The evening breeze caresses the moon.
A fragrant wind blows gently.
Horse View
On ancient road, post steeds pace through crisp autumn days.
Post steeds neigh low through the mild autumn day, O’er ancient road where wayfarers stray. West winds sweep dust and sand far away, A streak of sunset fades on the watchtower gray.
stands still with its head bowed
The fierce steed stands still with its head bowed, resonating with the earth in the boundless vastness, and brewing its hot blood into surging great waves.
The sandbar stretches vast, grass grows soft and lush,
To a Steed The sandbar stretches vast, grass grows soft and lush,A noble steed holds high its head, bathed in the slanting glow.Once it raced across the desert, chasing the wind’s swift hush,Now it
Homesickness of a Steed
Faint grows the neigh of the homeland plain, Frosty hooves are chained by bridle rein. The wind in dreams blows just as days of yore, Overgrown grass hides the path it trod before.
A Steed of Zhaosu
On Zhaosu’s plain, clouds gleam like frost, The valiant steed tramps through autumn light. Its mane streams forth, chasing the moon lost On skyline edge; its hooves strike, rousing frost from grass
Steed on the Frontier
The desert wind swirls, rolling down the sunset glow, With golden saddle and iron steed, I roam the world I know. A neigh cleaves the moon o'er the long river's flow, A thousand miles of campaign d
Steed of Dragon Mien
Its dragon frame cleaves autumn’s boundless wild, Sweat drips down plain, into a streaming tide. On gale it gallops, breaching the vast sky, Hoof dust swirls high, and ten thousand peaks float by.
Bathing in the River Valley
Clear stream polishes jade, the vale stretches far and slow, A proud steed bathes its shade in the soft blue flow. It shakes its mane, scattering pearly drops to break, Treads the waves, neighs lig
Every inch of longing burns to ash;
Every thread of love weaves to grief.
Fine steeds, carved carriages, fragrance fills the way;
Phoenix flutes resound, the jade moon glides and sways.
In the frozen age, a fiery horse lives in the heart;
Its angular bones form a frame of flame.
Morning fog veils a thousand hills;
A horse strides through the clouds.
The heart is like a celestial steed, roaming the cosmos free
Hooves tread the starry river, cherishing youth’s fleeting spree.
The long river glows under the moon;
a lone horse treads through frost and gloom. Its heart is set on distant shores, fearless of the endless night。
A lone horse gazes at the moon;
solitude becomes its quiet grace
With sweat and blood as ink, it writes the epic of ten thousand li;
A steed of legend, like a blade, cleaves the eternal sky.
An old horse by the lake, watching years go by;
Storms lived, now peace in its eye.
Blood and sweat spent, no road back to the past;
One hoof forward, through mountains it lasts.
In the wilderness of the soul, a fiery horse still runs free;
It chases no worldly glory, but strides toward its own destiny.
When shall I don the golden rein, to gallop through the clear autumn plain
One spirit unyielding, ten thousand winds accompanying.
In the quiet night, I think a thousand miles;
A lone horse gazes toward the horizon. My heart holds mountains and rivers far away, caring not how long the night stays.
Ice thaws slowly, spring draws near;
一马当先，踏破寒烟。
Clouds in the heart, free as the wind;
A horse walks alone, unstained by the world
The autumn moon often passes over my shoulders,
A lone hoof treads through thousands of miles of frost.
Five-flowered steed,
Lofty spirit soaring, never letting glory fold.
To nourish the body, one must first secure the means of life; only when material needs are fulfilled can the body be truly nurtured.
A fine steed worries not about its fodder, only then can it gallop a thousand miles. 马的名言警句有哪些？ 马的精神品质有哪些？ 马的历史文化意义有哪些？
A world of pure light converges into the vast sea;
Through ten thousand miles of dustlessness, one horse comes galloping free
Love that torments each other,
like two horses running side by side— the closer they get, the more they hurt.
The heart understands, intuition is the rein
Ask not the way, the horse knows its own lane.
Only a heart like a steed can truly be free.
We rush about all day, yet our souls lie prone;
Beneath one reed the sun descends, a lone horse stands where quiet ends.
It holds the world within its breast, no word of weary time expressed.
Since ancient times, men mourn autumn’s loneliness;
Heart toward the sky, no sorrow for the lone.
Coloured clouds and misty moon, the horizon my home.
A horse walks alone, in grace it roams.
Rider by the field,
wind as friend, cloud as mate; No chains in heart, the horse walks in calm state.
At the foot of Heaven's Mountain
its heart reaching the gate of sky.
All glitz washed away, back to pure essence;
An old horse knows the way, peaceful in its conscience.
Trample down the legacy of emperors
Kneel to no lords, only to the land. Riding far beyond the dust, with unyielding soul and stand.