Have been trying to find a place to look and write, have been to a few posting, are boredom blocked back, this inadvertently saw the word "prose", casually searched for this bar, a feeling of different with other places, may be able to stay here for a long time, casually flip, casually write.
Nothing: When I was studying, every time I heard the teacher boasted that so-and-so students are gifted and intelligent, very envious, I only rely on redoubled efforts. In addition to learning or study, no specialties, no hobbies, not want, just others have a certain aspect of the talent, and I do not have, but also unconditional to participate in a variety of interest classes. When the study, work pressure is quite large, almost occupy the whole body and mind, did not find life boring, really also a little bit of simple and happy meaning. But once you have become a free person, how to pass the time has become a problem. Look around, older, most do housework, walk, play cards, see the play, and then there is fishing, fish, flowers, chess, square dancing and so on. The younger ones play games, raise succulents, and follow the stars. These interests do not need talent, but for me, there are not like, there are not suitable, even if you like only spend a little time, far from feeding the beast of time. The interests that I can indulge in probably require talent, as well as nurturing from a young age, which I don't have, but I know exactly what I want. Analyzing myself, all I can have is seriousness and persistence, why not apply this seriousness and persistence to hobbies? The first thing I tried was yoga. The first thing I tried was yoga, because I felt that I needed to have an exercise to keep going, and health always comes first. My body condition is not good, favoring stiffness, often some asanas in the whole class only I can not do, some can barely do but also can not do in place. Looking at the natural physical condition of good, both soft and strong students, very envious, but I am not discouraged, insist on three classes a week, and continue to practice at home when I have time. So far, after more than a year, I feel that I have made a lot of progress, and I also have the feeling of enjoying myself. This has given me some confidence that even if I don't have the talent, I can stick with it and develop an interest in it.
Small joys: Life is a day-to-day affair, but there are small joys. Early this morning from the mountains to bring back two buckets of spring, riding a bicycle halfway to the market to buy some food, parked the car, reaching out to put the keys into the pants pocket, found that the bills and half a packet of napkins have been half exposed, almost did not fall to the ground, so close! Perhaps the napkin packaging plastic bag smooth, pants pockets shallow, all the way cycling squeeze rubbed the mouth of the bag, coincidentally not lost, good luck! Although not much money, but if lost, will blame their own carelessness, can not by the way to buy good food, but also have to spend more time, will also be annoyed. The fact that I almost lost it, but didn't, brought me small joy. There was another such incident yesterday morning when I was getting ready to leave the house, I was looking for my bicycle keys, and I searched all over for the place where I might have put them, and thought, "Oh no, it's unlocked? It hadn't been ridden in three days and was sitting in the aisle outside the garage, probably long gone. I rushed downstairs to check it out, and it was still there! The key is also there, too surprised, no thief patronized. You know, the neighbors put the vehicles in the aisle, often stolen, sometimes just go upstairs to eat a meal down to disappear, as if the thief is waiting there. And I was lucky not to have any theft this time. If it was stolen, although I would not buy another one, because the public **** bike is also convenient, but it is not as light and good as my own car, it will certainly be heartbroken for a while. When you see that the bike is still there, you'll be as happy as if you'd lost it! I parked my bike and locked it up, but I forgot to do that, so I hope I'll be with you for a long time!
Housewife. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The old man in the family is getting older, the provincial level of calculation has also risen, the cooking has long been out of taste, but we have been accustomed to the will. Until one day a good friend to see my "bamboo pole" like son, said I am too incompetent as a mother, only to stimulate me to make up my mind, their own fire cooking.
My mom is very capable, the general dishes and pastries are not difficult for her, I should have some genes in me, so the simple home cooking quickly learned, but also than the original mother-in-law burned delicious, this is my son's comment. I don't think it's because of the technology, but because of the money I've earned and the expensive ingredients, so of course it's good! In fact, I don't know much about the freshness of the ingredients, I often can't tell the difference between the good and the bad, I just think it's always right to choose the expensive ones, but it's just that I always spend more money than others. And also self-congratulation is not high-grade delicacies, not a few dollars more. My son agrees, "How much can you spend on food? Of course you have to eat better." It's a tradition in our family to favor good food over good clothes.
