Appreciation of Happiness Prose Close to the Earth

My friend has a piece of land in the country, exactly his eldest brother's land, because his eldest brother went to work in the south with his family a few years ago, and the land was in shortage. He felt it was a pity that it was deserted, so he took it and planted it himself. Every weekend recently, he will drive back to the countryside and do farm work in the fields. Because after the shock, the fields need to be ploughed. When I am free, I will follow him, breathe the fresh air in the countryside and have a close contact with nature.

His land is near the reservoir. And this reservoir was contracted by his brother. There is also a forest near the library. On the edge of the forest, there is a small tile house. A few years ago, his brother lived here, raised fish in the reservoir and planted some melons and vegetables in the field beside the reservoir. There are houses, fields, water and trees. This is a small manor. I said to my friend enviously, you are really amazing and have become a manor owner. He listens to music.

Farming is a physical activity. He rented a walking tractor from the village and plowed it all morning. Some corners can't be plowed, so you need to use a planer. My friend and I took off our coats, each with a head and an arm, and planed bit by bit. Although tired and sweaty, I feel comfortable.

Spring breeze is a naughty child, fondling our cheeks, itchy. Flying in the sky, I don't know what bird it is, singing for us for free, and the song is melodious. Magpies in the Woods fly by us from time to time, sometimes landing only a few feet away from us, watching us work curiously.

The newly turned soil has a faint earthy smell. I sniffed greedily. Simply take off your shoes, stand on the soft soil and kiss the earth with your feet. Living in the city for a long time should be grounded. After planing all corners, my friends and I were so tired that we sat on the ground, panting, tired and happy.

After finishing the work, it's time to play. I sat down on the big bluestone beside the reservoir, took out my fishing rod and started fishing. The fish in the barn are all lobular fish, mostly palm-sized, but the taste is pure and beautiful. After washing the fish, friends put some seasonings such as onion and shredded ginger, and put them in a small alcohol pot to stew slowly. After a while, the fragrance was overflowing.

After eating this picnic beautifully, I burped. My friend contentedly pointed to the land under his feet and planned what to plant, such as planting peanuts here, sweet potatoes there and vegetables there. We talked like this, as if the land was green and a bumper harvest was coming.

Planting the seeds of hope and then waiting for the happy harvest is the happiness of farming. This process of land is also a process of close contact with nature. I forget who said it: the happiness index of modern people depends on the time he spends with his family and the time he spends in contact with nature.

Haizi said: "From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world;" From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers. "

Maybe we can't travel around the world, maybe we don't have a house facing the sea, but we can be close to the soil, care about food and vegetables, and we can also be happy people.

Concealed property

I once read a book called Hidden Wealth, which tells the story of an American:

Two brothers who immigrated to the United States from Germany, 1845, came to new york to make a living. The two brothers feel that life is very difficult, so they discuss how to live. As an immigrant, my brother used to have a skill. When he was in Germany, kimchi was very good. My brother is too young to know anything. My brother said that it is too difficult for us foreigners to survive in a city like new york. I will go to California. I can grow vegetables and continue to cook my kimchi. My younger brother thought, I don't have any skills anyway, so I just decided to stay in new york, work during the day and study at night. He studies geology and metallurgy.

My brother came to a village in California, where there was very cheap land, so he bought Chinese cabbage and used it to pickle pickles when it matured. My brother is very diligent. He grows vegetables and pickles every day to support his family. Four years later, my brother graduated from college and came to California to visit his brother. The elder brother asked the younger brother, "What do you have now?" The younger brother said, "I have nothing but a diploma." My brother said, "You'd better do it with me. I'll show you my vegetable field. "

In the vegetable field, my brother squatted down to look at the vegetables, then pulled the soil under the vegetables, looked there for a long time, went into the house, took a washbasin, filled it with water, and washed the soil clean in handfuls.

