. A white, fat-textured bubble (placenta) is exposed. Half of the horse's body was tossed even more violently. White bubbles were squeezed out of the black hard forelimbs wrapped in black. Ai Ying said to the skimmer, you are still standing silly, helping to pull the legs out, along the way, and can not hold their strength, the horse cub and the cow cub are the same.

The skimmer pulls on the forelimbs and pushes outward. The foal was closed too tightly, and the horn stood without force, so he sat on the ground and pulled. Pulling and pulling, the head of the foal was exposed, and the white bubble burst. With one hand on the foal's head, he slowly pulled the foal out. The foal came out, wrapped in a white film. Ai Ying touched the horse's abdomen and said that it was too difficult to give birth to a cub. The horse gasped nervously. The horse could not stand up. The horse lay calmly, trying to look up at the foal, but could not lift its head. The horn tore off the white film on the foal's body. The foal shook his head curiously, half his head up, half lying down.

The horse lay on the ground for more than half an hour before he stood up. It licked dry the mucus from the foal's body and arched its mouth over the foal. The foal staggered to his feet and looked at the mare. The foal snuggled under the mare for milk.

The veterinarian came to examine the horse. The veterinarian said that it was difficult for a horse to get pregnant after ten years old, and he did not expect this dark horse to have such a strong vitality and become an elderly mother. After the mare gave birth, her body was much weaker. The skimmer is fed with extra care and cooks rice for it to eat. Mix some vegetable oil or honey in the rice, the mare eats it very fragrantly, and eats half a large basin in one go. The foal follows the mare inseparably, sucking the mare's milk at least eight times a day. Even late at night, the foal sucks milk. It snuggled up on the mare's belly and slept, its limbs propped up, its closed eyes like a beetle. Skimming angle watched the mare give birth to a child and milk the child, and felt that it was not easy to be a mother. Skimming angles always think like this, and it is better for their own women. He washed the dishes and washed the pots and slept with his own woman in his arms. Women who are mothers need more love from men.

The cousin of the skimmer came to play, saw that the foal was very cute, jumped happily in the grass, and ran after his shadow, and said to the skimmer: Your foal is sold to me, I also want to raise a horse, since you have raised a horse, you have a much gentler temperament.

The foal was carefully crossing the stream. The skimmer teases it. Skimming the horn said, mare is not sold, the foal is not sold, in two years I will run a horse farm, you see, Zhanghu Lake has a panoramic view, the lake is four seasons of blue, here the scenery is good, the lake shore is open, with a horse farm, there will be people to ride a horse.

Then I'll guard the horse farm for you. His cousin said.

With the foal, the skimmer has more to do. He rode his motorcycle to collect the goods. There is a person who grows white jade beans in WangLang Village, and he collects more than 2,000 catties of beans every year. His white jade beans are sold to skimmers. He and The Skimmer had endless words. Skimming the horns say horses, he also says horses. Skimmer said the fish in the lake, he also said the fish in the lake. He could follow the words of the skimmer. He knew that he had added a small pony to the corner, and said, I have never had a horse, I would like to have a horse, the horse will not pull the plough to plough the field, but the horse runs more detached, radiant, the horse's eyes will shine.

The skimmer will not answer the call. The skimming angle cannot be connected. How hard it is to keep a good horse. How precious is a good horse. Precious horses, as precious as the women in the family. Precious things are hidden, and there is no way or share them with others. There are not many precious things, and people who know how to be precious are even rarer.

Someone in the town deliberately rode to the lake to see the foals with skimmed horns. The foals can play basketball, swim in the lake, and race with dogs. The foals made the townspeople feel new. The people who come to play, with the children, the children run after the ponies. The little pony straightens up and eats the figs on the tree and the pomegranates on the tree. The child threw an apple over, and the pony nibbled half of it, looking at the child and whispering. The child laughed and took out another apple and spread it in the palm of his hand, and the little pony ate the apple and licked his palm.

There is a meadow by the lake, and the silt is deep. One day, a person who had entered the grave on the hill suddenly exploded a cannon (dialect: a single firecracker fired into the sky), and with a bang, the lonely field was torn apart. Birds whirring and flying around. Frightened, the black horse ran to the grass and fell into the mud. Its half-thick body sank. The mud covered its hips and left its lower abdomen. It held its head high and barked. It wanted to lift its forelimbs to prop up its predecessor, but the mud was infused. Skimmer ran out of the yard and saw the black horse struggling in the quagmire, unable to remember for a moment what to use to save it. Watching the black horse half-cut body slowly sink. He stood at the edge of the grass and rubbed his hands, shouting: Hurry up, hurry up.

Boom, boom, boom. The roar of the dark horse made the skimmer desperate. The black horse opened his round, shiny eyes. At this time, the little pony ran over and ran around the grass, screaming. It was shouted high. The black horse propped up its forelimbs, lifted its front half of its body, and jumped up, arching out of the water like a huge iceberg. Skimmer ran over and led the horse to the lake to take a bath. The foal chased his ass, snorted and barked. Skimmers wash the black horse, brush its hair, and hold its head and kiss it. He did not think that the foal gave the mare strength, and the mare was so brave that she saved herself. It struck him deeply.