After a while, my son said, "Mom just burns vegetables and doesn't cook," and I thought the same thing. I heart only cooking as a housewife can not shirk the responsibility, is not interested in cooking, certainly will not go to spend much effort. When I was able to cook three meals a day and change things up a bit, I stopped there and didn't make any progress.
Bottles and jars are also about love. I don't like to cook much, but I love to fiddle with the bottles and jars in the kitchen, and I always change them so that I can look at them and enjoy them, and add a little bit of love to the kitchen, so I can stay there for a while. I do not know when, I developed a collection of empty bottles and cans of addiction, see the beautiful, exquisite, can be utilized, will be collected, like a good housewife of careful budgeting. In order to this collection, every time in the selection of food, bottles and jars whether beautiful has become one of the conditions. The bottle should be glass, transparent and textured, and the food is assured. Shopping in the supermarket to see good-looking bottled food, will look at a few more eyes, just like boys see a beautiful woman. If the bottle is really tempting, will not be able to move their feet, even if the bottle is not needed, but also to find a reason to convince themselves to buy it, as for the cost-effective or not early left behind. In order to bottle, will be the things in the bottle that is often, such as canned fruit, almost do not eat, think it is far worse than eating fresh fruit, but for the bottle can be. That day online shopping barley tea, selected that, one of the reasons is that the bottle is beautiful enough, think of the future can be used to install goji berries, remove the stopper can also be inserted into the gardenia, in the beautiful imagination of the order.
Of course, beautiful things also have to look at the time of boredom, since it does not look, then eliminated, has been value for money, do not need to be treasured. So you have to keep your feet on the ground and collect, so you can always replace those jars, so that the kitchen can also be bright and happy!
Sour plum soup. I've heard of it, but never drank it. I remember one summer, under the roadside pergola, free supply of sour plum soup. At that time there was no disposable paper cups, only a few communal coarse pottery bowl. I would like to taste the flavor to come, but in the end, I can not afford to take others just drank the bowl, only to watch the passers-by go in to drink, I just imagine that flavor, should be a little sour, can be a thirst. The only thing I know about sour plum soup is that. In the summer, my mother's homemade cold drinks were usually gazpacho cream and green bean soup, never sour plum soup, and none of the neighbors were in the habit of making it. When I became a real housewife, the first thing I learned was what my mom had made, and I never thought of making plum soup, but my son said that he used to drink it in the summer at school, and it was quite good. I'm not sure if I've ever thought of making it, but my son said he used to drink it at school in the summer, and it was good. A free time on the Internet to check the recipe for sour plum soup and production steps, and then go to the Chinese herbal pharmacy according to the prescription of the medicine, home modulation. But after many attempts, it just can't reach the taste and color of the one sold outside. Maybe people have secret recipes and masterpieces, and I do not have, there is just a selection of good raw materials, with high mountain spring water, with a casserole boiled. Then think of another possibility, outside the added, and homemade original flavor, perhaps this is its original flavor. Merchants seeking profit, always looks, taste first, and I want to zero additives, drink more healthy! Thinking this way, the sour plum soup is considered to be made.
Happiness is always in the imagination. When I see workers working under the scorching sun on a three-volt day, I am reminded of the past. My hometown in the countryside, the student summer vacation is the busy season of harvesting early rice, all the laborers at home have to participate in the harvest. Although I even half of the labor force are not counted, and then the neighbors have seen me as the future "eat country rice" people, parents, older siblings do not require me to work in the field, but I do not want to stay at home to enjoy the leisure, looking at them to work hard, so also followed my father down to the ground, can not do much work, can always take a hand. The most memorable farm work is to cut rice, under the scorching sun, wearing a straw hat, barefoot, bent over, left hand rice handle, right hand sickle, and stupid and slow to cut, only a short while to straighten up to rest a little bit, only to see my father "whoosh" fast forward to cut a large area of the sister, brothers also threw me far away. I also want to make an effort to cut faster and help, but I just can't do it! Even if I couldn't help much, I insisted, because I felt my father's relief that his beloved little daughter knew better and was willing to share his hard work! It took about a week to harvest the early rice, and I followed the field every day, enduring insect bites, rice awn cuts, my back was scorched by the hot sun, and my front body was sweating like water, so I couldn't wipe it off in time and it would irritate my eyes. Only a week down I was tanned, cut the rice, the rest of the farm work my father did not want me to do, let me study. Lying in bed at night, I have thought many times how happy city people are! Just sit in the office and go to work. Maybe the city people were not as happy as I thought they were at that time. In fact, it was very hard to study at that time, and the pressure was very great, but I didn't think it was that hard.