He found some golden shiny metal scraps under the washbasin. Then, he raised his head in surprise, looked at his brother, sighed and said, "Brother, do you know? You grow cabbage in a gold mine! "

In fact, there are too many times when we are enjoying the stable order brought by life.

We have never jumped out of our existing experience system and asked: Can I live in another way? Is it possible to make my skills more useful?

Today we often mention a very fashionable word, called core competitiveness. In fact, each of us should ask ourselves: What is my core competitiveness?

The so-called core competitiveness is unrepeatable and unique. In today's era, there is no best, only unique.

If a gourd grows small, it can be used as a gourd ladle. It is useful. A tree is very small. It can be used to make tables and chairs. It is useful. When a gourd grows to its maximum, it doesn't need to be broken. You can float in the rivers and seas like a swimming ring, which is still useful. When a tree grows to its maximum, it can provide shelter from the wind and rain, which is also useful. One should never be jealous of others. You question your heart and ask: What is my core competitiveness? What am I irreplaceable?

Wander around

Literally, vagrancy and vagrancy are all things on your feet. One doesn't know which direction his feet are going, and the other walks around. Actually, it's all about the heart.

Wandering is because you are in a dilemma or at a loss in your choice, or it may be because of unknown expected results; Wandering is the peace after making the right choice.

In chess, the wanderer is always indecisive, and the wanderer is always on top.

The wanderer's heart is shrouded in clouds; The clouds are light and the wind is light in the hearts of wanderers.

The eyes of a wanderer are often sad, and the face of a wanderer is always smiling.

Spring is blooming, and the wanderer is not out of winter; The snow is blowing, but the wandering people have stepped into the past.

Wanderers show difficulties and setbacks in front of them; What the wanderer sees is infinite scenery.

Wanderers are struggling, and the road ahead is vast; Those who drift step by step bloom all the way.

When you are wandering, you are accepting the test of life; When you are wandering, you are experiencing your inner carnival.

People who don't wander are pale and light; Life without vagrancy is unbearable and painful.

"I sang. The moon encourages me and I dance. After My Shadow Falls, it conveys the loneliness that can't be solved by drinking alone with Yue's family: "You can wander around freely", which shows that you can get rid of the indifference of vulgar people enjoying the scenery in the garden.

"The ship I'm waiting for hasn't come yet, and the people I'm waiting for don't understand." I saw an infatuated child waiting for love by the water. Because of love, everything is happy. Starting from love, a heart will no longer wander.

If you have a dream, wandering is only a temporary thing. Dreams come true, and naturally they will gradually enter the realm of wandering. Wandering will only make people more confused and even go to nothingness.

Wandering is because I can't see clearly and can't let go; Wandering is because I can see clearly and let go.

Afraid of the wind and rain of life and the bumpy road, you will only see hills and valleys in your eyes; After life experience and maturity, there are mountains, rivers and valleys in my heart.

Losers envy successful people who wander around; Winners understand wandering losers.

Vagrancy should be accumulation and reflection, a process of using wisdom and an inevitable prelude to vagrancy; Wandering is sublimation, flying over, the process of enjoying wisdom and the best result of wandering.

The father who picked up the steamed bread

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At the age of sixteen, I was admitted to the best high school in the county. It is said that being admitted to this school is equivalent to entering the university with one foot. My father was overjoyed and urged me to go to college so that I wouldn't have to farm in the office in the future.

Just then, a relative of my family in the county is moving to the provincial capital. They want my dad to look after the house, and they also suggest that raising pigs in the county is a way to get rich, because there are many people in the county and the consumption level is high, which is definitely better than the price sold in the countryside. My father readily agreed. First, it's really a good idea. Second, he can take care of me in the county.

After I studied in high school for a semester, my father also set up a pigsty in the county and bought piglets. I usually stay at school and go to my father's for the night on Saturday to help him take care of the pigs, so that he can make time to go home and push the feed.

The pigs are getting bigger and bigger, and the feed at home has long been eaten up, and the feed given to our family by relatives is also decreasing. Buy feed, but can't get money. My father is worried all day.

