咯哒咯哒的马蹄声踏碎了旷野的静,紧追狂走的风。天还没亮,鸡们狗们不知离得远还是闭了嘴巴,竟这般搁置了动听的表演。我和马被墨裹着,离得愈近,愈觉得很远。“鬼龇牙”拧得寒气如狂风中的沙,把锋芒荡在脸上,那皮鞭再僵硬些要敲出声来。那么一点对抗夜的光,是马炯明眸子上挂的霜,余下的,是偶尔打出的一两声响鼻。这样的组合,走在荒野,即使风马人不相及,也会自己找些理由驱散氛围里的对抗,毕竟时空里的一切转瞬就成了历史。我握紧了马的缰绳,喊了声:“驾!”无影的皮鞭贼一样坠在马身上,哀哀长嘶惊 Slightly dawn clatter footsteps crushed the wilderness of the static, hot chase away the wind. The sky is still dark, the chickens and dogs do not know if they are far away from each other or shut their mouths, which actually shelves a pleasant performance. I and the horse were wrapped in ink, getting closer, the more felt very far. “Ghost teeth” screwed the cold as the sand in the wind, the edge of the swing in the face, then the whip and then rigid to knock out the sound. Then a little light against the night, Ma Jiongming pupil hanging on the frost, the rest is the occasional hit one or two snoring. Such a combination, walking in the wilderness, even if unrelated, find some reason to disperse the confrontation in the atmosphere, after all, everything in time and space has become history. I clenched the horse’s reins and shouted: “Driving! ” Shadowless whip like a thief fell on the horse body, sad and crooked