3 Idioms and allusions-Bole Xiangma
Bole's original name was Sun Yang. He was a native of Qin Mugong in the Spring and Autumn Period, and he was a famous horse-lover, so people called him Bole (the name of the stars in the sky, which is rumored to be in charge of Tianma). On one occasion, Bole passed through Yu Sakan, and when his eyes lit up, he saw a swift horse. But this horse is regarded as a bad horse and used to pull a cart. Bole felt very sad and couldn't help crying. The horse seemed to know that Bole sympathized with it, and he was foaming at the mouth and braying again and again. Bole has a friend named Fang Jiugao, who is also very good at horse-telling. Once, he found a fine horse and told Qin Mugong that it was a yellow mare. Qin Mugong took a look, but it was a chestnut male horse, which made him disappointed. Afterwards, Mu Gong said to Bole, "Fang Jiugao can't even tell the difference between a male horse, a female horse and the coat color. How can he tell the difference between a horse and a horse? Bole didn't think so. He thought Fang Jiugao valued the inner spirit of the horse, not the appearance. After hearing this, Mu Gong took out the horse and examined it carefully. It proved to be the best horse in the world.
People often compare people who have an eye for appreciating talents to Bole, while those who are useful to them are compared to swift horses. This is called "Bo Le Xiang Ma". Idiom allusions-Bole Xiangma
Bole's original name was Sun Yang. He was a native of Qin Mugong in the Spring and Autumn Period, and he was a famous horse-lover, so people called him Bole (the name of the stars in the sky, rumored to be in charge of Tianma). On one occasion, Bole passed through Yu Sakan, and when his eyes lit up, he saw a swift horse. But this horse is regarded as a bad horse and used to pull a cart. Bole felt very sad and couldn't help crying. The horse seemed to know that Bole sympathized with it, and he was foaming at the mouth and braying again and again. Bole has a friend named Fang Jiugao, who is also very good at horse-telling. Once, he found a fine horse and told Qin Mugong that it was a yellow mare. Qin Mugong took a look, but it was a chestnut male horse, which made him disappointed. Afterwards, Mu Gong said to Bole, "Fang Jiugao can't even tell the difference between a male horse, a female horse and the coat color. How can he tell the difference between a horse and a horse? Bole didn't think so. He thought Fang Jiugao valued the inner spirit of the horse, not the appearance. After hearing this, Mu Gong took out the horse and examined it carefully. It proved to be the best horse in the world.
People often compare people who have an eye for appreciating talents to Bole, while those who are useful to them are compared to swift horses. This is called "Bo Le Xiang Ma".
4 "Old Horse" Cang Kejia
Always ask the cart to fill it up, but it doesn't say a word.
The pressure on the back goes into the meat, and it hangs its head heavily!
I don't know the fate of the next moment. It only swallows tears in its heart.
A whip shadow floated in his eyes, and he looked up at the front.
Zhou Tao: Gong Naisi's horse
If you have nothing to talk about, it will be annoying. If you have nothing to say, it will make people feel bored. It is better to listen to quarrels and refresh themselves. It takes passion to quarrel and scold. I found that when writing an article, I was like a horse in a yoke and a pole. I wanted to go to that place with lush water and grass, but I couldn't get rid of the road, let alone the driver's control, so I walked around forever on this boring road. I yearn for the grass, but every time I go, it's always the stable.
I have always been a little biased against people who don't love horses, thinking that it is caused by lack of anger and insensitive to beauty, and this defect is hard to make up. Sometimes when I read biographies, I feel sorry for some great people who refer to themselves as cows or camels. They must have never seen a real horse.
In my eyes, cows are always a bit of a symbol of backwardness, and they look like poor know life. This is probably due to the physiological disgust caused by the excessive promotion of the spirit of "old ox". Camels are freaks in the desert. In order to adapt to the harsh environment, they transform themselves into such ugly deformities. As for the donkey, at most, he is a clown with black humor, which is difficult to use. Their characteristics and appearance clearly indicate the conquest of animals by human beings and the surrender of life to 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 a donkey in heat bound in a car cover, I feel a kind of sadness and pity.
Isn't the "old horse" written by Cang Kejia, a fine horse and poet, lying under a salt cart, sad? But different. There is an injustice in that sadness, which is not found in other animals. In the south, I have seen a short horse, which looks a little funny, but it's not its fault. Since orange trees have their own soil, horses certainly have their hometown. Since ancient times, a good horse has given birth to the north. In Yili and Gongnaisi Prairie, the horse, as a stunner between heaven and earth, shows all its charm.
it was in 197, when I received "re-education" on a farm, and I first touched the cold, ugly and cold living entity. The abnormal political atmosphere is like a dark cloud, which makes people feel unbearable. 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 fine horses rolling in their throats, and galloped away in the snow in the wilderness on winter nights.
The sky is dark and the snow is blurred, but the horse won't run into the Gongnaisi River. On the right side of the snowfield is the Gongnaisi River, which forms a steep and irregular soil wall along the river. Bare-backed horses carried us on our knees lightly in the snow field at the top of the earth wall, snorting, rattling their hooves, and finally ran wildly. With the horse running, ups and downs, jumping and breathing, our mood becomes cheerful and relaxed. How happy it is to feel the kindness of freedom and the ability to control one's own destiny on a bumpy horse back when depression disappears and exhilaration rises, whistling and shouting in the open snow field! We laughed happily, fell off the horse's back, and lay in the Zita Law, still laughing uncontrollably until tears came out of our eyes ...
