? The first time I saw the old horse was later. In the afternoon of autumn, the bright sunshine slanted on the old window, gently spread out on my face through the enough paper, making my face look like a pig's ass and red. I slowly opened my sleepy eyes and stretched myself hard. It was very comfortable. If it weren't for such good weather, I would regret not going out for a walk, and I would have slept in the dark. I put my hands in my pockets and walked out the door like a stroll.
stop at the door and look around. The grandfather next door caught my attention. His face was dark, no different from that of his parents who worked in the fields all the year round, showing diligence and simplicity. His eyes narrowed as the sun shone, but he didn't smile. If I smile, I think I'm dreaming. Isn't that the Buddha is alive? He is drawing something on the ground with a stick in his hand. I couldn't wait to go forward, and I saw the patterns on the ground like swallows, arranged neatly one by one. He seemed completely immersed in his own world and didn't notice my arrival. I opened my mouth offended: "Grandpa, are you painting a swallow?" He looked up and said to me with a smile, "Yes, little friend, I drew a swallow." Suddenly, I felt his voice was soft and beautiful, like singing a favorite song. My little heart pounded and pounded. I really feel like I'm dreaming. It turns out that the Buddha will really appear. This old man is an old horse, born once and cooked twice, and I live next door. I go to the old horse whenever I have time and want to learn to draw swallows. The old horse will also teach me to sing.
Like me, the old horse is the sworn enemy of the whole village. Before the old horse's nephew left, he contracted the land at home to others. The old horse has come, and with age, there is no way to go out to work. The people in the village are very enthusiastic, afraid that the old horse will be hungry, and they are scrambling to send a good meal at home. It should have been a harmonious and warm picture. But to everyone's surprise, the old horse is so unappreciative to others. Whenever someone gives it food, it will be rejected by him, and there is no good tone. In the long run, no one dares to send food. All the gossiping women in the village say that he can't marry a daughter-in-law all his life. `
? When people saw the old horse again in the alley, no one greeted the old horse anymore. Once I saw the old horse, his shiny face lost its original luster and became more vicissitudes and desolate.
? A few days before the new year, everyone in the village was in high spirits to catch the big episode, and the old horse was among them. There are stalls on both sides of the street, including fruits, fish, vegetables and all kinds of new year's goods. The screams of the vendors echoed in the alley. Every household has to buy big bags and small bags. I don't want to buy delicious food at ordinary times, so I have to wait until the New Year. But I only saw the old horse come back empty-handed and despondently. I'm curious. Old horses don't usually buy things, so they should be waiting for the New Year, but … he doesn't buy anything for the New Year, so why did he go to the market? People in the village have broken their mouths. Some people say that they saw the old horse enter the widow's house. They are orphans and widowed, and the old horse must be up to no good.
? Chinese New Year is the most leisure time of the year. Every year, people in the village play cards and mahjong together. We children also like to join in the fun, because there are free peanuts, melon seeds and sugar. I saw the familiar figure in the crowd at a glance. It was an old horse. It turned out that he also liked to be lively and wanted to play cards with others. No one cares about the old horse, but everyone plays their own games. The old horse can only hang his head here and have a look. Suddenly he said, "Where's my wallet?" The room was quiet for an instant, which made the panting sound seem out of place. This silence made me feel suffocated. Dozens of pairs of eyes, "the horse? Was it still there just now? " I don't know who said this, but my heart hurts inexplicably. I want to defend the old horse. I saw him leave in a hurry, but he never went near the person who lost his wallet. Before I could say anything, this group of people went together to find the old horse. No one went to the old horse's house, which increased their suspicion. Someone said, "He must have squandered his money in town!" " They waited at the village entrance. After noon, they didn't see the old horse. The person who lost the money said, "Forget it, just give it to the poor." I patted my ass and went home for dinner.
? I was the only one who watched the old horse come back. At that time, it was already dark. I sat on my roof, watching the strange old man in the moonlight. He groped for the lock and knocked with the key for a long time before he heard the "click" sound of unlocking. The door was pushed open with a creak, and the old horse looked very tired. After a few steps, he had to hold the wall and take a few breaths. He walked a few steps from the yard to the house for a long time. I listened carefully, and there was a beautiful cry of crickets in the yard, accompanied by several sighs in the house.
? After this incident, Lao Ma became a public enemy from beginning to end. No one talked to Lao Ma anymore, including my parents, and kept me away from Lao Ma, fearing that getting close to him would bring me bad influence. The villagers talked about the old horse in succession, as if the old horse should not have come in the first place and should not bear the prejudice of everyone.
? The years are ruthless, and the old horse is ill and comes in a hurry. When the villagers found out, the old horse was not breathing. I took one last look at the old horse. His face was pale. The nephew of the old horse came back to arrange the funeral, and the whole village was here. At this moment, a mother and daughter knelt in front of the old horse's grave and wailed: "You are all wrong about him, and I have heard gossip about him and us. I want to prove his innocence, but he always won't let me say it. In order to provide for our children to go to school, he gave his monthly pension to our mother and daughter. I asked him to save some for himself, but he always said he had it. During the Chinese New Year, my daughter was ill, so I had to ask him for help. He came to the hospital early, paid the money, and went back very late. " The crying drowned out what she said. Lao Ma's nephew said: "Before my uncle retired, he was a music teacher in the town's primary school. This girl was in his class. My uncle felt that she had a talent for music and asked her to continue to study music. But the girl's family was poor and even the living expenses could not be paid. My uncle often helped the girl at school. After retirement, it was just like what the girl's mother said." The person who said that he had lost his wallet also stood up and admitted that he had not lost his wallet at all, but that he had lost all his money and had no face to play any more. Everyone in the village silently closed their eyes and let tears flow on their faces.
? Finally, I realized that it was not a swallow at all, but beautiful notes. The old horse taught me to sing the national anthem; He taught me that what I can do must not bother others; Teach me to help others without asking for anything in return. Give someone a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance. When I was complacent about doing a little thing, I thought of the old horse and felt nothing.