I in the country

My life in the countryside is actually very simple.. When I got up in the morning, when it was just dawn, I went around the field in the wild. At this time, the town was still in a hazy sleep, and the mountains in the distance did not wake up from the dream. Dewdrops were dripped between branches and leaves along the road, and glittering dewdrops dropped on the ground, making a light sound. The mist and mist were very beautiful, rising upward gracefully. After spreading, they gathered together immediately. There is a breeze occasionally blowing on people’s faces in the wilderness, which gives them a refreshing feeling. The sound of insects in the grass had stopped, and only the glittering beads and Dew were still shining, which was very bright. The grass washed by the night dew looks greener and clearer. There are also wild flowers in the wilderness. The exposed wild flowers, like implicit girls, are a little shy and always have a kind of hazy beauty. Walk Gently, walk slowly, and you can’t avoid getting dew on your feet. After walking for a long time, the shoes will be wet. But I am still willing to move forward. It is pleasant to see the mountain scenery in the morning. Standing on the wilderness and gazing into the distance: the distant mountain is like a black, winding and stretching, like a dragon walking on the Phoenix, as if soaring in the fog. The mountain unfolds layer by layer. I don’t know where it comes from and where it extends. The mountains surround you, surround you, care for you, and care for the villages and fields you live in. In the fog, the mountains had a different charm, and the white fog leaped. I didn’t know whether the fog was caused by the mountain or the fog attached to the mountain. That mountain and fog are a whole and a complex. This is a rare wonder in the plains, but it is often seen in the mountains. Sometimes I occasionally meet acquaintances, who are my neighbors or an elder in the village. Some of them get up very early and go to the garden to weed and fertilize while the weather is cold, picking some home dishes with dew, going to the field to see the water in the rice seedling field and the moisture content, this is what farmers must do. In fact, farm work is as simple as my work, I was not very busy, but I couldn’t abandon it. I couldn’t worry about it. I was careful and diligent, and did everything myself, so that I could get a harvest. I met them, greeted and greeted them. That’s all. There was not much language, but those greetings were essential. Occasionally, I asked about the growth of crops and the matter of the vegetable garden. They nodded with smiles and went to each other to do their own things. I do? It’s just a walk. For farmers, walking is just a boring pastime, which really doesn’t make much sense. When they go out, they always have to hold things in their hands and carry things on their shoulders, even if they don’t take anything, he was always in a hurry and hurried to his destination to get what he wanted to carry home. The purposiveness of life makes them seem to be always running and working, but most of the time is not busy, but a habit formed for a long time. Labor endows farmers with healthy bodies. But I didn’t. I wanted to make up for it. I wanted to try my best to recover my health. Long-term mental work and long-term contact with people make me physically and mentally exhausted, which makes me suffer from too many illnesses: Migraine, arthritis, gastrointestinal gastritis, cervical vertebra disease, hyperlipidemia, hypertension, eye diseases, pharyngitis. In the relationship with work and people, the mood is hard to be released, and the long-term depression and depression have already been Haggard. Occasionally going to the wild for a walk is exercise, Liberation, release and empathy, which seems to make sense. Walking is a part of my life. Just as farmers use physical labor to release themselves, I must work hard for health and extension of life. I can’t say who is right and who is wrong, who respects who is cheap, who worries who is happy. They are all living habits and have life purposes, so we should not make comments arbitrarily. But am I used to it? Have I settled down? I no. It is hard for me to calm down and settle down in this kind of ordinary work without much color. For decades, I have passed like this, and there is no change. Although I have been trying hard to change the status quo, all my hopes and efforts have vanished for many reasons, after all, reality is reality. My ancestors were farmers, my parents were farmers, and my brothers and nephews were farmers. They lived in mountain villages for generations, living on land and taking crops as their business. I also used to plant fields. Although I don’t plant any more now, I have countless ties with land and crops, and this kind of connection is not what I want to give up. For agriculture and land, I am familiar with it. Although I am not proficient in it, I know a little. When I was young, I also learned to plow fields, plant seedlings, pull grass, and learn to plant crops and grains. I know that it is hard to work and hard to