and a piece of vegetable field loving encounter
came to the county to accompany the study, living in the county gymnasium on the opposite side, every morning at four o'clock, I was on time to run, running from the school in front of the morning market to buy vegetables. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. The first thing I'd like to do is to get used to the fact that I'm not willing to change my habits.
Suddenly one day, I looked far away and saw that the path of the open space on the yellow wildflowers, although far from the hustle and bustle, no one asked, but quietly open, the whole day playing and singing the tune of the vegetarian. Thinking of the words of the friend, can not help but have a whim, want to walk this trail. After a nearly one person high wild artemisia, I was surprised to find a vegetable field. Vegetable field densely planted with a variety of vegetables, staggered, neat, without a weed. I think, the person who opened the vegetable field must have put a lot of effort. Inhale y, a familiar fishy-sweet smell of earth mixed with the fragrance of vegetables into the nostrils, can not help but let a person intoxicated in this idyllic dream.
The fence around the corn stalks is neat and tidy, covered with trumpet flowers, purple flowers desperately flared up, like a mischievous child will trumpet blowing to the sky;
The tomatoes snorted, like an eye-catching red lantern, the small vegetable garden dressed up every day is a holiday;
Bean seedling you chased me to catch up with you, desperately climbed up, and who did not serve anyone, drooping down to the fine
The purple eggplant is very gentlemanly, elegant, green eggplant is a big belly, glossy, lazy look naive;
The dry cucumber is not tall, but the waist is straight, spirited, staring at the head of a yellow flower cap, full of energy, brittle little kind of really inviting people to love;
The top of the number of the loofah the slimmest, body delicate and delicate, like a girl who has not yet grown in the air freely swinging;
small pepper growing in the corner, red face written full of pure and lovely, even if it does not say, that hot eye flow, is a most beautiful picture;
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I was born in the countryside from a young age, this scene is naturally dear to the I can't help but feel homesick for my family's vegetable garden, which is perhaps even more lively than this one. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.
Every day a thin old man driving an electric tricycle to the vegetable field to remove weeds, watering. You see him out of the naughty bean seedlings gently help back to the shelf, will grow too dense small vegetables between down some, meticulously picked fresh vegetables to the entrance of the morning market in the sale of vegetables in front of his wife. It was an old woman with gray hair and a bright, clean smile. Every time I see the happy look on their faces I feel incredibly close, and I can't help but think of my parents in the countryside.
When I was a kid, I saw my dad picking vegetables in the vegetable field after school, and my mom cleaned them up, so I could take them to the morning market for some pocket money. When I wasn't in school, I would get up at dawn and go with my mom to sell vegetables. The cart was very heavy and I would help my mom push it uphill. The dew in the early morning was very heavy, and by the time I got to the morning market, I was soaked to the skin and shivering from the cold. After a few bargains at the morning market, the vegetables were sold out, and mom let me get in the car, and she pushed me home. At that time, mom was so young, even younger than I am now, and she walked down the road with big steps, in a hurry. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, too.
Nowadays, the living conditions are better, food and clothing are not worried, those days can never come back. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots. But Dad still tended to his small vegetable garden every day, and Mom went to the morning market to sell vegetables. Mom and Dad paid for their pensions and got a salary, so they gave the fields to their younger brother to cultivate. I advised them to enjoy their twilight years, but they just couldn't stay idle, and the family garden was run by them in a lively and bustling manner. A few times I begged my mom to come and stay with me for a few days, but she was just dragging her feet, selling cucumbers today, bean curd tomorrow, and ...... the day after that, anyway, she just couldn't bear to part with those vegetables. Although the sale of vegetables can not earn much money, but accustomed to the idyllic life, how can they waste an inch of land? That's how they work day in and day out, watering happiness with their sweat.
Since that encounter with this vegetable field, I will walk this path every day, and look at this vegetable field, because in my eyes, there is a faint nostalgia called something in the dark, so true, that gaze, there is my garden, and in the garden of my gray-haired father and mother.
Two
A person's dance
Outside the window, the night is coming, the sky is full of stars like pearls set in the deep heavy night sky, but also like a myriad of bright eyes insight into the world of sadness and happiness. Glass windows cut off the noise and bustle, a piece of peace and quiet returned to me. The watery moonlight overflows with a gentle and sentimental glow, and in the room, besides my own heartbeat and breathing, there is only the rustling sound of the pen tip flying on the paper. In his mind, he flashed the blue sky under the curtain, green green field on the situation of a person dancing.
