MTL - Qinglian Chronicles-Chapter 76 Philosophical thinking on the fireplace

What position does the horse occupy in this world? I think that except for me, this question will definitely be thought of very little.

Humans don't think about it, the horses pulling the mills probably don't have much time to think about it. But I, from a very young age, I was thinking about this problem.

I am fortunate. Just like human beings were born in Zhumen, the blood of the horse is also very important. It is even more important than human beings. Although most people have decided most of them, there are still opportunities to fight for it. Horse, bloodline has decided all, fast and unhappy, can run, speed, strength, endurance, this is everything.

I am very fortunate that the bloodlines of my parents are the most expensive in the horse, and my sweat is red and bloody.

When I was young, I lived in a large ranch. At that time, I didn't know that there was a Central Plains. I didn't know where my place was called the Western Region. I don't know that human beings are the masters of this world. I thought the center of the world was in the Western Region. Just in this ranch, it is at my feet, it is me.

There are many people in this ranch, and there are many horses. When I was a little pony, I lived alone in a special circle with my mother. I have never seen my father because it was borrowed from the outside.

Our treatment is different from other horses. At that time, my only thing was to eat the most beautiful grass. When I was free, I sprinkled the hooves and looked at the white clouds that sometimes floated in the sky and sometimes drifted slowly. The butterfly stopped on the blue flowers of the grass, and I suddenly rushed over to scare it away. At that time, I thought that the human beings who came and went were just to open the circle for us and send the forage.

This kind of life slowly changed as my body began to grow into an adult male, although I did not really adult at the time.

My mother didn't know if she was sold or gave it to a nobleman. I was with the big team, but I still received preferential treatment. The first horse was very alert to me at first, and then it would be fine. Although it is very disturbing to leave the mother, this is the fate of all living things.

I found some friends who are close to me. They are mostly thinner than me, but they don't prevent us from running from the front of the team to the back, running back to the front, mischievously scaring the old mare and the temper and the hummer. .

My best partner is a reddish little stallion. I was born almost at the same time. I was much slower than me. It was very young when my mother was gone. For a while, we were almost inseparable. My thinking about life begins with its experience.

When the little stallion is over one year old, because he wants to be estrus, he has to start to face a matter of convenience for human beings, but it is very harsh for the individual horse: except for the stalled horses, the rest The stallion must be taken off. Hummer is docile and will not have the temper and troubles of estrus.

Of course, there is no such problem in my blood, but my friend has no such good luck. I witnessed the day, the uneasiness of everyone, the painful screams of my friends, and the bloodlessness of the air. . I am anxious in the circle, but I can't get out of the circle, can't change anything... My friend has become another one that is different from me and Hummer, and the one that falls to the lowest in the group. Class of monsters...

That is the first time I know what it means to be powerless. For the first time, I understand that human beings are much more powerful than us. They are the masters of this world. We are just affiliates and tools under them.

From that day on, I stopped watching the clouds, no longer chasing butterflies, no more pranks, and slowly turned into a bad-tempered horse, slowly growing into adulthood, kicking through many fences, kicking and hurting many people. Even those of my kind who endure silently, I feel very annoying, people and horses are gradually moving around me.

They call me "the horse."

On the day of my saddle, it was a big event for the entire racecourse. Those people were both excited and cautious, as if they were enemies.

The saddles, cymbals and hoes were suddenly loaded onto me, very uncomfortable. I was uncomfortably squatting, slamming the ground, threatening these nasty humans, trying to kick anything close to me. The rider is a well-known hand, he is smart. Jumping to my back, I started running again and again, and the forefoot was upright, but I could not drop him.

His legs clenched me tightly, the Spurs pierced my abdomen, the blood rushed out, and my nose and mouth were also pulled by the reins. Never hurt so much.

I am angry. Make all the tricks and use all your strength.

Eventually I failed.

It turns out that human beings are really more powerful creatures than us.

When the rider came down from my back, the road was not stable. He said loudly: "I have never seen such a horse. My sweat is three layers of clothes." People burst into cheers, congratulations on his tamer. Ma career is perfect without a failure record.

There was a special bonfire party that night. People shouted and sang and danced around the fire. The girls sneaked into the secluded place. I stayed alone in the corner without light, and felt the tingling of the wound alone. I still remember the sound of the flies screaming around my wound that night, no matter how I used my tail to catch up.

Later, I was dedicated to the king.

The king is the one who is above everyone. It is said to be more important than the horse. If I want to, I can be a horse, but I will never be a king.

I am still known for my bad temper, or people and horses are far away from me, and then the king came to see me, he is an old man, probably very mighty when he was young, but now he is weak, which is of course unimaginable in the horse: If a horse is old, it will be ousted by another young stallion.

The king’s laughter was very loud. No matter how much objections the courtiers opposed, he must personally tame me. He said, “If you can’t ride a horse, what is the meaning of living?”

So he climbed onto my back, and I jumped a few times in a pretentious manner, and then I was embarrassed. The king climbed down in surprise, and there was another burst of cheers, more intense than the last time.

I am very polite to the king, but anyone else will be bitten and kicked when I am close to me. The temper is getting more and more violent. The king is happy with this. I think that I know the true child, and I am loyal to my master’s horse. More important than his daughter than his kingdom. I lived in a gorgeous room, slept on brocades and felts, ate the best herbivores, and no horse was higher than me.

At that time, I thought, what the owner is, it doesn't matter, I am more important than most humans, and that's it.

Then the old king was destroyed. It was not the young man of the country who killed him, but the distant Central Plains. My life was also broken.

I think so, let's see what is different in a distant place.

Then I went a long way and the process was very uncomfortable.

Then I was sent to his home.

It doesn't matter if you change the owner. Anyway, my set can deal with everyone. But I don't know why, my mood is very bad.

Then the man appeared. He was very young and beautiful. I was very happy to see me. I took good and sweet things to please me. When I tried to approach me, I bit him, but I didn’t do much. Although he was very painful and shocked, he did not scream and roar. He looked at me softly, talking softly to me, appeasing me, thinking that I was scared.

His eyes reminded me of leaving my mother very early, but he endured a painful look like a poor animal that was weaker than me. I didn't bother to bully him and let go.

We got along very well. He didn't give me a gorgeous horse, but carefully took care of me, made me feel very comfortable, often ran to see me alone, and said a lot to me.

I slowly liked him.

I liked a human being for the first time.

On that day, he rode me, hunt and hunt with some people, and met the enemy.

I ran hard, I felt his anxious fear, but there were three people on the back, the road of the forest was running away, and the enemy caught up.

When he rolled down from my saddle, I felt very sad and very scared, but I still listened to him and carried the two men forward.

When the wind passed over my ears, I thought, unlike the last time, if I couldn't see him again, I would be very upset. I am not willing to change my master and I don't want to change places.

So, when I saw him again, I felt that I was never so happy. Even if he didn't give me pine nuts, I would let him ride.

I heard that my temper is getting better and better.

Yes, speaking, I have never been able to figure out whether he is a man or a woman. If it is a man, there will be no such gentle eyes; if it is a woman, it will not be so brave.

My master is the bravest and gentlest person in the world.

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Sorry, wait a long time.

I’m rushing to the text recently, and it’s very hard to write.

The first Simplified Chinese will come out in March, and then it should be the same as the traditional one. It will always be a monthly one (in fact, it is not very good, it is not a comic book, and the customs of the mainland and Taiwan should be different, but there is no way to ... peek The next small series is not.). I still don't know the specific situation. I will inform you later.

I made some changes, such as the emperor changed to nine years old.

Ok, everyone is happy for the Lantern Festival and Happy Valentine's Day.