Nothing: when I was studying, I often heard the teacher praise a classmate's talent and intelligence, and I was envious. I have to redouble my efforts. When I was a student, I had no special skills or hobbies except studying. It's not that I don't want to, but that everyone else has a certain talent, and I don't, unconditionally participate in various interest classes. When the pressure of study and work is so great that it almost occupies the whole body and mind, I don't think life is boring, but it really means simple and happy things. But once you become a leisure person, how to pass the time becomes a problem. Look around. Most older people do housework, take a walk, play cards and watch plays. Then there are fishing, flower cultivation, chess playing and square dancing. Younger people, playing games, raising meat, chasing idols, etc. These interests don't need talent, but for me, there are some things I don't like and some things I don't like. Even if I like them, I only need a little time, which is far from enough to feed this monster. Being able to indulge in one of the interests probably requires talent and cultivation from an early age. I don't have any of these, but I know exactly what I want Self-analysis can only be serious and persistent. Why not apply this seriousness and persistence to hobbies? That's what I think and do. The first thing I tried was yoga. Because I think there needs to be a sport to stick to, and health is always the first. Poor physical condition, stiff body. There are often some gestures that only I can't do in the class, and some can barely do it, but they can't. Looking at those students who are born with good physical conditions, they are both soft and powerful. I envy them, but I am not discouraged. I insist on having three classes a week and have time to continue practicing at home. Up to now, my self-feeling has made great progress, and I also have the feeling of enjoying it. This gives me a little confidence. Even if I have no talent, I can persist and cultivate my interest.
Little joy: life is trivial day after day, but there is no lack of little joy. Early this morning, I carried two barrels of mountain spring water from the mountain, rode my bike halfway to the vegetable market to buy food, parked my car and put my keys in my trouser pocket. I found that the paper money and half a pack of napkins were half exposed, but they didn't fall to the ground. What a close call! Maybe the napkin was wrapped in a smooth plastic bag, and the trouser pocket was very shallow. I scraped the pocket all the way by bike, but I didn't lose it. Good luck! Although I don't have much money on me, if I lose it, I will blame myself for being careless, not buying delicious food by the way, spending more time and worrying. Almost losing it without losing it brings me little happiness. There is another such coincidence. Just yesterday morning when I was about to go out, I looked for my bike key, but I couldn't find where I might put it. I thought, oh, no, it's unlocked? I haven't ridden it for three days. I put it in the hallway outside the garage. Maybe it has disappeared long ago. I hurried downstairs to have a look, but it was still there? ! The key is here, too. It's a surprise that no thieves patronize. You know, the neighbor's car in the aisle is often stolen, and sometimes it just goes upstairs to eat and then disappears, as if there were thieves waiting there. Fortunately, I was not stolen this time. If it's stolen, I won't buy another one, because the public bicycle is also convenient, but it's not as light and easy to ride as my own car, and it will definitely hurt for a while. I'm glad to see the car still there! When you park your bike, you will lock it conveniently. This habit is sometimes forgotten. I hope good luck will accompany you for a long time!
Housewives. I have been boarding at my husband's house since marriage, and there are almost no fireworks in the kitchen. A housewife in name, but nothing in fact. The elderly at home are getting older and older, and the level of saving money is also rising. The cooking has long been tasteless, but we are used to making do with it. It was not until one day that a good friend saw my son who was like a bamboo pole and said that I was too incompetent as a mother that I made up my mind to cook by myself.
My mother is so capable that ordinary vegetables and cakes can't beat her. I should have some genes, so I quickly learned simple home cooking, and it was more delicious than my mother-in-law's. This is my son's comment. I don't think it's technical. I earned the capital. I bought all the expensive ingredients. Of course it's delicious In fact, I don't know much about the freshness of ingredients, and I often can't tell good from bad. I just think it's always right to choose expensive ones, but I always spend more money than others. I also comfort myself that it is not a high-end delicacy, and I don't have much money. The son agreed, "how much can it cost to eat?" Of course you should eat something better. " This is a tradition in our family, which emphasizes eating well in food and clothing.