As the weather is getting colder every day, the leaves on the trees are about to fall out, bare and less angry. The sadness of spring and autumn, like a spell, gnawing at my sensitive nerves. After the fall harvest, the face allergic to a large area, coupled with the stomach disease over and over again torture, liver and a little problem, even the physiological period is also chaotic, every day a handful of medication, a handful of hair loss, so that the always sunny and positive I can not help but low mood. I often cry when I read a few pages of a book or listen to a normal song. The actual boredom will go to the stadium to exercise, relieve the depressing nerves.
Because of the cold weather, there are more people exercising during the day. Walking, running, practicing tai chi, dancing jitterbug, square dancing people dazzling. In the crowd, an old man appeared to be particularly abrupt: more than fifty years of age, simple clothes and even some shabby, his face is calm, can not see the joy and sorrow. He was a maverick, not communicating with anyone, and no one knew him. He chose an empty space by himself, accompanied by music from his cell phone, and danced alone there. A current popular "beauty", cheerful melody single song cycle, self-created a set of actions although simple but orderly, full of energy, there is a different kind of handsome and vivid. Surrounding the pair of people dancing a unified and unrestrained dance steps, body rotation and eyes of the tacit understanding between, simply ignore his existence. The passers-by even cast a strange look, and over the snorting disdain: psychosis, but also play themselves high.
He did not look at others, he spun, high jump, said not as light as a swallow, but also incomparably light and flexible, in his age has been rare. Even if a person's dance is also meticulous, although the action is slightly monotonous repetition, but he also seems to care about, disdain for other people's disdain, firm and persistent eyes scorned those who think they are high and hypocritical. The beauty of the tiny little man, simple and real, pure and warm, and the world.
Every night, next door will come from the woman's voice, not particularly beautiful, but in this lonely hallway, there is a special flavor. She is not very pretty in her forties, and I came from the countryside, the same simple, the same ordinary, every night exercise back, I will lean on the stairs to listen to a while. I guess she was in Karaoke, singing very involved and emotional. Until now, she may not know that there is such a listener as me. She also likes to go to the square to dance, every time I met in the hallway, she has a bright and gentle smile. In fact, I also like to dance, just feel so early into the ranks of the square dance aunt, the heart is not willing, so I would rather run around the track in a circle, come back to hide at home to learn to dance on the Internet in one move, but also do not have the courage to join their ranks. Almost all of this building is accompanied by the mother, facing this long years of accompaniment, everyone has a different way of coping, and no matter which one is the respect and love of life.
Come to think of it, how can you not be a person's dance? It's just that I use words. Like in the text of the ups and downs of the oblique, write down the sadness and joy, those jumping elves with unspeakable emotions through the prosperity and beacon, from the past life to walk, walk through the change of seasons, walk through the wind and clouds, walk through the vicissitudes of the sea and the world, the pen for peace. Behind each paragraph of light as water, it seems to hide a certain story, some kind of sadness, or someone's eyes and the outline of the years. Those gradually old time like a pot of aged daughter red, the more precipitation more flavor, sweet and mellow.
Like in the noisy world, in the prosperity and despair of the meandering, in the back and forth of the chapter, in the flat and oblique words in the dance. Dance today and tomorrow's long years, dance young blood and pulse, a person dance a red dust, dance a period of years. I don't know who's dream those words will provoke, whose heart will be wet with those tears, and I don't know who's 'soul' is hurt by those whispers, and that mottled sorrow all over the place, perhaps, there will always be a person who understands, and can be encountered in a certain section of the story.
Often, what we need is just a stage, even if there is no audience, no one recognized, no one to accompany, but also to dance out of their own life without distractions. Because every moment of life is a performance, a person's dance is the most noble gesture to the world.
Three
The look of life
Finally, I am looking forward to my son's vacation, although the days of accompanied by the study of the quiet, but homesickness is always occupied by the thought of the high ground, looking at the direction of the home will always breed a trace of frustration.
Hubby drove to pick us up, and on the way there was a little bit of a jump, and he kept calculating his own little plan, going back to do this and that, and every day seemed to be full of me, afraid of not having enough time to use it. My son said meaningfully, this day ...... I glared at him, what? He smiled wryly, not so bad. He is relatively quiet, usually no special hobbies, always say I am busy all day long blind folding, sometimes I am very puzzled, want him to have more hobbies, the result he said that life is not love. I said, get out, you so little on the life of love, we are still living a strong it. Then he laughed and laughed.
