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I was born on a farm. I have many brothers and friends. We grew up together.

I often stare at the distance in a daze, and I want to go further.

Finally, one day, I left the old horse and came to vilen, a lonely place. There are grasslands, forests and mountain springs here.

There is no fence.

I shouted at the sky: this is where I belong.

From then on, I became a wild horse and lived a free life every day.

In the vast Yuan Ye, sometimes I feel lonely and can't help thinking of my past life.

Those brothers and friends who live on the farm, I used to be pulled together and lived a driven life every day. They often quarrel together, arguing about who has given the greatest strength and who is just pretending and cheating; They also have the same opinion, that is, they often complain that their owners "only let the horses run and don't feed them"; For them, the happiest thing is that the car they pulled was replaced by a bigger and more beautiful new car. When they met the horse pulling the old car, the horse pulling the new car proudly raised its head and shook its mane, making the bronze bell under its neck make the loudest sound.

Among my friends, there is a favorite horse, which has won many championships: people put a wreath woven with flowers on its head, and the applause of the audience lasted for a long time. Many people praised it and filmed it enthusiastically. Its owner rode on it and waved to people in ecstasy. A reporter blocked the front and chased after it, taking pictures and videos around. Soon, the story about its growth has become a hot topic in news media reports, an entertainment topic that people pay attention to and is talked about by many people.

My friends are all envious of the horse racing champion and proud of the honor he won. Later, our champion stopped pulling with us, and it was given to a general as a gift. From then on, whenever people introduce it, they will say in a very appreciative tone: This is the horse that the general rode!

I am a wild horse. I have no chance to take part in the horse race. I will never enjoy the flowers and applause given by people, and I will never get the attention of the mainstream media.

I have repeatedly asked myself: Why should I become a wild horse living on the edge of human beings?

One day, I quietly returned to the place where I was born to visit my brothers and friends who have been living on the farm.

Under a tall poplar tree, I saw a childhood friend of mine, who was eating corn in the trough.

I looked at it quietly.

Looking at the corn it ate, I thought of myself: no one will provide me with food, and I must find every bit of food I need by myself.

Seeing the stable behind me, I thought of running in the wind and rain, looking for a big tree or cliff that can shelter from the wind and rain.

My friend seems to smell the long-lost breath, and he looks up.

I looked at it for a long time and didn't speak.

It has an old reins on its head, neither thick nor thin, and the other end is tied to the poplar tree. So it is a horse with a master, and I am a wild horse without a master, because I have no reins on my head. When I saw the whip mark on it, I felt a palpitation. I have no regrets about my choice.

Seeing the dense poplars in front of me and thinking of the young trunk when I left, I felt the vicissitudes of time.

It was here that I broke free from the reins and ran away.

At this time, how I wish my friends could leave here with me.

Actually, as long as you look up, it can run away.

Its eyes became a little cloudy and indifferent.

It slowly lowered its head and continued to eat.

I tried to hold back my tears.

I ran to the distance.

I know that there is no one to provide me with food where I yearn, and there is no stable that is warm in winter and cool in summer.

I ran to the distance.

I will run to the vast Yuan Ye, even if I suffer from wind and rain and loneliness, even if I meet a wolf.

I ran to the distance.

I don't want to be whipped for my master's food. I want to be a wild horse and go where I want to go without reins.

I am a wild horse, and no one rides on me.

You can go to class.