The next day I lived in Pinball Hill. Just a few miles away, I saw that the fields were full of seedlings, and men, women and children were working in the fields. It's probably a custom in Jiangbei. Women also participate in agricultural production. Compared with lazy people who are not engaged in agricultural production in the northwest, the customs in Jiangbei are really much better.
Occasionally give up riding and start walking. I passed a farmer's house, where men fertilized the garden and women fetched water from the well to wash clothes. In the garden, there are melon stands covered with beans and some lush trees. Children play and laugh, and chickens crow and dogs jump. The more I look at them, the more I envy them. I feel that everything in this family is happy, and I hate myself for being far behind them!
Original text:
Tomorrow, Zigong in Sudan. In just a few miles, I saw four weeds, old and young, men and women, all in the field. Cover the customs of Jiangbei, and women also plow the fields. It is vulgar and beautiful to regard northwest men as lazy and not working for producers.
I rode my house and walked past the farmhouse. Her husband took dung to irrigate the garden, while the woman went to dig wells to wash clothes. There are bean sheds, melon racks and a few gloomy trees. Children laugh, chickens crow and dogs crow. I care about it and admire it, so that in this family, everything has meaning, and it is better to hate yourself than to hate yourself!
Appreciation of articles
The life shown in this diary excerpt is very similar to that described in Peach Blossom Garden. Both describe a harmonious, peaceful and happy life. Among them, men, women and children are comfortable and self-sufficient.
In the first article, I saw flat and wide land, neat houses, fertile land, beautiful ponds, mulberry fields and bamboo forests. The path in the field is intertwined, and the chicken and dog hear each other. In the village, people who come and go, people who farm and work, men and women dress like the world outside the Peach Blossom Garden, and the elderly and children are happy and happy.
Such a society without class, exploitation, self-reliance, self-sufficiency, peace and tranquility, where everyone enjoys himself, how can it not make the author yearn for it? The man in this family is picking dung to water the vegetable garden, and the woman is fetching water and washing clothes by the well. There is a bean shed and melon rack at the door, several trees are lush, and the children are laughing and playing. From time to time, chickens crow and dogs crow.
It's really a leisurely farmhouse scene. Faced with this picture, the author can't help but sigh: in this family, there is indeed the true meaning of everything in its proper place. It's a pity that he is far less comfortable than them.