Horse-related proverbs

A horse cannot straddle two saddles.

People make mistakes and horses make mistakes.

People are like clothes and horses are like saddles.

I don’t know how hard it is to ride a horse, and a full man doesn’t know how hungry he is.

Immediately fall to death the heroic man, and drown the ordinary man in the river.

The horse takes ten steps and nine turns back.

Flattery slaps the horse on the leg.

The donkey’s lips are not the horse’s mouth.

Poems about horses

The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hoofs are so bad that he can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

Poetry "After Enrollment" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty

The hair on the grass beside Ma Si is twitching, and the eagle's eyes are open to the blue clouds.

The poem "The First Smell of the Autumn Wind" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

The horses on the ancient road of Chang'an are running late, and the tall willows are inhabited by cicadas.

Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty's "Youth Travel" lyrics

I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.

Poem "Wind and Rain on the 4th of May" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. Yuan Dynasty Ma Zhiyuan's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts"

The horse's hooves tread the water and disturb the bright clouds, and the drunken sleeves catch the wind and fall flowers.

Yuan·Liu Yin's poem "Mountain Family"

A blessing in disguise

During the Warring States Period, near the northern border town, there lived an old man named Sai Weng. Sai Weng raised many horses. One day, one of his horses suddenly got lost. When the neighbors heard about this, they came to comfort him and advised him not to be too anxious and to pay more attention to his health as he was getting older. Seeing someone comforting him, Sai Weng smiled and said, "Losing a horse is not a big loss. It might bring some blessings."

After hearing Sai Weng's words, Sai Weng felt very funny in his heart. Losing the horse was obviously a bad thing, but he thought it might be a good thing, obviously just to comfort himself. After a few days, the lost horse not only returned home on its own initiative, but also brought back a Hun horse.

The neighbor heard about it and admired Sai Weng's foresight very much. He congratulated Sai Weng and said, "You still have the foresight. Not only did the horse not get lost, but you also brought back a good horse. What a blessing." Sai Weng listened. Although he received the congratulations from his neighbors, he did not look happy at all. He said worriedly: "Getting a good horse for free may not necessarily be a blessing, but it may cause some trouble."

The neighbors thought that His posturing was pure old man cunning. I was obviously happy in my heart, but I deliberately didn't say it out loud.

Sai Weng has an only son who likes riding horses very much. He found that the horse he brought back was very handsome, long in body, big in hooves, neighing loudly, and powerful. He knew it was a good horse at a glance. He rode out every day, feeling very proud of himself.

One day, he was so happy that he hit the horse and galloped away. He stumbled, fell off the horse and broke his leg. Neighbors heard about it and came to express their condolences.

Sai Weng said: "It's nothing. I broke my leg but saved my life. Maybe it's a blessing." The neighbors thought he was talking nonsense again. They could not imagine the blessing that breaking a leg would bring. Soon, the Huns invaded in large numbers, and young people were drafted into the army. Sai Weng's son could not join the army because he broke his leg. All the young men who enlisted in the army died in the battle, but Sai Weng's son survived.

The story of Bole Xiangma

According to legend, Bole was a man from the Spring and Autumn Period, whose surname was Sun Mingyang. It is said that a thousand-mile horse pulled a heavy salt truck over the Taihang Mountains. On the Yangchang Trail, the horse's hooves struggled hard , the knees were bent; the tail was drooping, and the skin was injured; the whole body was sweating and dripping with sweat, and he was crawling hard on the hillside and still couldn't pull it up. When Bole saw it, he got out of his car, grabbed the horse and faced it. It shed tears and took off its linen clothes to cover the Chollima. The Chollima then lowered its head and exhaled, raised its head and roared, and its scream reached to the sky. This is because it was grateful to Bole for understanding and caring for it

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