I am worried about my eyebrows and my heart, but there is nothing I can do. One day when I went to the canteen to cook, I found many students throwing steamed buns and pouring vegetables. It suddenly occurred to me that it would be good to pick these things up and feed them to pigs.

When I went back to tell my dad, he patted his thigh happily and said it was a good idea. The next day, he went to pick up steamed bread and leftovers.

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I was secretly pleased that I had solved a difficult problem for my father, but I didn't realize that it would bring me endless troubles. My father's black headscarf, dirty clothes and rough hands immediately became the object of many classmates' teasing. They put insulting nicknames such as "Beggars' Sect Leader" and "Black Eraser" on their father's head.

I am a child who came out of a mountain village. I'm not afraid of hard conditions, I'm not afraid of falling pain, I'm afraid of being discriminated against by others. Fortunately, my classmates don't know it's my dad yet, so I try to avoid my dad. No matter when he comes, I will stay away from him.

But my fear of being seen through and discriminated against by others is growing. Finally, one day I said to my father, "Dad, don't go. Don't let others know the joke I ... "

The joy on my father's face suddenly disappeared. In the dark night, only my father's cigarette pan was flashing. After a long time, my father said, "I'd better go!" " It's just that we didn't say hello to you these days, and the pigs have gained weight, so we can't go without food. "

My tears can't help falling. I'm sorry, dad, I really love you, but you just pick up steamed bread at school, I'm afraid of being looked down upon by others!

In the following days, my father continued to pick up his steamed bread, and I read silently and lived a quiet life. I often see my father staring blankly at the bulletin board posting my grades. Fortunately, my grades are among the best, which can comfort my father, I think.

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1in the winter of 996, my final exam results ranked in the top three in my grade, and I also published many articles, which made me famous at once. There will be a parent-teacher meeting in the class, and the teacher said, "Let your father come."

My heart suddenly cooled, and I can't imagine how others would laugh at me when they knew that the man with steamed bread was my father. When I came home with snowflakes all over the sky, I said to my father, "Dad, don't go. I told the teacher that you are sick ... "

Father's face was ugly, but he didn't say anything after all.

The next day, I braved the heavy snow to get to school and sat in the classroom. The parent-teacher conference began, applause and laughter continued, but I was always dull and indifferent. Dad, why are you a farmer, picking up steamed bread in our school?

I didn't want to listen to the conversation between the teacher and the parents, and looked out of the window at will. Oh, my God, my father, who picked up the steamed bread, is standing outside the classroom, listening meticulously to the conversation between the teacher and the parents. His black cotton-padded jacket is covered with thick snow.

My tears suddenly welled up. I rushed out of the classroom, pulled my father in and said to the teacher, "This is my father." Suddenly applause thundered. ...

On the way back, my father also carried two barrels of steamed bread and vegetables. Father said, "You don't need to feel inferior. Discrimination by others is temporary. As long as you work hard, others have it, and we will have it ourselves. "

Since then, the students have never made fun of their father again, and they have consciously poured the rest of the food into his father's big iron bucket.

/kloc-in the golden autumn of 0/997, my father sent me to the provincial capital to study at university. Our country people's clothes are so eye-catching in the colorful campus, but I am as calm as water and have no fear of being laughed at. I understand that discrimination is always inevitable in this world, and the key is to respect yourself. As my father said, "being discriminated against by others is temporary, man." As long as we work hard, others have it, and we will have it ourselves. "

Decorate a home

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When Liang Xiao arrived at the scene, he found that the whole thing had not been solved at all, because as soon as he entered the room, an old lady's voice came from the room: "Get out! Or I'll pee! " Only then did he say, "Obasan, this is the TV station ..." A glass jar had flown out, smashed at his feet, and a foul smell followed.

