The sky is like a giant heaven gate. When the door closed, the whole grassland was shrouded in darkness. A turbid airflow stirred over the grassland, turning up black waves, and cold demons appeared from time to time in the wave peaks.
Suddenly, a burst of drums rolled out from the cracks in the ground, and the dull voice echoed with the dark horror. A flash of fire, like escaping from a gap in Tianmen, cut through the darkness of the grassland.
It's burning, it's burning, and it's on fire from the actress.
The fire reflected the bulging chest muscles of several stout young people and the silvery white beard of the old Lama.
The solemn face shows infinite piety.
There was another crude and rude cry, and Bahati closed his eyes painfully. Ma neigh? ! Is that the leading horse in the stable whining? ! Is that arrogant black horse whining? !
Contrary to the prayers of the old Lama, the heavy snow finally swept in with hail and strong wind.
The horses were in a commotion, rubbing their buttocks, swinging their hooves or holding their heads high and hissing.
With the heavy snow and strong wind, the hail is getting bigger and bigger, and people hear Ma Si again and again in the chaos. The horse was frightened and circled in the enclosure, and the horseshoe rang like a muffled thunder on the grassland. The thunder is getting louder and louder, like a boiling sea. Finally, the overlapping waves of the sea rolled up and rushed out of the dam. ……
The horse attacked the group of people. It took people a long time to react.
Zaka jumped on his snow mane horse first, raised the arm of the fierce horse that he had tamed many times, and caught up with the dark horse. Several harness experts also chased after them with long harnesses.
Black steed, black steed dragging its long mane, like a sharp black arrow cutting through the snow, galloping towards the vast and dark grassland.
The heavy snow with hail made Uncle Zaka's face and body ache, while the cold of the wasteland was more like a little wolf, biting his aging body. Uncle Zaka's heart trembled violently. It was also such a day, such a storm and heavy snow, and the lonely horse thief was frozen in the snow. How so similar, is it God's punishment?
Holy mother, holy mother, you are quick to expel the darkness from your heart and calm this vast and turbulent sea of suffering!
Uncle Zaka prayed painfully, but suddenly he saw a flash of red light around him, tearing the black curtain and the rising snowflake covering his eyes.
Rub your eyes. Flame? Did Uto, the goddess of Vulcan, give the flame? Don't! Don't! The flame gradually turned into a blood-red horse, a horse from a horse thief. Yes! It's a red-maned horse left by a horse thief. Bahati, the son of the horse thief, rode it proudly. Stop lying! Thief, you are actually very lonely. You pretend to be indifferent, but in fact, your pulse is the same as your father's.
Ah! Horse thief! I can't let your son make the same mistake as you. I want to wash away my guilty conscience accumulated in my heart for more than ten years.
Uncle Zaka tried his best to catch up with Bahati with his snow mane horse.
"Go home, thief, do you want to go to the dead end of your son of a bitch?" Why can't you be gentle? It's an old problem in my heart.
1 of "pa", although the wind is very strong, but still can clearly hear this soup.
Uncle Zaka slowly froze his stiff face and suddenly burst into a long whip print, and blood oozed from his eyes. What a cruel thief. Staring at the glare as big as two bells, it emits purple light in the dark. What a thief. Tears suddenly welled up in Uncle Zaka's muddy eyes.
It's no use, you have tamed the arms of countless fierce horses, and you are so powerless to tremble.
The whole body gradually became numb because of the pain. A few veteran horses, looking at the vast dark grassland in despair, looked at the rushing dark horses, succumbed to the arrogance of snow and snow in the boundless dark universe in shame, and burst into tears. They shook their stiff bodies and saw their revered uncle Zaka's horse head clutching the red mane horse of the horse thief they hated, and still sprinted to the depths of the horses. The darkness opened a demonic greedy mouth and swallowed up the thief and uncle Zaka.
Bahati couldn't hear the voices of several jockeys. He felt proud and a strong sense of loneliness squeezed towards him.
Catch up with the horse, trap the horse, the arrogant and fierce black horse.
