Good words, sentences and paragraphs about horses.

I found that when writing an article, I was like a horse with a yoke and a pole. I want to go to that place with abundant water and grass, but I can't get rid of the control of the road and the driver, and I will walk up and down this boring road forever.

I yearn for the grass, but every time I go, I always go to the stables.

I have always been a little biased against people who don't love horses, thinking that it is caused by lack of gas and insensitivity to beauty. This defect is difficult to make up. Sometimes when I read biographies, I feel sorry for some great men who call themselves cows or camels. They must have never seen a real horse.

In my eyes, cows are always a symbol of backwardness, and they look poor and understand life. This is probably due to the physiological disgust caused by excessive worship of the spirit of "old ox". Camels are monsters in the desert. In order to adapt to the harsh environment, they transformed themselves into such ugly deformities. As for the donkey, at most it is a clown with black humor, which is difficult to use. Their characteristics and looks clearly show that human beings have conquered animals and surrendered to the lives of the strong, so I don't like them. They do not appear as human friends, but as prisoners and servants. Sometimes, when I see a child whipping a cow, a tall camel kneeling in front of a woman, and an estrus donkey tied in the hood to show its teeth, I feel a kind of sadness and pity.

Isn't "Old Horse" written by Cang Kejia, a good horse poet lying under a salt cart, also very sad? But it's different. There is an injustice in that kind of sadness that no other animal has. In the south, I saw a pony. It looked a little funny, but it wasn't its fault. Since citrus reticulata has its own soil, horses certainly have their own hometown. Since ancient times, a good horse has been produced in the north of Saibei. In Yili and Gongnaisi Prairie, the horse, as a stunner between heaven and earth, has shown all its charm.

It was 1970, and I was "re-educated" on a farm. The first time I touched a cold, ugly, cold life. The abnormal political climate is like a dark cloud, which makes people feel unbearable. The intensity of physical labor can't hurt my love for life, but mental depression may destroy my faith.

Finally, one night, I got up with a staff sergeant named "Miki Sayaka" with an ancient Greek face, sneaked into the stable, untied two good horses rolling in their throats, and galloped away in the snow in the wilderness on winter nights. It's dark and the snow is blurred, but the horse won't run into the Gonnes River. On the right side of the snowfield is the Gongnaisi River, which forms a steep and irregular earth wall along the river. Bare-backed horses carried us at a brisk trot in the snow at the top of the earth wall, snorting, rattling their hooves and finally running. With the galloping, ups and downs, jumping and breathing of the horse, our mood becomes cheerful, stretched and depressed, we stand up in high spirits, roar in the open snow, and feel the kindness of freedom and the ability to control our own destiny on the bumpy horseback. How happy and comfortable it is! We laughed so happily that we fell off the horse and lay in the Zita Law, laughing till tears came out. ...

At this time, the two lovely bare-backed horses have stopped slowly nearby, hanging their necks and wanting to say "I'm sorry" with a guilty face. Their gentle eyes seem to be full of pity and complaints, and they are a little surprised, wondering what happened to us. I patted the horse's neck and stroked its nose and lips for a while. It understood, shook its mane like suspicion, and followed us slowly back. Along the way, we talked about horses, smelled the hot horse sweat behind us and the fresh and pungent smell around us, and felt as if we were not walking on the snowy field on a winter night.

Horses can give people courage and fantasy, which are not possessed by clumsy animals. In Gong Naisi's later period, observing horses gradually became an artistic enjoyment for me.

I like to watch a herd of horses. It was a group of horses wandering in the summer pasture, scattered and orderly. A leader is a stallion that can be seen at a glance. It is the soul of the group. As the leader of this group of horses, he is well-deserved, because he is really powerful, beautiful, well-proportioned and tall, and his coat is shiny. The most obvious feature is that its neck is long and drooping, and some are thick and black, full of strength and majesty. Some are golden red, burning with flame-like luster; It manages and protects this group of mares and naughty ponies with long legs and short legs, and maintains the dignity of fatherly love in its eyes.

In this social structure of horses, the position of leaders is established by the strong in competition. Any horse can compete in a group. By chasing, biting and fighting, the strongest horse can become a recognized leader. In order to ensure that the breed of this group of horses will not degenerate, we can't "specify" it, and we can't see who has a good relationship with the stallion, let alone take over by blood.

The law of survival competition makes all living things take survival as their first consciousness, but people sometimes forget this and cause many misunderstandings.

Alas, the sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. During those days in Gongnaisi grassland, I was isolated from the world and lived a monotonous life. People should be wary of each other, lest they should slip up, be devastated and feel lonely inside. There is only one kind of fun, watching horses. Fortunately, Maduo in Gonnes Grassland is not like books to burn, paintings to be banned, and knowledge to be trampled on. Ma Zong will not be deported, will he? In this way, I found the poetry of Mercedes-Benz from the world of horses, the oil paintings on the vast grassland, the group sculptures standing in the wilderness at sunset, the good articles scattered on the hillside during the large-scale transition, and the all-night horse classics beside the blazing bonfire. In the yurt, Long song, long and dreary, spread out in the desolate screams of fierce horses. Drunk young Kazakhs galloped in the chase of dogs and flogged fierce dogs, which suddenly made me feel the immortal magnificence of life and the melancholy hidden in our hearts at that time. ...

