One horse cannot straddle two saddles.

People make mistakes, but horses trip.

People are clothes and horses are saddles.

I don't know how hard it is to dismount at once, and I don't know how hungry I am.

Han, the hero, will be killed immediately, and drowning in the river will also make people drown.

Take ten steps back.

Kiss up to the horse's legs.

Donkey's lips are wrong.

Poems about horses

In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.

Don Meng Jiao's poem After Graduation

The horse misses the grass around him, his hair is shaking, and the eagle's eyes are wide open.

Liu Tang Yuxi's poem "The First Smell of Autumn Wind"

Chang' an ancient road, the horse is slow, and the sorghum is chaotic.

Song Liu Yong's Youth Poems

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

Song Luyou's poem The Storm of the May 4th Movement

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"

The horseshoe treads on the water, and the drunken sleeve reveals the wind.

Yuan Shan Jutu's Poems

The old pioneer lost his horse-a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise.

During the Warring States Period, near the northern border town, there lived an old man named Sai Weng. Sai Weng keeps many horses. One day, one of his horses suddenly got lost. When the neighbors heard about it, they all came to comfort him and advised him not to worry too much. When he is old, he should pay more attention to his health. Seeing someone comforting him, Sai Weng smiled and said, "Losing a horse is not a big loss, and maybe it will bring some blessings."

The neighbors were amused by Sai Weng's words. Losing the horse is obviously a bad thing, but he thinks it may be a good thing, obviously just comforting himself. A few days later, the lost horse not only went home automatically, but also brought back a Xiongnu war horse.

When the neighbors heard about it, they all admired Sai Weng's foresight and congratulated him one after another, saying, "You still have foresight. Not only did you not lose your horse, but you were lucky to bring back a good horse. " Sai Weng listened to his neighbor's congratulations, but he was not happy at all. He said anxiously, "A good horse for nothing is not necessarily a blessing, but it may cause some trouble."

Neighbors think his posturing is purely the cunning of the elderly. I was very happy, but I didn't mean to say it.

Sai Weng has an only son who likes riding horses very much. He found that the horse he brought back was a good horse, with long hooves, loud neighing, fat and fierce. He rides a horse every day. He is proud of himself.

One day, he was so happy that he ran into a horse, galloped, fell, fell off his horse and broke his leg. When the neighbors heard about it, they came to offer their condolences.

Sai Weng said, "Nothing. It may be a blessing to be able to save your life if you break your leg. " Neighbors think he's talking nonsense again. They can't figure out what good luck a broken leg will bring. Soon, Xiongnu soldiers invaded on a large scale and young people were recruited into the army. Sai Weng's son can't join the army because he broke his leg. All the young men who joined the army died in battle, but only Sai Weng's son saved his life.

The story of Bole Xiangma

According to legend, Bole was born in the Spring and Autumn Period and his surname was Sun Mingyang. It is said that there is a swift horse pulling a heavy salt cart on Taihang Mountain. On the narrow path, the horseshoe struggled desperately and knelt on the ground. Tail drooping and skin injury; Sweating all over, sweating profusely, struggling to crawl on the hillside, but still unable to pull up. Bole saw it, got out of the car, grabbed Maxima, shed tears at Maxima, and took off his linen clothes to cover Maxima. Maksima then lowered his head and exhaled, raised his head and screamed until the sky. This is his understanding and considerate thanks to Bole.

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