Black Beauty｜黑骏马

原著作者｜安娜·休厄尔 Long long ago on a quiet country meadow a black foal was born His coat shone like the night and a small white star rested on his forehead His mother stood beside him looking down with calm steady eyes She taught him to be kind and to remember that gentleness was not fear The foal grew among grass and sunlight the world felt whole and safe He learned to run and to stand still when people came near People began to call him Black Beauty a name full of praise and hope His first home was Squire Gordons estate The people there never spoke in haste John the groom cared for him with steady gentle hands A young boy often watched quietly from the side He learned that human kindness could be learned Trust grew naturally in that place Black Beauty believed life would always be this way Then a quiet unease entered the house Mrs Gordon fell ill and had to leave for a warmer land Leaving meant farewell and some could not go along Black Beauty was led from the stable He looked back once not understanding The new house was grand and neat The new master cared more for looks than feeling The mistress loved to be admired She ordered a tight rein to hold his head high Black Beauty did not know why only that pain slowly grew He endured in silence remembering how to be good He pulled the carriage steadily though breathing was heavy No one noticed his suffering One stormy night the stable door was left open Hungry and tired he wandered out He slipped on wet stones and fell hard Pain held him down as rain washed over him In the morning only the scars were seen The master said he was no longer perfect Black Beauty was sold again This time he learned to be silent He came to London loud and crowded His owner Jerry was honest and kind Life was hard but never cruel Black Beauty felt safe again He saw horses beaten in the streets He met Ginger once gentle like himself Now she was angry and broken She said humans break us then blame us Black Beauty remembered his mothers voice Winter came and Jerry fell ill Without work horses are quickly sold Black Beauty was sold once more This master was harsh and impatient Food was poor rest was rare His strength slowly left him One day he collapsed in the street He thought this was the end A farrier stopped and looked closely He said this is a good horse worn out The farrier bought him and gave him care Strength returned little by little One day a gentleman came to buy a horse His eyes rested on the white star Memory returned it was Joe The boy who learned kindness long ago Black Beauty returned to the countryside He did not understand human good or evil But he remembered how to trust And that trust was not wasted前往小宇宙评论区与主播互动