Oh, what a complete world Gongnaisi's horse gave me! Give me back everything that was cancelled at that time! Even today, when I hear the clanging sound of horseshoes, I still fidget in the house and always want to go out and see what kind of horses are passing by. I still can't hear Ma Si. On hearing the sonorous sound like a copper horn and the desolate sound like an eagle crow, my blood surged and tears filled my eyes. Many soldiers went to the ancient battlefield, and the tragic generosity of "the wind is rustling, Shui Han".

Once, I was caught in a rainstorm in Gongnaisi grassland in summer. The rain came too fast, and the lone eagle hovering leisurely in the clear sky was shot down before it could escape, and the foot of the rain was fierce, and the grassy vilen could be turned into smoke in an instant. Just under the heavy rain, I saw the most gorgeous horse running. Horses scattered in various valleys seem to have been driven here. Boy, they were whipped by the whip of the rainstorm, threatened by the low thunder, and excited by the lightning that suddenly disappeared into the earth. Horses, this restless animal spirit gushed from countless valleys and hillsides, and mountain torrents gathered in this Yuan Ye. Small groups merge into large groups, and large groups swell in the movement and become a noisy, chaotic and fast-moving group charge! Scrambling, crowding round, long hair, incisively and vividly! Some run madly forward, like a group of sharp soldiers, to step on lightning; Some run back and forth, just like generals who are fearless and clean up the mess; The pony followed the mare seriously and nervously, no longer naughty and playful, but suddenly became a lot more sophisticated; The shepherd was wrapped in the uncontrollable tide, shouting, but there was no sound, shouting like a small stone falling into a rushing river.

The majestic hooves beat drums on the earth, and the tragic screams and shouts collided and splashed in the crowded space, drawing irregular curves, winding around the rain net all over the sky, intertwined with the thunder and rain, forming a thrilling stage. And all this should be shown in the fast movement. After a few minutes, the horses disappeared, the rainstorm stopped, and you could never see it again. I stood there for a long time, stupefied, insane and in a daze. I saw, saw, rare wonders in the world, irreplaceable horses, the reappearance of ancient battlefields, sculptures and oil paintings revived with this symphony! I remember in my mind what I saw in these few minutes, and I believe that everything it gave me will benefit me for life. ...

The horse is like this, it is unrestrained but not scary, not cruel; It is elegant and obedient, but it is not bullying at will, nor is it cowardly. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a symbol of enterprising spirit, a manifestation of lofty feelings, and a clever combination of strength and beauty. Turgenev once said in His Manor that Tolstoy "probably became a horse" because Tolstoy not only loved and wrote about horses, but also firmly believed that "this horse can think and have feelings". They are often cast into bronze statues with great figures and national heroes in history and stand in the most eye-catching places.

In the past, I only thought that Silent Tang was the epic of horses. After I left Gongnaisi, I didn't see it that way. Gong Naisi's horse was called the heroic descendant of Gigi and Blood Horse by the ancients. It was made at sunrise and rested at sunset. It seems that they are always so sloppy and expecting, so primitive and emotional, so meticulously carved, so that they can go their own way without being eliminated by the world. Genghis Khan's iron horse as an arm has disappeared, and the six-stick carriage as a means of transportation has been eliminated, but the horse will not be replaced by anything new, it has its value.

Cattle have changed from pulling carts to eating, which is still practical; Donkeys and camels will become exhibits in the zoo, because they will only become rarer and rarer; Horses and vehicles just replaced it and liberated it in a practical sense. It has just begun to evolve from a practical object to a work of art.

We are proud of having good horses in China. From the Terracotta Warriors of Qin Shihuang to the six horses of Emperor Taizong, from the wonderful idea of riding swallows to the wonderful legend of blood horses in Dawan, from the red rabbit horse in Guan Yunchang to the Long March mount of Commander-in-Chief Zhu De ... Throughout the history of horses, we will find that it is closely related to the history of our nation. No wonder horses, warriors and heroes are closely related by blood. How many magnificent images have been created by mutual interaction and complementary temperament? Even if one day the horse finally leaves the glorious cause of fighting, people will always find the charm and heritage of the horse from the soldiers. How many stories about horses do we have? We are a people who love horses very much. So far, just as all our fine traditions have been handed down like the water of the Yellow River, so have the bones, muscles, veins, charm and spirit of our famous horses. That "dragon horse spirit" lies in Gong Naisi's horse-

This Sergio Maffettone is unusual,

Gong Xing is the home star;

Knock on thin bones forward,

Jude has a brass tone.

I think, even if I have been stubbornly biased against people who don't love horses, I am afraid I can be forgiven.