He fled outside the house to make a cell phone call. Unexpectedly, after the phone was connected, the producer also swore: "You deserve it! Didn't I tell the production designer to find the captain before I went? Stupid! "

Fortunately, the village in this mountainous area is not big. Walking, I saw someone weeding in the garden in the distance, yelling at each other from a distance, and Liang Xiao had found the village head.

When Li Chang took him to that place again, Liang Xiao carefully observed the surrounding scenery. He found that most of the fields he looked up to were overgrown with weeds, and the scattered houses were either abandoned or in disrepair, or the doors were locked, which completely conformed to the description in the script: a depressed small village with serious immigration and only a few elderly people living alone or living alone.

Chang Li told Liang Xiao that the main reason why he suggested to the producer to use the scene of the old lady's house was: "You pay a little rent, so that the old lady can have some money in her pocket, and you can use it if necessary ... It is also a merit!"

He said that the old lady's fate was very bumpy: Mr. Wang was a miner in his early years, and his lungs began to fail in his fifties, but he died before he was sixty; My son was a truck driver and was very filial, but he died in a car accident a few years ago.

The daughter-in-law took the insurance money and left with her grandson, and everyone in the village scolded her. Instead, the old lady spoke for her daughter-in-law, saying that it would be good for her grandson-"Go to the city to study higher, so that you won't trade your life for food like your grandpa and dad!"

In recent years, the old lady has been running around in various construction sites, making a living by cooking three meals for others; I didn't come back until I was in poor health a few years ago and lived on the government's minimum living allowance.

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Accompanied by the Commander-in-Chief, Liang Xiao finally entered the stinking room and met the old lady who almost lived in the ruins.

She is over seventy years old, pale and thin, with gray hair and messy hair. Her legs seem to have exhausted their strength and she can only move within a limited range by walking iron frames. Perhaps because of this, she concentrated all the necessities of life and things that she thought were valuable inside and outside the room, including gas stoves, dishes, pots and pans, and a swan-shaped toilet for children.

However, when she saw Liang Xiao, she smiled kindly and apologized to him, saying that young people's voices were rarely heard in the village. Before that, several young people came to her house. As a result, "it seems that everyone has taken medicine, either stealing or robbing, and even the iron gate has been unplugged for me!"

The captain asked her, "What weapon did you use to get rid of the boy?"

"A can of pickled vegetables that has not been eaten is moldy only after eating it in the morning." She said with a little regret, "I'm going to be beaten by Lei Gong!" "

Liang Xiao returned to the production team that night, and the producer came over and said, "Did you fall into the toilet?" Why do you smell like urine? "But before Liang Xiao could answer, the producer was called away again, because the actress who was going to play the disabled elderly living alone seemed crazy. Liang Xiao heard her say loudly at the other end of the office, "Isn't this style destructive? "Come on, you're fooling around like this. Do you still want my image?"

Perhaps reminded by the word "image", Liang Xiao suddenly felt that the actor was nothing like the role she wanted to play from the inside out. If nothing else, that face is not realistic at all-the old lady's face has real traces of life, like a monument; Everyone can see that the actress's face used to be spent on leather, but now it is "accelerated depreciation" and gradually collapses, like an abandoned artificial landscape.

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A few days later, when Liang Xiao took the landscape master to the site for evaluation, the old lady had been transferred to a homestay in the next village for temporary residence, and the key was still on her.

The people in the hotel seem to help her wash and dress gently, and they are in a fresh and bright room, so compared with a few days ago, the old lady is completely different. At this moment, she is like the lifelike grandmother we saw in reality or memory before.

After she handed the key to Liang Xiao, she suddenly took his hand and said, "Don't you eat? You have no meat on your hand! " Then there is a long list of nagging, saying that young people on the construction site used to be like this, "regardless of food." Then she said there was a jar of pickles she cooked in the room. "You can take it out and cook it with three layers of meat. Just heat it when you want to eat it." She also said: "There is a can of bean curd brain on the second floor of the cupboard. It is delicious. You can have porridge for breakfast. If it's not too much trouble, you can crush it and buy some chicken wings to marinate together. Do you know? "

After leaving his host family, Liang Xiao suddenly stopped at the roadside and burst into tears. The scenery designer asked for a long time, but Liang Xiao said that he only thought of his grandmother in Yongjing, Changhua.