After half a month, the angler came fishing again. He wore a flat hat and sat under a maple tree in the bay of the lake fishing for crucian carp. The crucian carp was half the size of a palm, caught one, and threw it back into the lake. Skimmer said that crucian carp is very fresh, and the soup stewed up is milky white. Anglers throw fishing lines, and the fishing lines slowly sink, and half-cut red and half-cut green buoys hang on the surface of the water. Anglers say that fishing is not to eat fish, if you want to eat fish, it is better to pull the net, why come to such a far place to fish?

The angler talked about the horse again, saying that it is not a way for you to raise a horse like this, nor is it to keep it, nor is it to sell it.

Horses graze in the lakeside wasteland, wagging their tails.

Skimmer said: Raising horses and raising starlings is a theory, is raising starlings to sell for money? Is it to eat? No. Raising, teasing, is the fun of life. Raising horses is also a pleasure of life. Of course, raising horses is more expensive, but it's also more fun. Horses are beasts, but they are not just beasts.

The angler looked at the skimmer in amazement and said, "We can see ourselves in the horse." You don't know much about horses, you know well, you'll be kind to all creatures. You learn to ride a horse, you run on horseback, and you know that you and the horse are one. Horses need riders, and only riders can embody the free, naïve, unrestrained, uninhibited and vigorous wildness of the horse. Horses make riders confident, calm and resolute. Man shapes the horse, and the horse shapes the man.

Skimming the horns began practicing horseback riding. He and the horse have a deep understanding. As soon as his legs were clamped, the horse sped away along the shore of the lake. After practicing for three days, he was able to master horses. He ran in the canyons, in the woods. He rode to collect goods, and rode to visit relatives and friends. The horse ran, and he felt the earth shake.

Winter arrives and snow covers the fields. Snow is better in the mountains. In winter, there is not enough hay, and the horns take out their own cut sweet potato vines and feed the horses. After eating, the horse went for a stroll around the lake. The horse stepped on the snow, and the snow popped and crunched. A horse as black as charcoal, like a thick night wrapped in it. It was dazzlingly black. The horse arched the snow and nibbled at the remaining dry grass blades. Skimmers mounted their horses and ran in the snow.

The beauty of the dark horse, in a special situation, is intoxicatingly beautiful. Once, it was the night of the full moon, and I couldn't sleep. He rode his horse and walked slowly through the canyon. The moon is as silver as silver. The canyon is white and hazy, the mountains are green, and the moon is like a lake overflowing. The horse stood silently in the valley, and he sat quietly on horseback. The beauty of silence is like the blooming honeysuckle flowers of early spring. For the first time, The Horn felt that horses were inherently lonely. The horse's long silence became boundless, as deep as the mountains. The exposed part of the horse is for people to understand, and the more part is hidden. Like a bright starry sky overhead. Where the stars are empty, it is a perpetual mystery. People are also like this. The flesh is a temple, the mind is a Buddha, where the Buddha is enshrined, who knows? The horn sat on horseback, looking out over the mountains and up at the sky high above. He was also silent for a long time. He couldn't say enough. The horse could not speak either. The distant mountains are like a mystery. The sky is a mystery. He and the horse are also a mystery. The water was rushing. This canyon has been walked thousands of times. But, the canyon was unfamiliar. Or rather, he was a stranger on horseback. Strangers are passers-by. He got off his horse and went to the stream to wash his face with water. In the stream, he saw the figure of a horse. Ma Hei is like a mullet. The moon on horseback was shaking. The black horse was shining, and the silver gray was shining. He squeezed the water and let go of his hand again. He glanced back at the horse. Ma Wuzi held his head high and looked at the moon. Skimmer suddenly felt sad. Unprovoked sadness filled his chest. He held the horse's head, and the horse tilted its head to sniff his face.

Many times, people are vulnerable. His fragility was seen by the horses. The horse's eyes were soft and full of kindness. The horse kicked its hooves and hissed. The leaves of the flower-tugging tree are gently falling. Wild pepper trees are blooming. The stream was flowing unhurriedly. The skimmer strokes the horse's mouth. He stepped on horseback and ran towards the valley deeper into the canyon. The moonlight washed the woods and washed the empty mountains. The skimmer hummed the song of childhood. The horse made a splash of water. The horse's black mane is as crazy and flamboyant as the night. It runs wildly. It seems that only running can chase the moon that is gradually moving west.

In fact, the skimmer is a very cheerful person. When he got on his horse, he was more carefree. He bought a cowboy hat that he must wear on horseback. He teased Aiying and said, looking at me, I look like a Zorro. He snapped his fingers, blew a whistle, and rode off. In the past, he felt that life was particularly boring, receiving goods in the morning and playing cards in the afternoon, and his children went to boarding school, and he did not have to spend more energy. Although life is full of expectations, most of the time it makes him depressed. Having a horse, he found every day interesting. Interesting life, the days pass quickly, the water flows into the Camphor Lake. As the days passed, the lake was full. Eyes full of clarity, full of wildness.

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Yangtze River Literature and Art, No. 2, 2022

Responsible Editor | Chu Feng

▲Fu Fei |

Fu Fei, a native of Shangrao, Jiangxi, focuses on prose writing in the countryside and natural fields, and has published more than 20 essay collections such as "It's Late in the Mountains", "The Wind Passes Through the Streams", and "The Long Song of the Yuan Lantern". He has won the Sanmao Prose Award, the Hundred Flowers Literature Award, the Chu Jiwang Literature Award, the Jiangxi Provincial Literature and Art Award, and the annual awards of many publications.