一路,漫长而遥远的路,在灰黄的天空下,伸向远方。一个骑在栗色马上的中年人,穿件白大布斜襟衬衫,一只胳膊露在外面,黑色的“楚巴”紧缠在腰里,方额上刻着一道深深的皱纹,嘴唇紧闭,面部表情十分严峻。向外突出的眉骨,使他那双炯炯有神的眼睛,显得像山谷里的幽泉般深邃。他扬鞭催马,马蹄在路上扬起阵阵灰尘。虽然栗色马头部和腿部都已被汗水浸得湿漉漉的,可骑马的中年人,仍然毫不怜惜地用毡靴后跟,不断地磕着马。 All the way, long and distant road, in the gray sky, extending to the distance. A middle-aged man riding on maroon wore a white cloth with a slash shirt and an arm exposed. The black “Chuba” was tightly wrapped around his waist, and a deep wrinkle was engraved on the forehead , Lips closed, facial expression is very serious. Outward prominent brow, so that his pair of piercing eyes, it seems like a valley deep Quan Quan. He hoisted the horse, horseshoe raised bursts of dust on the road. Although the chestnut horse head and legs have been soaked in sweat wet, middle-aged people can ride, still without pity with a felt heel, keep knocking.