The hard work of cutting rice has always been in my memory, and now I have become the kind of person I envied at that time, but I don't feel so happy, the pain, pressure, competition and challenges from work have weakened the happiness that I originally imagined.
People sometimes imagine the happiness they don't have or can't get at all, how wonderful it is! But when you have it, it's just like that, and you're slowly getting to the point where you don't know what you're doing.
Losing oneself. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do this, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do this. One of the coaches, when we first came here, we all do not like her, because her language expression ability is weak, speak hard, exaggerated, and sometimes words do not make sense; higher requirements, the class is tiring. After a period of time, I gradually adapted to, and also think she is quite good, especially suitable for the hard body of me. Because she is diligent in hands-on instruction in class, not only doing demonstrations and theories, but also communicating with students before and after class. Although her class was a bit tiring, I made a lot of progress. Later, I felt that she was changing, become "soft", in order to cater to everyone's tastes, she put "this class will not let everyone tired" on the lips, and really keep lowering the requirements of the class is no longer exhausting, even if it is yoga for body shaping, but also just a "slapdash", she is not the original her.
Courses have characteristics, such as Yin Yoga, Body Yoga, Dance Yoga and so on. The coach has a specialty, the explanation is in place, the guidance is in place, the basic type, difficult asana type. This is not quite good? Colorful. Students of different ages, physical conditions, adaptability, courses and coaches have their own specialties, in order to be available for a variety of choices.
Some time ago, I do not know what happened? The instructors lost themselves and the classes lost their character. The yoga class was almost stale, with no intensity and a loss of young students. In the last two classes, the style of the original feeling of recovery, first aerobic exercise, and then foam axis relaxation, followed by local strengthening of the asana, a class down to the amount of exercise enough, sweat is also out of the cool! Once a student said, "This is the feeling I want!" I think so.
The hot sister. I wanted to go hiking in the morning, driven by habit, so I picked up two buckets of spring water and came back. I thought that I might not be able to catch the spring because of the continuous high temperature, and after a week, the spring will be cut off or become thin. But since I'm going to climb the mountain, I'm going to bring my bucket with me, because the sweetness of the mountain springs has an irresistible lure!
Choose today to go, is afraid of tomorrow and the day after the double holiday to pick up the mountain water more people, since they have the leisure, then enjoy! Nearly 7:30 am before leaving, is to avoid the morning rush to pick up the mountain spring team, those early birds every day carrying or picking a few buckets of mountain water through the mountain passes, stride, happy. I don't want to be crowded and busy, I just want to relax and take it easy. Choosing this time to go up the mountain, the trail is less crowded, which is exactly what I want, I can listen to the birds in the forest gossip. Even on a hot day, the breeze on the mountain is cool enough, and the sky is quite cooperative, allowing thin clouds to shade the sun a little, making the light less harsh and hot.
Arriving at the mid-level pavilion, I ran into my former neighbor, who had already picked up the mountain springs down the hill and said that I would have to wait two hours for my turn to go up at this time, and I said that I was not going to pick up the mountain springs, and that I would have to be psychologically prepared to go around the mountain for a while, and that it would be good for my workout purposes. At this time, the back up three boys, there is a close behind me on the left side, heard his breathing a few minutes of haste, thought they would overtake the past. I have been to maintain their own rhythm, breathing calmly, footsteps briskly, but they have been so followed, did not go over. I thought to myself that these boys are about the same age as my son, and they must be lacking in exercise, and the climb is showing signs of stamina.
As usual, 23 minutes to reach the water point, only to see a long line of empty buckets, only one of the two streams left, to catch a bucket of water will be 5 minutes, I just look at the turn away, do not want to wait. When I walked to the road corridor type pavilion, ready to go downhill from here, the pavilion sitting in a group of men and women, they are resting here, chatting idly, see me walking with two empty buckets, one of the older sister said, "I take you to a place, where the landscape is very good." I thought it wasn't true, so I smiled and turned toward the stone steps down the mountain. Someone in the pavilion said, "She still doesn't believe you when you're being nice!"