After a while, the son said, "Mom just cooks, but she can't cook." I think so, too. In my heart, I only regard cooking as the unshirkable responsibility of housewives. I'm not interested in cooking, and of course I won't spend much time. When you can cook three meals a day, you can also change things and stop from now on.
Bottles and cans also matter. I don't like cooking very much, but I like fiddling with the bottles and jars in the kitchen, and I often change them into new ones to make myself happy and add a little love to the kitchen, so that I can stay longer. I don't know when I got into the habit of collecting empty bottles and cans. When I see something beautiful, exquisite and usable, I will keep it, like a careful good housewife. For this series, whether the bottles and cans are beautiful is one of the conditions when choosing food. The bottle should be glass, transparent and textured, and it is safe to hold food. When you go to the supermarket and see beautiful bottled food, you will pay more attention, just like a boy sees a beautiful woman. If the bottle is really attractive, it won't be moved away. Even if the contents in the bottle are unnecessary, you should find a reason to convince yourself to buy it. Whether it is cost-effective or not has long been forgotten. For the sake of bottles, I often make things in bottles, such as canned fruits, and hardly eat them. I think eating fresh fruit is far from enough, but for the bottle. I bought barley tea online that day, and one of the reasons for choosing that one was that the bottle was beautiful enough. I thought it could be used to hold Lycium barbarum in the future, and gardenia could be inserted after removing the cork, so I placed an order in a beautiful imagination.
Of course, beautiful things are sometimes boring. Since it is not beautiful, it should be eliminated. They are already worth their money, so there is no need to take care of themselves. Therefore, it is necessary to keep collecting, so that those bottles and cans can be replaced at any time, so that the kitchen can also make people shine and be happy!
I've heard of sour plum soup, but I haven't drunk it. I remember that one summer, under the roadside pavilion, sour plum soup was served free of charge. At that time, there were no disposable paper cups, only a few coarse pottery bowls were shared. I want to taste it, but I can't afford the bowl that others just drank. I just watched passers-by go in and drink. I just imagined the smell. It should be a little sour. It will quench your thirst. Sour plum soup is all I know. In summer, my mother's homemade cold drinks are usually cream and mung bean soup, and she never makes sour plum soup. Neighbors don't have this habit When I become a real housewife, my mother must have made it first. I never thought about making sour plum soup, but my son said it was good to drink it often in summer at school. How can a mother not care about her son's mind? As long as I have time, I can check the formula and production steps of sour plum soup online, then go to the Chinese pharmacy to get the medicine according to the prescription and go home to make it. I can try many times, but I can't reach the taste and color sold outside. Maybe people have secret recipes and unique skills, but I don't. Some just choose raw materials, mix them with mountain spring water and cook them in a casserole. Later, I thought there was another possibility. It was added outside, and there was a homemade original flavor. Maybe this is its original flavor. Merchants are profit-seeking, always selling the appearance and taste first, and what I want is zero addition, drinking healthier! With this in mind, the sour plum soup is ready.
Happiness is always in imagination. In dog days, when I see the workers working in the scorching sun, I will think of the past. My hometown is in the countryside, and the summer vacation of students is the peak season for harvesting early rice, so all the laborers in the family should take part in harvesting. Although I am not even half of the workforce, and my neighbors at that time have regarded me as a person who will "eat national food" in the future, my parents, brothers and sisters don't ask me to work in the fields, but I don't want to stay at home and enjoy watching them work hard, so I can work in the fields with my father. I can always help. The farm work I remember most clearly is cutting rice. Under the scorching sun, I wore a straw hat, barefoot, bent, with a rice handle in my left hand and a sickle in my right. I had to straighten up and rest for a while, only to see my father "swish" and quickly cut off a big piece, and my sisters and brothers left me far away. I also want to work hard, cut quickly and help, but I can't! Even if I can't help much, I insist, because I feel the comfort of my father, and his beloved little daughter is sensible and willing to share his hard work! It takes about a week to harvest early rice. I follow the fields every day and endure the bites of flying insects and scratches on rice awns. His back was scorched by the scorching sun, and his predecessor was sweating like rain. If I don't have time to wipe, my eyes will get excited. After only a week, I got a tan. After cutting rice, my father didn't want me to do the rest of the farm work. Let me study hard. Lying in bed at night, I thought about it many times. How happy people in the city are! Sitting in the office working. Maybe the city people at that time were not as happy as I thought. In fact, studying at that time was very hard and stressful, but I didn't think it was too hard.