Liang Xiao said that every time she went back to Yongjing, grandma moved out a bunch of bottles and cans, and she didn't stop until she filled the trunk of the car. She will also carefully explain to her parents which bottles and cans she has specially made and what she eats. ...

"But," Liang suddenly raised his voice and said, "You know what? My parents don't eat those things at all! Don't think those things are healthy, throw them all into the garbage truck during the year-end cleaning! It doesn't matter. When grandma called to say hello, they even lied to her and said,' Enjoy it! Even friends are reluctant to give it to us! "I think ... we are too cheap! Don't you think? "

Only by opening your heart can you live a valuable life.

Our society will subtly send a lot of information to girls, for example, girls should not be too ostentatious and too strong, girls should be kind and sensible, and they should put family first. China's traditional culture has created the mainstream values in today's society. No matter how rebellious a girl is, it is impossible not to consider these and not care about the feelings of her parents and others.

I am lucky, because my parents are a rebellious generation, which gave me a free and unassuming growth environment, so that later I found that I have nothing in common with many traditional girls around me, and my best friend will always be a naughty boy. I remember the days when I went out to play with my friends every day. I don't like shopping, doing my hair and gossiping like other girls. I am even more intoxicated with endless chatting with friends, traveling far, listening to other people's stories, talking about my dreams and thinking, "What are we going to do in the future?" Perhaps it is this personality that gave me my family and career today. I don't care much about whether I am successful in the eyes of others, but what I have now gives me a great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. I owe it to my parents, who gave me this independent personality.

In my eyes, men and women are different, and this difference is still great, especially in personality characteristics and ways of thinking. But for an independent personality, there is no difference between men and women. Every girl must first be an independent "person". No tilt, no tilt. Have your own happiness, don't tie happiness and pain to another person.

There are also some girls around me who are lovelorn, their families have changed, or they are unemployed and heartbroken, as if the whole world has stopped turning. The girl who is prone to fall into this kind of mood is not because you have met the worst thing in the world, but because she has no independent personality and is empty.

I was depressed for a long time because of the work accident, and even my body showed physical symptoms at that time. Later, I slowly studied, read books and traveled. Standing at the seaside of the Cape of Good Hope, facing the endless sea, I suddenly feel small and powerless. Sometimes, it's not that the blow is too big, but that you are not strong enough. When your heart begins to be colorful, your courage will gradually overcome your anxiety, and losing nothing will not knock you down.

If I may, I'd like to give two suggestions to girls now. First, you should have dreams all your life. Dreams belong not only to an ignorant and fearless childhood, but also to a person who wants to make amazing achievements. Dreams belong to everyone, especially girls. Pursuing dreams is an important manifestation of loving yourself. If you really want to do something, try it bravely and live a value for yourself. To love yourself is not only to care for your body, but also to care for your mind. After finding this independent power, you will become the winner of your career and love. Second, there is a spirit called: whatever, throw caution to the wind! There is no denying that where we live, women may have more shackles than men. When you are afraid to do what you want to do, please go out and zero the painful experience of Zhang San and Li Si. Don't always use your brain to analyze the probability of success or failure, ask yourself if your heart is enough. If you want it enough, you will come up with 10 thousand ways to do it yourself Make up your mind to do it! The power after deciding to "fight" is completely invisible when you hesitate. Finally, live a natural and unrestrained life and never worry about not being feminine. God made you a woman. You must have tenderness, kindness, sexiness and wisdom in your bones. You can also bravely take them out with the spirit of throwing caution to the wind. Believe in yourself, you are a perfect woman! Only by bravely opening your heart can you live a valuable life.