At this moment, the two lovely bare-backed horses stopped slowly nearby, hung their necks, and looked guilty and wanted to say "I'm sorry". Their gentle eyes seem to be full of pity and complaints, and they are a little surprised, and they can't understand what happened to us two. I patted the horse's neck and stroked its nose and lips for a while. It understood, shook its mane like a doubt, and followed us slowly back. Along the way, we talked about horses, smelled the hot horse sweat behind us and the fresh 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 is not available to clumsy animals. In the later days of Gong Naisi, observing horses gradually became an artistic enjoyment for me.
I like to watch a herd of horses. It is a family of horses wandering in the summer pasture, scattered and orderly, and the leader is a stallion that can be seen at a glance. It is the soul of the horses, and as the leader of this group of horses, it deserves it, because it is really unparalleled in strength and beauty. He is tall and well-proportioned, and his coat is shiny. The most obvious feature is that his neck is covered with long manes that hang down to the ground, some of which are thick black, and he is full of strength and majesty. Some are golden red, burning with flame-like brilliance. It manages and protects this group of mares and naughty foals with long legs and short bodies, and maintains the dignity of father's love in its eyes.
in this social structure of horses, the position of leader is established by the strong in competition. Any horse can compete. By chasing, biting and fighting, the strongest horse becomes the recognized leader. In order to ensure that the breed of these horses will not degenerate, it is impossible to "designate", to see who has a good relationship with the stallion, and to take over by blood relationship.
The law of survival competition makes all living things take survival as their first consciousness, but people sometimes forget it, causing many misunderstandings.
alas, the sky is like a vault, and the cage covers four fields. During those days in Gongnaisi grassland, I was isolated from the world, and
my life was monotonous; People are wary of each other, for fear of losing a word and suffering from disaster, and their hearts are lonely. There is only one pleasure, watching horses. Fortunately, Maduo in Gongnaisi grassland is not like books can be burned, paintings can be banned, knowledge can be trampled on, and Ma Zong will not be deported, right? In this way, I found the poetic rhyme of running from the world of horses. The vast grassland like oil painting, the group sculptures standing in the wasteland in the setting sun, the good articles scattered on the hillside during the large-scale transition, the overnight horse classics by the flaming bonfire, the long and dumb Long song in the yurt unfolding in the desolate screams of the fierce horses, the drunken young Kazakh galloping in the chase of the dogs and flogging the fierce dogs, all of which made me suddenly feel the immortal grandeur of life and the * hidden in our hearts at that time. Everything that was cancelled at that time, you gave it back to me! Even today, when I hear the powerful sound of horseshoes stepping on the earth, I will still be restless in the house, always wanting to go out and see what kind of horse is passing by. Moreover, I still can't hear Ma Si. As soon as I heard the sonorous voice like a bronze horn and the desolate voice like an eagle crow, my blood surged and my eyes filled with tears. Many soldiers went to the ancient battlefield, and the tragic generosity of "the wind is rustling and the water is cold".
I was once caught in a sudden and violent rainstorm in Gongnaisi grassland in summer. The rain came so fast that the lone eagle hovering leisurely in the clear sky could not escape and was shot down. The foot of the rain was so fierce that it could instantly turn Yuan Ye covered with grass into smoke and dust. Just under the heavy rain, I saw the most magnificent horses running. It seems that the horses scattered in all the valleys have been rushed here. Boy, they were whipped by the whip of the rainstorm, threatened by the low angry thunder, and excited by the lightning that suddenly disappeared into the earth. Horses, the restless beasts, came out from countless taniguchi and hillside, and mountain torrents came together on this Yuan Ye. Small groups merged into large groups, and the large groups expanded in the movement, becoming a clamor, chaos and chaos. Scrambling, crowding round, long hair, incisively and vividly! Some frantically run forward, like a group of sharp soldiers, to step on the lightning; Some run back and forth, just like generals who are not afraid of danger 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 the rushing river.
The majestic hooves beat drums on the earth, and the sad and vigorous screams and shouts collided and splashed in the crowded space, drawing irregular curves, twisting and entangled the rain net all over the sky, and interwoven with the sound of snow and rain to form a thrilling stage. And all this has to be shown in the rapid movement. After a few minutes, the horses disappear, the rainstorm stops, and you can't see it anymore.
I stood there for a long time, stupefied, insane and in a daze. I have seen, seen, the rare wonders in the world, the irreplaceable great horses, the reappearance of the ancient battlefield, the resurrected sculptures and oil paintings accompanied by this symphony! I keep in mind what I have seen in these few minutes, and I believe that what it has given me will benefit me all my life ... < P > This is the case with horses, which are bold and powerful but not frightening, and have no violent appearance; It is graceful and submissive but not bullied at will, and it is not cowardly. I am afraid it is not too much to say that it is a symbol of enterprising spirit, an embodiment of lofty feelings, and a clever combination of strength and beauty. Turgenev once said in his manor that Tolstoy "probably when did you become a horse", because Tolstoy not only loved and wrote about horses, but also firmly believed that "this horse can think and has feelings". They are often cast into bronze statues together with those great figures and national heroes in history and stand in the most eye-catching places.
In the past, I thought that only Silent Don was an epic of horses. After I left Gongnaisi, I didn't see it that way. Gong Naisi's horse, these ancients called