"What did my brother bring me here for?"

"Learn to ride a horse." You say, "I'll teach you how to ride a horse." ”

I said, "But, my aunt said, girls shouldn't learn to ride horses, that's too rude." ”

You laugh a little. You say, "I don't think your father would agree with that." You say, "You are your father's daughter, how can you not even ride a horse?" ”

"Auntie will blame." I bowed my head and said.

"You're all on me, let her blame me." You said.

The sun is warm, the breeze is blowing, the pine waves are undulating, and there is no one in the four fields.

We rode through the light of the woods, and the fine dust gently fluttered around the hooves of the fallen horses. Sometimes you ride in front of me, sometimes behind me, sometimes you walk side by side with me. The tails of the two horses wagged back and forth, like dust whisks in the hands of immortals.

The little brown stallion I rode was a bit naughty. From time to time, it stops to nibble on the grass by the roadside and the leaves of the trees. Whenever it did, it always tilted its head and looked at me cautiously with a bright eye, as if to watch my attitude and see if I would pull the reins to interfere with it. I looked at its beautiful eyelashes and dark brown pupils. I patted it on the back and stroked its mane. Encouraged by my laissez-faire attitude, it foraged from head to end in the east, biting a long leaf in its mouth, chewing and swallowing slowly, and dangling casually in a kind of unruly decadence.

You look at me and the horse.

You sigh. You say, "You're going to turn it into a mustang." ”

I look up and smile at you. I said, "Not all horses in the world have to become war horses." ”

You look at us hopelessly. You shake your head. You rode your horse and galloped forward.

"Brother, wait for me! Tell me, how do you get it running? "I'm calling you from behind.

"Let it eat less." Your voice came from the front.

I pursed my lips. I tried in every possible way to convey my intentions to the horse and make it turn forward, but it didn't listen to the command.

You look back at me in front of me. You can't help but laugh and you say, "Clamp the horse's belly and kick lightly with the spur." ”

"The whole body should be tightened, not loose. From the body to the soul, it must be attached to the horse, and there are no gaps at all. The horse's body is your body, and your will is the horse's will. "You correct my posture. You say, "Stretch your legs." In this case, if the horse suddenly accelerates, you will easily fall. ”

I said, "My aunt said that girls often ride horses, and they will become lapsed legs." ”

You look at me. You say, "When you think you're a girl, you're not on the horse." You say, "When you ride a horse, you have to be 100 percent on it." Otherwise, you'll never know, what horseback riding is. ”

I said, "So now, brother, are you 100 percent on a horse?" "I'm looking at you. I smiled lightly and said, "Isn't there a little bit in another place?" “”

You look at me. You say, "Do you see me somewhere else?" ”

I said, "In my eyes." Don't believe it yourself. ”

You sigh. You say, "Woman, it's hard to teach." ”

We passed through a lot of trees and walked through a lot of dirt. The youngest of them is 80 years old, and the youngest soil is at least tens of billions of years old. We go through their lives, and then we will burst like a bubble in time, without a trace. In this way, we passed through the curtain of youth and walked towards the pain of life and death.

"Why did my brother teach me how to ride a horse?"

"Because, in these chaotic times, sometimes, horses can give you a second life. I want you to have one more life. You say, "Not necessarily every time you're in danger, I'm going to pass by." You have to learn to save yourself. You say, "A lot of times, living in this world, in the end, you can only rely on yourself." ”

We lay side by side on the ground in the middle of the woods, covered with brittle leaves. Through the myriad of clear leaves and brown branches, we see the deep blue of the sky.

Say, "One day, we will all return to this dust." At that time, we will not have eyes to see such a beautiful sky, such a beautiful light, such a beautiful forest, and we will not have eyes to see each other. ”

I said, "Yes, just like my parents and your mother." ”

You say, "So, before we turned to dust, when we still had eyes, when we could still see each other..."

I said, "How?" ”

You say, "You know, it's a miracle to be cherished." ”

You say, "I want to etch in my life all these things that I can still see now." ”

We are silent.

After a while, I said, "Some people can see without their eyes." ”

You turn your head and look at me.

I said, "Just like my parents, and my wife, they are already in our lives, and they don't need to be inscribed, remembered, and indelible." ”

You say, "yes." They will naturally emerge from the depths of life, whether they have been seen in this life or not, and whether they will be seen in the future. ”

Say, "They were in our lives." ”