风雨中,惊慌的公马黑耳只有一个念头,那就是奔跑,奔跑,再奔跑。头顶上漆黑的云团似乎压断了前方的路,轰响的雷声震得大地不停晃动,那从天而降的一道道光柱如同一把把利剑射向它。电闪雷鸣中的荒野,周围都变得那么可怕,黑耳要躲开这一切,迈开健硕的四条腿,喘着气,不停地奔跑着。“没事的,会过去的。”不知跑了多久,疲惫的黑耳听到了这句低吟, Storms, panic stallion Black only one thought, that is running, running, and then running. The dark cloud above the head seemed to crush the road in front, and the thunderous thunder shook the earth, and the beam of light falling from the sky was like a sword thrusting at it. Thunder and lightning in the wilderness, the surrounding have become so terrible, Black Ear to escape all this, take a firm four legs, gasping, keep running. “Nothing will pass. ” I do not know how long to run, tired of hearing this whisper,