get. Until I took part in the work, because my wife and children’s registered permanent residence were still in the village, and there was more than mu of farmland in my home. While I was working, I planted those fields because of the lack of necessary farm tools, this brought great inconvenience to farming, and that mu of land became the sorrow in my heart. I am not a lazy person. Indeed, I am not familiar with the knowledge of farming. I am not pleased with the loss. Naturally, it is not as good as pure farmers, and the harvest is not ideal. So I don’t farm now, I no longer serve the land, and I want to concentrate on teaching good books and writing my own articles. However, teaching is not easy to do. It takes more effort and brains than farming, and lacks a sense of accomplishment. I know that I am not a competent teacher, but I am full of awe for the profession of teaching. Writing? It is also very difficult, especially in the current era of materialistic desire, many literary friends and poets in the past changed their ways, and some even developed. What about myself! Still insisting stubbornly. The days always passed like running water. Decades were like a day. It was so short that even I didn’t believe it. The years were ruthless and white hair had added Temples. I was old, and I was really old. Besides sighing, what else do I have? Third, I was very afraid of going back to my hometown, facing my elder brother, my former neighbors and those uncles who would greet me when I met. The simple elder brother is still cultivating those few mu of thin fields now, so he helps people to do short-term jobs and earn some pocket money during his spare time. The money is hard-earned money, which is not easy to come, and he also spends carefully, they regard money as too precious and a little stingy; Their life is really simple, which makes people hard to believe how they live. I am deeply in love with my brothers, but I am afraid of getting along with them. There are too many anecdotes about parents and villages in their language, some of which are very fresh, and some of which are already old-fashioned. Which old man is new, which married a new wife, and which sister-in-law is in conflict again. There are too many rural stories, some of which are even shocking. I can’t comment on the right and wrong of the countryside. Anyway, in these stories, there are both good and evil, beautiful and ugly, perfect and incomplete, and satisfied regrets. Rural stories happen every day, making people confused. Whether you can listen or not, the brothers always pour out these stories all at once. When I met those elders, I asked for a good question and handed over a cigarette. They always come up to ask these questions. In fact, I don’t understand many of their questions, and I can’t solve them either. I admire their simplicity and diligence, and also worry about their stubbornness, bias and narrow-minded. But facing them, what can I say, besides constant blessing and flattery, what can I give them? Facing villagers without facial expression is the pain in my heart for a long time. I am a poor teacher. It was this country that raised me, but I couldn’t give her a reward or a gift. I don’t have the feeling of returning home in good clothes. This kind of loss makes me feel ashamed all the time. Four more days, I like to sink into the natural environment and watch the scenery alone. When people look at the scenery, they least like to be influenced by others’ thoughts. People’s mood, aesthetic vision, cultural cultivation and viewing angles are different, and the level and depth of the scenery they feel are also different. Many people like arty and elegance, and they like to join in the fun. They look at the scenery just like a lively scene, but I am different. They like to come and go alone and aimlessly, which may have unique discoveries. I told a friend about a wonderful scene I once saw. He invited many companions to see it. After he came back, he was disappointed and said: Is that all? I asked him: what do you think? He said: When you walk down that cliff, you will have no way and come back. I’m very sorry: This scene is full of complex ileum, layer by layer. If you don’t go deep into it, you just stand by the cliff and have a glimpse of it. How can you know the whole picture? I spent a whole day watching this scene, you finished reading it in less than an hour. How can you know whether the scene is good or bad even if you have good eyesight? In officialdom and workplace, people often have desires. The deeper the desire is, the narrower their mood will be. People with few desires can enjoy the natural landscape calmly and discover the unique beauty in the landscape. The problem is: many people in life are either tired of officialdom or suffering for the workplace, while more people are busy for life and survival, how can they enjoy the scenery with leisure and interest? Occasionally traveling around the mountains and waters and enjoying the scenery are just going through the motions to dispel the depressed mood in officialdom and workplace.

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