The noblest conquest that mankind has ever achieved is to conquer this heroic and wild animal-horse: it shares the labor of the battlefield with people and the glory of fighting; Like its owner, it has a fearless spirit, and it is generous in the face of crisis; It is used to hearing the sound of weapons fighting, loving it, pursuing it, and being inspired by the same excitement as its owner; It is also very happy with its owner: when shooting, performing martial arts and running, it is also full of energy and swagger. However, it is no less docile than brave. It doesn't show its ferocity at all. It knows how to restrain its movements: it not only succumbs to the driver's control, but also seems to observe the driver's color. It always stops suddenly and slowly according to the impression from the owner's expression, and all its actions are just to satisfy the owner's wishes. This is naturally an animal that gives up itself and obeys the wishes of others. It even caters to the wishes of others. It expresses and carries out the wishes of others promptly and accurately. It can feel as much as people want it to feel, and what it shows is always in the right degree. Because it contributes itself unreservedly and does not refuse any mission, it tries its best to serve others, even beyond its own strength, and even gives up its life for better obedience.

Most importantly, it is a horse whose talent has been developed, whose natural quality has been artificially improved, and a horse that was raised in the early years and later trained for others to control. Its education begins with losing freedom and ends with accepting bondage. The enslavement or domestication of such animals has been so common and long that when we see them, we are rarely in a natural state. They often wear saddles at work; People never let go of their fetters, even at rest; If people occasionally let them walk freely in the pasture, they always bear the marks of slavery, and often bear the cruel marks given by labor and pain: their mouths are deformed by their armor, their ventral sides are scarred or scratched by spurs, and their hooves are pierced by nails. Their postures are unnatural, which is a sign left by their habitual fetters: it is futile to get rid of fetters now, and they will never appear more free and lively because of it. It is the horses that are in the most harmonious slavery, the horses that are fed and worshipped just to show off and show off, and the horses that wear gold chains are not to decorate themselves, but to satisfy the vanity of their owners. Their foreheads are covered with gorgeous locks of hair, and their necks are braided with thin braids, covered with silk and brocade carpets. All this is more insulting to the horse than the horseshoe at its foot.

Nature is more beautiful than artificial; For animals, free movement constitutes a beautiful nature. Look at the horses that breed and live freely all over South America: they walk, they run, they prance, they are unrestrained, unrestrained; They are proud of being free, and they avoid interacting with others; They disdain to be taken care of, and they can find suitable food by themselves; They wander and jump freely on the endless grassland, eating fresh products provided by the climate with four seasons like spring; They have neither a certain shelter nor any shelter except the mysterious sky, so they breathe fresh air, which is much purer than the air in the dome palace where we have compressed the space they should occupy and imprison, so those wild horses are far stronger, lighter and more energetic than most of them. They have the beauty endowed by nature, that is, abundant energy and noble spirit, while all domestic horses can only be endowed by manpower, that is, skill and charm.

The nature of this animal is by no means fierce, they are just brave and wild. Although they are stronger than most animals, they never attack other animals; If they are attacked by other animals, they are too lazy to fight with each other, just drive them away or trample them to death. They also walk in groups, and the reason why they get together is purely for the happiness of living in groups. Because they are fearless, they don't need to unite to resist aggression, but they are attached to each other and reluctant to part. Because vegetation has enough food for them, because they have enough food to satisfy their appetite, and because they are not interested in animal meat, they will never fight with other animals, nor will they fight with each other, let alone compete for each other's means of subsistence. They never chase a small animal or rob the same kind of things, and this kind of incident is the root of other carnivores' usual fighting with each other: so horses always live in peace, because their desires are ordinary and simple, and they have enough living resources to avoid being jealous of each other.

Among all animals, the horse is tall, and all parts of its body are the most symmetrical and beautiful; Because, if we compare it with animals one level higher or lower than it, we will find that the donkey is too ugly, the lion's head is too big, the calf is too thin and too short, which is out of proportion to its heavy body, the camel is deformed, and the largest animals, such as rhinoceros and elephant, can be said to be just unformed meatballs. Excessive jaw elongation is the main difference between animal head and human head, and it is also the most humble symbol of all animals; However, although the jawbone of a horse is very long, it doesn't look like a donkey, but like an ox. On the contrary, although its head proportion is neat, it gives it a light appearance, which just complements the aesthetic feeling of the neck. As soon as the horse looks up, it seems that he wants to surpass his position as a quadruped. With such a noble gesture, it looks at people face to face. Its eyes are sparkling and honest; Its ears are also very good, neither too big nor too small, unlike the ears of cows that are too short and donkeys that are too long. Its mane just lines its head and adorns its neck, giving it a strong and heroic appearance; Its drooping and lush tail covers and beautifully ends the end of its body: ponytails are very different from the short tails of deer and elephants. The bald tails of donkeys, camels and rhinoceroses are made of thick and long manes, as if these manes grow directly from the buttocks, because the small meat piles with manes are very short. It can't tilt its tail like a lion. Although its tail hangs down, it suits it well. Because it can make its tail swing to both sides, it can effectively drive away flies with its tail, which makes it very upset, because its skin is very strong and covered with thick short hair, but it is still very sensitive.