Dream country there is a shed

Different crops are planted in fields in different seasons. It was late autumn, and the field in autumn seemed a little empty. Looking far away, at the end of sight, green trees stood neatly on the edge of the field. The field and trees were so beautifully connected, make your vision avoid desolation and blind spots, and allow your sight and thoughts to extend infinitely. Several small houses were scattered in the crisscross fields. The spacious yard in front of the house was fresh and neat, and a path connected the house with the main road. An idea came out in my heart for no reason: when can I sit in such a yard, listen to the sound of cicadas and frogs, and listen to the urge of cuckoo hiding among branches, feel the joy of harvest in the fragrance of rice flowers. Sometimes I really want to know how poetic life will be for people living in this House? Every morning when you wake up leisurely and bathe in the first ray of sunshine, you can smell the fragrance of rice. At night, you can sleep with the sound of frogs. Standing by the window, you can have a panoramic view of the vast fields. Every day when I pass here, my heart will be suddenly enlightened in that short few minutes, just like this vast field. For those who live in high-rise buildings all the year round and break through the encirclement in the narrow and narrow space, they can exile their hearts to the nature and run freely in the vast fields, it is a luxury thing to watch seeds break out of the land, listen to birds singing and insects chirping, and watch flowers bloom and fall. I have an inherent love for the land, and this love is growing day by day. This land can always make me breed endless fantasy and happiness. As long as I stand in the field and smell the fragrance of the land, all worldly things can no longer bother me, which may be traced back to the period when I lived in the countryside when I was a child. It was the most wonderful period in my life, so that for many years, I always yearn for and yearn for the life of farmers. I have imagined for countless times that I am at the foot of the mountain or in the field, and there is a small house, even the most primitive thatched house, hidden in the green trees, and cherry trees are planted on both sides of the path leading to the small house. In spring, I would go home or go out in a colorful way, standing under the tree greedily sucking the rich fragrance of flowers. When the red cherry hung on the branches, I stood on the low branches, reach out to pick the most red and beautiful one on the tree. There is a small yard in front of my house. I can sit in the yard and enjoy the first ray of sunshine in winter. In spring, I can listen to the sound of flowers and watch bees busy in the flowers, looking at the old hen with chicken twittering leisurely pacing and foraging in the yard, looking at the fruit trees in front of the yard in autumn, the heavy fruits hanging on the branches, feeling the joy of harvest, looking up at the starry sky at night, looking for the brightest stars, listening to the silent sound of bugs hiding in the grass, without the whining of cars, the roar of machines and the noise of televisions, everything was still, I just sat quietly like this, listening to the voice of all creatures in the world under the cover of the night, as if I had returned to the ancient times of ancient times. Urban civilization had nothing to do with me. This kind of primitive, simple, the pure living condition is exactly what I like. In the jungle of reinforced concrete, Looking at the city people who were tired and in a hurry, I saw a burst of black smoke from the cars passing by on the road, and the high-rise buildings blocked people’s sight. Busy cities never lack prosperity, noise and bustle. The flashing neon lights make the night as day. We have already forgotten the stars and moon in the sky, I forgot the most original and purest happiness in my heart. The artificial lawn was awkwardly squeezed in the gap between the city buildings and gradually narrowed its territory, how can this small piece of green land place the increasingly busy and anxious hearts of urban people? In the city full of tall buildings, we can’t hear the flowing sound of streams, smell the smell of land, eat fruits but don’t know what kind of trees it grows on. Sometimes I also think, if I were really a farmer, what would I look like now? Will I still like the rural life like now? Will I still have a deep attachment and affection for the land like now? Will I still love those lovely creatures in the nature? I can’t answer myself, I don’t know. Farmers in real life have been working hard for years, getting sun and rain, and their skin is rough and dark. Their life may not be as poetic as I imagined. But they live freely and comfortably without constraints, while many young people in rural areas are willing to give up this freedom and rush into the city like crucian carp crossing the river, eager to become a member of the city, can those who walk on the edge of the city find their sense of belonging? Once I saw an interview in the newspaper, a successful entrepreneur said that his greatest desire was to unload his armour and return to the field one day, fishing by the lake and enjoying the pleasure of farming and harvesting, enjoy the leisurely life as a farmer, and the simplest and simplest wish, which is sniffed at by many people, will take him a lifetime to realize. Maybe he has never experienced the ups and downs of business, it is hard to understand this desire for pastoral life, right? Life is just a few decades, with thousands of twists and turns. We circled around, but returned to the starting point. When we set out, we are always full of ambition and wholeheartedly pursuing our ideals. We dream of achieving a wonderful life, but we often lose our way in the journey of chasing, forget or betray your original intention. When we stumbled all the way, we finally found that what we needed and longed for was just a simple and plain life, which had nothing to do with money, status, fame and wealth. And the dream I ‘ve been striving for is to have a small house in the country, to smell the grass in the morning, to breathe the pure air, and to hear the happy chirping of birds, look at the opening of wild flowers all over the mountains and the poetic dwelling on the land I love.

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