Raise the long mane that flutters like black satin, and the hooves roll up chunks of snow. With the irresistible force of the black arrow, break the thick snow wall, destroy the raging hurricane and rush forward. This is a mockery of the boundless darkness, and this is the struggle of a weak life against the vast universe. Ah! Dark horse, violent dark horse!
Bahati's hand holding the harness was so cold that he lost consciousness and could not feel the heavy hail hitting it. The whole body was stuffed with snow, even his ears were blocked by snow. The heat in his body dissipated desperately, which quickly melted the snow on his body. Cold and arrogance attacked him and gradually covered him with a thin layer of ice.
Cold, in addition to the wanton coagulation of blood, but also like a dog devouring the sun, Vulcan Uto is blowing the flame of the sun with her beautiful mouth.
The red light is like the sad voice of Arya's mother coming from a distant place. No, it's not far. Just in front of the tent, in the snowstorm, my mother's thin body trembled alone, and the crying like "Where are you going" was so tragic that it hit his heart hard. As soon as I cut my hand, I watched the hopes of hundreds of shepherds vanish, watched the dying flame, watched the black arrow fly away into the darkness forever, and my blood was boiling, and the fiery power was overflowing. The curse of loneliness and barbarism in the past condensed into a strong thought. A horse with a vicious whip and a red mane, a horse thief and a left thief and a wretched red mane horse. People's eyes of hesitation, panic, fear, emotion, ridicule and disgust passed by him. He was surprised to find that the price of life could exist in this high-speed movement. He felt carefree and sad as never before.
Fuoco! The arrival of the Virgin Uto gives people light and the fire of life, and the red color covers the whole eyes. Is the burning blood beating the red flame like this? The red blood is burning, and the burning heart is so uncomfortable! -although licking the lips that are about to crack, supporting the stiff body.
It's also a terrible red mane horse, shaking from time to time. The tail that quivered slightly in the dark snow turned into rows of thin and sharp spikes, peeling off the chest and biting the broken heart.
A gust of wind swept through with snow disease, as if to throw Uncle Zaka off his horse. Uncle Zaka had to bend down and lie on the horse's back, only feeling the hard crackling sound from his waist, which made Uncle Zaka even more miserable. It seems that the horse thief appeared in front of us again, with his cold face, hard lips and burning eyes, and his last sigh when he was taken away.
The flame is beating uneasily again, reflecting the wretched man in The Horse Thief, who is generally handsome, generally brave, generally stubborn and generally lonely.
Who is lonelier? The horse thief saved his life, and for the sake of his reputation among herders, he was so cruel that he didn't even take care of the widow and orphan of the horse thief.
Vomiting Crimson Lotus salamander has been licking the most painful part of his heart. I wonder if the thief knows. ……
So tired! Bahati has chased into the horses, and the infinite space has suppressed his loneliness. What's more, the storm and blizzard added extreme terror to the boundless darkness in Yuan Ye.
My eyes are so heavy that I can't tell Qingyuan Mountain. The snow seems to be much smaller, the wind is still whistling and the horses are still running.
Catch the dark horse and recover the horse that is about to separate! Why do you work so hard? People laugh at you, curse you, isolate you and despise you because you are the son of a horse thief? ……
Shiny gold ... turning and talking ... melancholy glance ... shrill scream ... ah! Aria, mom. Bahati tried to capture her last look: the same loneliness, the same sadness. ……
"Hit her, hit this horse thief!" A heavy punch on the mother's shoulder, the second punch, deliberately hit her elastic breasts. Give a dissolute laugh.
A red-hot face, a body full of blood, and the restless soul of a horse thief are generated in the roar of a thief. Protect your mother and maintain your self-esteem. From barbarism to barbarism, from ignorance to ignorance ...
Bahati grabbed the horse's mane and hung its head down. He seems to feel that all the cells in his body are freezing to death. Experienced people know that this is the most dangerous sign. If you don't persist, you will faint, and as a result, you will freeze to death in this world of ice and snow.
At the coldest moment of the night, although the wind is breathing, the heavy snow has exerted its power and the dawn is coming.
