Chapter 42 horse story

2000/05/04 Sanlian Life Weekly Author: Lao Le I like horses very much.The most important reason is that I think horses are beautiful.Secondly, it may be because I know many stories about horses.The horse story that impresses me most is called "Wild Horse "Scud"". It tells how a group of hunters in the western United States rounded up a wild horse named "Scud" that ran extremely fast: the hunters tried various methods, endlessly. He chased after him, but every time he was teased by "Scud" like a fool.Later, an old hunter finally caught "Scud" with a trap and a beautiful filly.However, "Scud" broke free from the rope on the way to the field and ran all the way down the cliff.

From various animal stories, I learned that animals are more likely to be tricked by beauty than humans.However, there is also a love story with a head and a tail in "Black Beauty".A black stallion nicknamed "Black Beauty" and his beloved white mare have been separated and reunited several times at the horse fair. The last time they met, he found the white horse in the cart of dead horses. .The horse's love story, though not as intricate as the human's, is enough to trivialize another thread in the novel: the relationship between the "Black Beauty" and her owner.

I discovered the more complex relationship between man and horse in a play called .The little boy in the play sincerely believes that the horse is the incarnation of Christ since childhood.His horse's story, though, is told in a mental institution, after he poked and blinded several nearby horses one stormy night.By the end of the show, everyone, including the psychiatrist who treats the boy, is insane, and the horses are nothing serious except for a few blind eyes. The best looking horse stories are the ones I've seen with my own eyes.On one side of the coastal road in Beidaihe is a lawn, and there is an old man there to solicit horseback riding photo business.Usually, the old man would order the two well-dressed horses to stand on the edge of the lawn closest to the road, posing like a prostitute soliciting customers.The two horses would hide in the woods behind whenever the old man was not looking, but the old man would whip him or throw stones at the horses as soon as he found out.Once the old man took a nap on the chair, and the two horses took the opportunity to hide deep in the woods.When the old man found out, of course he cursed a lot and threw several handfuls of stones.Both horses came back obediently: not only returned to the original location of the "soliciting", but also worked hard to get closer to the road.They haven't moved for a long time.

There is a legend in Arabia that the horse is changed by a gust of southerly wind.I don't know which of these horses I've seen were south winds incarnate.