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Please come in if you have seen the film Dark Horse by Tengger singer Singh or the original.
Accompanied by the hoofbeat of Gahala, the best black horse, and the simple ancient song "Black Horse" in Inner Mongolia grassland, Baiyinbaolige is looking for the lost years and the joy of teenagers with nostalgia for his hometown, gratitude to the Mongolian old man who raised him, and infatuation with the girl in his heart.

Zhang Chengzhi's novella "Dark Horse" is set in a family in Inner Mongolia grassland, and describes that on the beautiful grassland, the granddaughter of an old woman and a foster Han boy grow up in the friendship of the two children, and the happy life of the family of three is enviable. Later, when I grew up, my love for each other sprouted in my heart. However, the eternal customs on the grassland tore the lovers' dreams, and the girls suffered a trial marriage without exception. On a morning full of morning glow, that annoying blonde hair dragged her into the grass by the roadside. And all this is taken for granted by people and grandmothers. "Women come this way." Grandma's words made the young man sad and desperate! He left his dear grandmother and beloved girl in resentment.

When the young man came back, the grassland had gone through nine spring and autumn periods, as if it had been washed away by rain for a long time, and time had changed. The white bone burial ditch became grandma's home, which buried grandma's love and deeply buried Baiyinbaolige's guilt. She ruined the old man's dream alone, probably because she didn't let this deep scar go away until she died. What is more sad than disappointment after longing? Bai Yinbao Rico asked regretfully. He wants what he shouldn't have lost. He ran and shouted, and the only sister who could be called back was married to a distant place.

Ganggahara brought Baiyinbaolige to distant memories. Grandma doesn't want the girl to leave her hometown, and she doesn't want to lose Baiyinbaolige, who was raised as a child. Baiyinbaolige can't live without the girl. In the building of hope they built, dreamy soft light floated. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind destroyed their building and tore up the veil of hope. That thousand-year-old habit has made the descendants of the grassland so firmly in awe, and the girl is also willing to be insulted. Grandma also regards this as a thousand-year rule, and the status of Mongolian women makes them suffer numbly. Bai Yin Bao Li Ge is a strong man. He can't stand this humiliation, let alone the silence that numbs his soul! He stubbornly left the attachment in the eyes of his relatives. People often don't know how to cherish when they can say it, and they don't know how precious it is until they lose it. Baiyinbaolige is looking for, looking for the past. Knowing that the dream is shattered, but stubbornly pursuing it. What happened to his sister seemed unbearable to him, and he wanted to save his sister who was struggling in the turbid whirlpool. However, things surprised him even more. Sister, struggling in difficulties, facing the reality is still so calm. Although she is still enduring mental humiliation, her husband scornfully calls her daughter a wild dog, and whenever she sees the questioning eyes of her children, she will feel a twinge of grievances. Although she has lost the brilliance of her youth and looks sloppy and dirty, she accepts that the past is a childhood game and she is deeply attached to it. From her caressing Ganggahara's head and tearful shoulders, we can see her inner bitterness. But fate made her happy. She didn't accept her brother's pity, nor did she jump into his arms and sob. She just kept the memories of her youth in her heart for a long time and silently endured humiliation. She sighed, only about the loss of Bai Yin Paulig and why he was not his father. She doesn't feel sad. She's doing well. In that shabby and dirty yurt, she is always full of warm atmosphere.

In a long sigh, Baiyinbaolige ended his fantasy and lament. Life is diverse, and ignorance and numbness can also be regarded as a kind of life. Isn't my sister's life also a trickle of Hongbo tributaries? In the distant sky, isn't there a rolling sunrise? Isn't life just like eyes rolling against the sunrise?