The older sister said, "I see her going back with an empty bucket, it's a pity! The road and not far, I accompany her to walk there is no harm, but she does not believe me." I immediately turned around and went back, saying, "I'm sorry ah, let you accompany." She led me on, and someone in the pavilion said, "You're not afraid she'll tell someone else about your secret place to get water?"
We continued up a path along the side of the pavilion for about 2 minutes and she said, "It's right down here, you can't see it standing on the road." We started to climb down towards the creek pit, which at this point required hands and feet, and my big sister, seeing that I wasn't moving too well, offered to take over the two buckets I was holding. She went to fetch the spring for me, and I followed slowly down into the pit. It turns out that the water point in the pit under the boulder, is once someone laid a water pipe from the higher mountains to the mountainside, the water pipe broke here, someone will get a new water point. This place is not only a huge creek pit boulder, there is also the bank of overgrown trees to hide, the road walk through really can not be seen at all. "I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to find it if I told you," said Big Sister." That's for sure!"
What a pro! There are several schools in the neighborhood of my home, and I used to go for evening walks without a place to go and see the empty playgrounds, thinking extravagantly that it would be great if they were open to the public! But this is just a pipe dream, all the schools in order to manage the needs of the people are not allowed to enter the campus, even if it is just a walk in the playground! Of course, you are not allowed to enter, unless you are a faculty member, but there is a "back door", such as the gatekeeper's acquaintance. In order to sneak in, I often wait in front of the school, see the automatic door open, let the car or people in and out, then cheeky closely followed in, sometimes also by the guards said, have to suffer, but also have to say a few words, "just go in for a walk, please help," and so on the kind of good words, whether you can go in it depends on the mood of the guards.
The other night I ran into a neighbor who was walking back and asked where they went to work out. They said the school playground is now open until 8:30 p.m. That's great news! About a year ago there was a debate on TV about whether school playgrounds should be open to the public. Now that this pro-people behavior has been implemented locally, it is really a blessing for the common people.
Last night nearly 7:00 pm for the first time to go to the nearest small school playground, men and women, young and old, there are playing basketball, ping-pong, there are practicing double, single bar, there are running, of course, the most is in the plastic runway fast walking. The cool breeze, the beautiful campus, the people exercising, what a beautiful scenery! Originally only wanted to walk for half an hour, the result is walking for 45 minutes, not yet feel tired, carry the pedometer has shown for me to cheer, for me to applaud! Enough to leave room for next time.
Home cooking. My son commented, "Mom can only burn vegetables not cook." Cooking is about color, aroma and taste, and I only know simple home cooking, such as boiled, stir-fried and stewed, with a single tone and light taste. The good thing is that my family tends to be light and is accustomed to eating mainly vegetables, plus seafood. As long as the ingredients are fresh and of good quality, even if I'm not a good cook, I can deal with it.
Since my son came home, three meals a day can no longer be healthy first, have to take care of his appetite, for this reason, often have to bother thinking about what to burn today? He said some time ago that he had not eaten eel for a long time, meaning that he wanted to eat, but I am most afraid of snakes, eels, blackfish, do not eat, and even more reluctant to touch them. I said you go out to eat when you order on this dish, mom will not do, and do not dare to touch it, look at all feel terrible. But my son's rare request for food, I would like to satisfy him and make him happy! Several times to go to the market to look for eel, found but did not buy, always hesitant. Finally, one day to see the eel stall owner idle, first talk to her, ask if you can help me clean thoroughly take back to the burn, how to burn, how much to buy? I asked her if she could help me to clean it thoroughly so that I could burn it, how to burn it, and how much to buy. Before burning also Baidu, first wash off the eel blood in lightly salted water, and then with cooking wine, ginger marinade for a few minutes, burned first fried in oil, and then a little oil in the pot, put ginger, garlic, onions, cooking wine, sauce, sugar and eel stir fry a few times, add some monosodium glutamate out of the pot, even if it's done. I did not expect my son to taste, said the flavor is good! I'm so happy that I've made it! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.