The first thing I did when I got home was to walk around the garden. The lamb has grown taller and thinner, gentle and quiet, eating grass unhurriedly, looking at me shyly, I want to hug it, but found it is already very heavy. The vegetables in the garden are growing vigorously, the green eggplant is shy with a big belly, round and oily, the purple eggplant is much slimmer and elegant. There are several kinds of tomatoes, red, yellow, big, small, the most delicious to be the ball of persimmons, break open, all the sand, the texture, sour. The long bean curls, flower bean curls, old sow's ear bean curls are hanging all over the shelf, like the fringe of the corner of the coat, it's very nice to see. The shelf full of lettuce melon, gourd crazy like climbing up, mindlessly climbing, in mid-air swing, that kind of high above, overbearing stance to let the cabbage and radish this envy and jealousy hate ah. Lycium barbarum is also ripe, not yet red, hiding in the corner without saying anything, the usual low-key not publicized. Plums, sand nuts, small apple face red red, purple purple, mouth rippling with intoxicating smile, heavy pressure bent the branches. The seeds sown in the spring are now fruitful, and a sense of fulfillment arises. Magpies chirp in the poplar tree, and the chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs in the backyard run around happily, stealing vegetables from the garden from time to time. Because of the heavy rainfall the other day, the pond is full of water, and it has become a paradise for ducks, watching them jump into the water with a hoot and a holler, the scene is also quite spectacular. Take the basket, only a moment's effort, will be picked full of greens, and picked up a bunch of eggs, dinner is sumptuous.
After dinner, go to the square to dance, friends said, everyone is dressed in costume to greet you. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots, and you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
The feeling of going home is solid and stable, the night of the countryside is quiet and peaceful, without the noise of the county vehicles, the night sleep is particularly sweet. Four o'clock in the morning on time to get up and run, walking for more than a month, corn more than one person high, a glimpse of the green screen like a dream; rice is also the eye-catching green dress changed into a light yellow jacket, more and more mature flavor. The air in the countryside is always comfortable and cozy, but I got up too early, and there were very few people practicing in the morning, which made me feel a little bit uneasy.
After eating breakfast, doing housework, organizing the store, even by the husband secretly photographed into a small video, sent to the circle of friends to have a moment. There is no customer gap to the door of the flower pool weeding, not at home these days, flowers grow crazy, grass grow crazy. The morning passed without me realizing it. At noon, the husband and son to improve the food, wipe sweat hand wash soup, perhaps the human fireworks is the most warm and satisfied, the kind of happy to know the life of the peaceful flow between, the day will be vivid.
In the afternoon, I learned a new dance, we are looking forward to the moon like a star waiting for me to come back, I naturally can not live up to expectations. They were sweating profusely as they danced around, but it was not a bad time.
When I got home at night, I saw the splendor of the water hyacinth in front of the door, and I couldn't help but have a whim. I invited my friends to pick the petals, and then I picked some leaves of the hemp fruit and prepared to dye my nails. Like when I was a child, I mashed the petals and put a little alum, and the two women were as careful as children, dyeing their nails with great care. Ultimately, due to improper operation, the nails are not well dyed, fingers and toes have become red, and it took a lot of effort to wash off. My son saw our teeth and claws look, can not help but laugh: make, a day is to make. He gave him a fierce gouge, I would like, love to do what. Hey, the son sighed. This little kid always laughs at me for not growing up, and I laughed with my friend crooked on the bed.
Hubby in the other room karaoke, and then excitedly play to us mother and son to listen to, we do not comment on it, but he is self-conscious, the son stifled laughter, his eyebrows have a lively look. I organize my bookcase, one by one, after categorization, put two bottles of chic with the scent of small flowers, the elegance and the aroma of books will be overflowing out. Take out the pen and paper, write down the beloved words, a word of warmth, a sentence of love, in the texture of life, to find the life of the plain and wonderful.
French writer Thackeray said: life is a mirror, you smile at him, he will also smile at you, you cry at him, he will cry at you. Life is plain and simple, like a cup of water, colorless and tasteless, sweetened with sugar, salted with salt, the key depends on how you season it. What kind of mentality you use to face life, life will return to you a different state. Life is that round of the sun, east rise and west fall, day after day, year after year, it is not biased, not increase or decrease, it is good or not, depending on the look in your eyes, that is the soul of the refraction and the precipitation of the years, and the time related.
Like San Mao's paragraph: the years are extremely beautiful, in its inevitable passage, spring flowers, autumn, summer, winter snow. If you bloom, the breeze will come. The so-called best life, may not be fresh clothes, flames and flowers, there may be the occasional boredom, quarrels, split up; there are more trivial chicken hair, firewood, rice, oil and salt, rules and regulations, it does not have a bombardment, only a long flow of water, but can be polished out of the daily mediocrity in the poetic and happy, in the corners of the eyes and eyebrows carving out a clear wind and bright moon, in the words of the search for the mountain high and watery, the life is also necessarily The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Perhaps the only way to grind life to your liking is to love it.