Wu Lie took a long-distance bus from Luxiang to Beichun and drove on the highway. The snow-covered trees on both sides of the road still floated backwards like flying. Wu Lie threw his gaze out of the window and looked at the scenery outside, which was full of snow. The scenery is picturesque, and Wu Lie reminisces about the stories of the past in the winter of this northern country.

The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting. From childhood memories to the present. It's like playing back a movie, it was, is, or future. It was all a vastness, the blue of the sky, and the snow of the earth. The memories of more than 20 years are constantly flashing in Wu Lie's heart, and he looks at the sun in the sky and thinks......

He once wrote such an article in junior high school after relegation——— "Horse of Ten Thousand Miles"

The bones of a horse were blown out by the wind in the desert. The horse's bones were lonely, with their limbs outstretched, as if telling a story to others. A story full of idealism that yearns for dreams.

In the infinite years, on the Silk Road, in the desert Gobi, there was a horse farm, and in this horse farm, there were two such circles.

A circle is "heaven", and living in "heaven" is a thousand miles of BMW, and their job is people's mounts, carrying people to gallop thousands of miles. They will drink the same sweet well water as their master. You can eat fresh and delicious forage from the Western Regions, and they are loved by their owners, praised by people, and happy and happy!

And in the other circle lives "hell", and the horses that live in "hell" are just a group of very ordinary horses. They are known as a group of horses like a donkey, a stupid horse, and a lazy horse. Their job is to help their owners with chores and consignment of goods, which is a job they hate themselves. They eat the driest and hard-to-swallow low-quality forage and drink the most turbid water. They live in such pain, so desperate.

Day after day, year after year. The horses in the two pens lived like this, one group lived comfortably in the pen, while the other group lived in a mess.

And in the "hell" circle, there is such a horse. Its heart is yearning for "heaven", it is eager to run, it is eager to gallop on the field, it is eager to prove its worth. But the reality is unsatisfactory, the owner never treats it as a thousand miles horse, but only treats him as a waste horse, the owner always scolds it, beats it, tortures it, and thinks it is a useless horse.

Until one day, it was the master who came to feed the horses in "hell". The master opened the door of the "hell", and he forgot to put the chain on the horse, and when the horse saw that the door was opened, he seized the opportunity and rushed out!

"Where are you going? You idiot, come back to me, you idiot. The master cursed viciously.

But it completely ignored the reprimand of its master, and ran unstoppable. It keeps telling itself, "Run, run, run!" Hurry, hurry, hurry! ”

Of course, the master can't let him run away no matter what! So, he hurriedly ran back into the house and took out his shotgun, "Bah! There was a loud bang. A bullet out of the chamber!

Luckily, the bullet seemed to have a benevolent heart. He didn't hit the loose horse directly, but only scratched a little skin. The horses ran away, towards their ideals.

It's running, it's running forward! His eyes seemed to shoot with rage, and he kept running forward. Its hooves hit the ground, and its hooves rose again. Just keep running forward, the burning flame in the heart continues to inspire it! To run, to run, to keep running forward!

And just like that, the horse kept running! Move forward and forget to jump. Running in the direction of its ideals! Run, leave everything behind, keep running! Run in the endless desert.

I don't know how long it took, the sun set in the west, and rose again in the east. It's still running, as always. In the direction of the ideal in my heart, I am constantly moving forward, for the ideal, for myself! Even if you are tired, you have to run bravely.

In this way, the pace of the horses shook the earth, and the yellow sand flew and obscured the sky. Keep running, forward, and forward! The scorching sun had paralyzed his nerves, and slowly he was left with only mechanical muscle memory.

After another unknown amount of time, it finally stopped. Fell sideways, died, and died like that. After a while, the wind and sand continued to take away his body, leaving only a pile of snow-white bones in the skin, muscles, blood, and finally only a pile of snow-white bones.

That horse will never regret it! Because it has traveled not just thousands of miles, but thousands of miles. He has become a real BMW! It is absolutely not regretted, because in the last moments of his life it proved itself, it surpassed itself, he won his ideals!

Later, the years once buried this brave horse. Bury his footprints together, without a trace of vicissitudes. Only immortal faith and dedication to ideals were left.

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On the high-speed bus leading to Beichun, Wu Lie looked at the sun high above, and kept recalling the horse running in his heart, the wild horse galloping in his heart, and never stopping.

"Yes! At that time, I was a true portrayal of myself, longing for the praise of others, longing for myself to be recognized by others, and now I am about to graduate from college! It's really time flies, and I'm about to get off the leash! Wu Lie thought in his heart: "Maybe this is the arrangement of fate, fate may inadvertently give you new opportunities, so that after experiencing the waves, you can still have some opportunities to change yourself." ”

The sky is still blue, and the snow in the north is so innocent and crisp! Like a pigeon's feathers, holy and pure. How many years have been buried in the earth, how many other people's youth and dreams have been.

Sometimes, Wu Lie will look forward to the crispness of the snow. Come clean, go clean. Don't leave any regrets about starting over, don't bring others thoughts and nostalgia. Dreams, realities, virtualities, realities. It's all so simple and rustic.

The snow-capped snow scene and the boundless desert, the lonely people in the vast sea of people, looking for their own leisure and freedom, looking for their own future, just like the horses of thousands of miles are constantly running for their ideals! A man cannot live a lifetime, just as a horse does not succumb to a stable. People must live for one breath and move forward bravely! Fearless and bold progress! Baidu takes a look at the latest chapter of "Men's World Masterpiece Literature" to read for free for the first time.