The hard work of cutting rice has always remained in my memory, and now I have become the kind of person I admired at that time, but I didn't feel so happy. The distress, pressure, competition and challenge from work have weakened my original happiness.
People sometimes imagine happiness that they don't get or can't get at all. How wonderful it is! When I have it, I feel so much that I don't know how to be happy slowly.
Lose yourself. I have been practicing yoga for nearly two years and have contacted more than a dozen yoga instructors. Their respective demonstration postures are beautiful, but few of them are good at teaching, especially those with hard bodies. When one of the coaches first came, everyone didn't like her because her language ability was weak, her speech was blunt and exaggerated, and sometimes her words didn't convey her meaning. High requirements, tired in class. After a period of running-in, I gradually got used to it. I still think she is quite good, especially suitable for me with a hard body. Because she is diligent in hands-on instruction in class, she not only demonstrates and explains the theory, but also communicates with students before and after class. Although I am a little tired from her class, I have made great progress. Later, I felt that she was changing and becoming "soft". In order to cater to everyone's tastes, she kept saying that "this course will not make everyone tired", which really lowered the requirements. She is no longer tired in class, even if it is fitness yoga, it is just a "dragonfly water", so she is not the original one.
Courses are featured, such as Yin Yoga, Body Yoga, Dance Yoga, etc. The coach has special skills, such as explanation in place, guidance in place, basic and difficult posture. Is this not good? Rich and colorful. Students' age, physical condition and adaptability are different, and courses and coaches have their own characteristics, which can provide a variety of choices.
Some time ago, I don't know what happened. The coach lost himself and the stadium lost its characteristics. Body-shaping yoga class is almost stale, the class is not intense, and young students are confused. Recently, the styles of the two classes have only found the original feeling. Aerobic exercise first, then relax the foam shaft, and then strengthen the posture locally. After a class, enough exercise and cold sweat! A student once said, "This is what you want!" I thought the same thing.
Enthusiastic elder sister. Driven by habit, I want to climb the mountain in the morning and pick up two barrels of mountain spring water by the way. I thought I might not be able to reach the mountain spring, because of the continuous high temperature, after a week, the mountain spring will be cut off or smaller. Since I'm going to climb the mountain, I'm still carrying a bucket. The sweetness of the mountain spring is irresistible!
I chose to go today because I am afraid that more people will pick up the scenery tomorrow and the weekend after tomorrow. Since you are free, enjoy it! In order to avoid the morning rush of the mountain spring team, I set off around 7: 30. Those early birds, carrying buckets of mountains and rivers across the mountain path every day, are in high spirits and enjoy it. And I don't want to be crowded and busy, just want to relax. Choosing this time to go up the mountain, there are few people on the mountain road, which is exactly what I want. I can listen attentively to the gossip of birds in the forest. Even in hot weather, the breeze on the mountain is cool enough and the weather is quite cooperative, which makes the thin clouds slightly block the scorching sun, resulting in less dazzling and scorching light.
When I arrived at the gazebo in the middle of the mountain, I met my former neighbor. He connected the mountain spring and went down the mountain. He said that I would have to wait two hours to get up at this time. I said that I didn't take the landscape, so I was mentally prepared to walk around the mountain to achieve the purpose of exercise. At this time, three boys came up from behind, one of whom followed closely on my left. Hearing his shortness of breath, he thought he would chase after him. I have been keeping my own rhythm, breathing gently and walking briskly, but they have been following like this without overtaking. I think these boys are about the same age as my son. They must be lacking in exercise. Climbing a mountain shows fatigue.