Bach's arms drooped when he lifted the harness. Suddenly, Bahati's numb face was hit hard, and Bahati's soul who retreated into the atrium was suddenly surprised. He struggled to get himself up, only to feel that the blood vessels around him seemed to be torn in an instant. Bahati's eyes were black with fear, and golden flowers flew about.
"Son of a bitch, you thief, cheer up, or you will freeze to death." An old and stern voice numbed the eardrum.
Staring at the muddy eyes, my beard was frozen into a whole piece. In the morning, a wrinkled face, hot red meat cut by hail ice, cracked lips when I spoke. Uncle Zaka? ! Uncle Zaka! !
The thief's dying heart was ignited by the fire of the Virgin Uto, and the blood retreating into the atrium boiled again. Through dying blood vessels.
No one speaks any more, but conveys his heart with his eyes.
The noise of the world is left behind. The gates of heaven gradually opened, giving off the light of dawn.
What worldly self-esteem, worship and curse seem to have been purified by crystal clear ice and snow. What exists in my mind is: chasing horses! Bring the horse back! Find the dark horse!
However, cold and heavy snow have slowly plundered the essence of Zaka's life. At this time, spiritual communication seems particularly active-?
Zaka: The door of heaven is quietly opening. ..... wants me to go to heaven. You must hold on, go back alive, and show them how the wretchedness in that horse thief brought their horses back without losing them. ?
Bharti: You must live. You are a respected elder of the herdsmen and an uncle who comforts me when I am lonely. You have to live. ?
Zaka: alas! I really don't want to go to heaven! I'm really afraid of meeting your dad in The Horse Thief! I dare not think of him, nor dare I see him. Huh? Fire! The fire of the Virgin Uto, red, enlarged in my pupil, which was really scary-the eyes of the horse thief stared at me in the fire, and the sad face of Aria. An oil lamp, a lamp burning oil, a faint flame, jump a few times, jump a few times, see? It finally went out ...?
Zaka: I see it! The black horse is galloping. The black satin mane is so long and powerful! So strong! Bump big chunks of tendon, shining with oily black light. The rising snow clouds surrounded its whole body.
Zaka's snow mane horse is still running, but his body is slowly lying on the back of the horse.
At the last moment when he closed his eyes, he saw a piece of white snow, and a red flame was slowly overlapping with a black whirlwind. ?
The dark horse jumped wildly and the demonstrators stood up. Marceau put his neck around it, and it ran wildly and struggled wildly among the horses.
All right! Dark horse, brave horse, violent horse, arrogant horse, majestic horse. Beat him and run into the vast prairie!
All right! Thief baby, brave thief baby, violent thief baby, arrogant thief baby, majestic thief baby, defeat it and break the shackles of fate!
Stiff arm, condensed into all strength.
The red-maned horse is smooth, and people are still there. Grab the seat belt. You run! Black steed! As long as the skeleton has not been dragged away, you will always be in the hands of thieves and beggars.
The vast white snow flies in both directions. Want to catch my breath, a mouthful of snow choked in my mouth, and the snow stuffed in my nostrils has condensed into ice, so I can't breathe. Blood vessels are bursting, and bones and joints make a "squeak" sound that only he can feel.
Several pieces of frozen borneol split and plunged into his stiff tendon.
I can't tell the difference between heaven and earth, only pure white in my eyes.
A long red blood band passed through where the thief was dragged.
Hundreds of horses stopped running.
The whole grassland stopped breathing.
The whole world stopped turning.
A still picture, a shocking scene. A snowman wrapped in snow and ice pulled his harness, struggled to get up, staggered for several steps, and dragged his rags, which were as heavy as armor, frozen with a layer of ice, spread his legs, got up by himself, and soared into the air ... white snow ... rushed to the sea of clouds on the horizon ... blue sky ... the hazy light of the sun. ...
The dark horse man stood up, dragging two long overlapping shadows in the snow.
Or, slightly trembling tight tendons; Despite this, blood vessels are suppressed to the point of violence. Everything is still!
Finally, at this moment of near destruction, generate let out a long, sharp scream.
Black steed! Black steed! !
The mountains trembled, the wasteland trembled and the white waves rolled.
Written in February 1986