As usual, I arrived at the water intake point after 23 minutes and saw a long string of empty barrels. There is only one of the two streams left, and it took me five minutes to pick up a bucket of water. I just took one look and turned away. I don't want to wait any longer. When I went to the veranda pavilion and was ready to go down there, there were a group of men and women sitting in the pavilion. They rest and chat here. When they saw me coming with two empty buckets, one of my sisters said, "I'll take you to a place with very good scenery." I thought it was not true, so I smiled and turned to the next rock level. Someone in the pavilion said, "You mean well, but she still doesn't believe me!" "
The elder sister said, "I think it's a pity that she went back with an empty bucket!" " Not far, I can go with her, but she doesn't believe me. "I immediately turned around and said," I am embarrassed to let you accompany me. " She dragged me away, and someone in the pavilion said, "Aren't you afraid that she will tell others where you are stealing water?" "
We walked on a path next to the exhibition hall, and it took us about 2 minutes to get there. She said, "It's just down here. You can't see it standing on the road." We began to climb down the pit, and we needed both hands and feet at this time. Seeing that I am not very agile, my elder sister offered to cross two barrels in my hand. She went to help me pick up the mountain spring, and I followed her slowly down the pit. It turns out that the water intake point is under the boulder in the pit. Someone once laid a water pipe to lead water from a higher mountain to a mountainside. The water pipe here is broken, and someone has found a new water intake point. This place is not only covered with huge pit stones, but also with miscellaneous trees on the shore. You really can't tell when you walk on the road. The elder sister said, "I'm telling you, I'm afraid you won't find it either." "That's for sure!"
So close to the people! There are several schools near my home. I went for a walk at night and saw an empty playground. I have high hopes that it would be great if it could be opened to the outside world! But this is just a pipe dream. All schools do not allow people to enter the campus for management needs, even if they just walk on the playground! Of course, unless you are a faculty member, there are still "back doors", such as acquaintances of the doorman. In order to sneak in, I often wait at the school gate. When I see the automatic door open, I have the cheek to follow. Sometimes the doorman says that he will suffer, and he has to say something like "just go in and walk around, please help". Whether I can go in or not depends on the mood of the doorman.
I met my neighbor who came back from a walk the other night and asked me where I had been exercising. They said they could enter the school playground before 8: 30 in the evening, which is really good news! About a year ago, there was a debate on TV about whether the campus playground should be open to the public. Now this kind of behavior of being close to the people has been implemented in the local area, which is really a blessing for the people.
I went to the nearest elementary school playground for the first time around 7 o'clock last night. Men, women and children, some play basketball and table tennis, some practice doubles and horizontal bar, some run, and of course, most of them walk on the plastic track. Cool breeze, beautiful campus, people exercising, beautiful scenery! I only wanted to walk for half an hour, but I walked for 45 minutes. I'm not tired yet. The pedometer I brought has been shown to cheer for me! That's enough. Leave room. Come again next time.
Home cooking. The son commented: "Mom can only cook, not cook." Cooking pays attention to color, fragrance and taste, but I can only cook, stir-fry and stew simply at home, with a single color and a light taste. Fortunately, family members tend to be light, and their eating habits are mainly vegetables, plus seafood. As long as the ingredients are fresh and of high quality, I can handle it even if I am not a good cook.
Since my son came home, three meals a day can't be healthy first, so I have to take care of his appetite. Because of this, we often have to worry about what to cook today. He said some time ago that he hasn't eaten eel for a long time, which means he wants to eat it, but I am most afraid of snakes, eels and snakeheads. I don't eat them and I don't want to touch them. I said you can order this dish when you go out for dinner. Mom won't do it and dare not touch it. It looks terrible. But my son seldom wants to eat. I really want to satisfy him and make him happy! I went to the vegetable market several times to find eels, but I have been hesitant to buy them. Finally, one day, I saw that the eel vendor was idle, so I chatted with her first and asked if I could clean it and take it back to burn it completely, how to burn it and how much to buy it. Ask everything clearly before buying. It was Baidu before burning. Wash the blood of the eel with light salt water first, and then marinate it with cooking wine and ginger for a few minutes. Stir-fry it first, then put a little oil in the pot, add ginger, garlic, onion, cooking wine, sauce and sugar, stir-fry it with eel for a few times, and then add monosodium glutamate, and it's ready. I didn't expect my son to taste it and say it tastes good! Draw a gourd according to the same pattern and it becomes, so happy! Another home-cooked dish I can cook.