I remember when I was young, when people asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up, I would say a career, and this career would change as I grew older.
When people asked me what I wanted to do in the future when I was a little older, my answer was probably to go to high school, and later to go to university. But it seems that I have never thought about what kind of high school to enter and what kind of university to attend.
After graduating from college, I began to know that I needed a job. What kind of job?
is probably more decent! If you can make money, you can at least support yourself.
Then I started to see more and more people, and the more I heard...
It seems that I also want this and that in other people's mouths. But as I walked slowly, I found that the more I saw and heard, the more I wanted...
There is no end in sight...
Looking back now, from childhood to adulthood, I have always been I have never thought about what kind of person I want to be.
What kind of person do I want to be?
Yes! This is a problem!
then opened up the thick history and looked for the answer devoutly. In the vast history books, those names engraved in genes flash before our eyes.
Am I going to be that person?
probably not!
I am looking for a state of life, right?
The state of life that I want to achieve in my heart, but cannot concretely achieve it.
I probably want to see a picture that can touch the chord in my heart and open the movement of my life. It doesn’t have to be gorgeous, but it can fly.
One day I saw the promotion of the movie " Hide in the Dust ", and I instantly burst into tears.
Movie clip (picture from the Internet)
"Does it look like you planted your footprints in the soil? There will be many footprints... "
What do you feel?
Is that treasure in ordinary life?
Favors that grow in the soil?
Or a joke on life?
...
suddenly realized that there was a missing part in life now. What is
?
has asked this question countless times.
is missing dirt!
maybe.
People who grew up on the land of China, where food is their top priority, have special feelings for the land.
Only when there is soil can we take root.
began to realize that he grew up in the black land of the Northeast. My feet often step on the bare soil, and I speak in a nonchalant manner. Listening to children's songs is like "Returning to a Cup" ( Han Ziping , Dong Wei)...
The picture comes from the Internet
This is also a picture I often saw when I was a child. It's just that the cart might be pulled by an ox, or it might be replaced by a horse. The driver will hum a two-person turn tune, and sometimes whistle.
When I was a child, I loved playing with water!
likes to water in the rain when it rains. When the rain stops, the willow tree in front of the door will sway. The water drops on the willow tree fell down and hit me. Then I would jump away quickly and hit the tree next to me with a bang. Instantly, stars appeared before my eyes! Then I thought to myself: It turns out that this is the feeling of "seeing stars"! Then there was a dull pain in the big bump on my forehead, but I didn't dare to show it.
A lot of stones will be washed up by the swollen river, which are smooth and clean. Whenever it was a sunny afternoon, the little me especially liked to lie on the rocks and look at the sky. The warmth of the sun and the earth is on my back, and the sky is high. The air smells of soil, sunshine, flowers, and crops. I fantasize about becoming that suave knight who travels around the world with his Qinggong skills.
It’s just that I didn’t like dirt very much at that time!
Especially after it rains, the mud will stick to the shoes, which is particularly difficult to remove. I just dream of a day when I don’t have to step on the soil with my feet! That seemed to be my only dream about a state of life at that time.
Later my dream came true!
As long as I don't want to, I can never get my feet wet.
I enjoyed this state of affairs for several years.Listening to the various sounds on the road, looking at the asphalt and traffic signs; listening to the modern melody of high heels in the office building, looking at the frowning blue-collar and white-collar workers; listening to the waves of Pop music, watching one period blockbuster after another; listening to carefully crafted Mandarin , watching the bustling crowd...
Suddenly one day I started to feel so tired, but I could never find out the reason why I was tired.
was lying on the grass one day. The blue sky spreads out in front of you, without end; white clouds float high, light and gentle. The grass beneath me is so soft! My heart blends into the world, resting on that piece of grass, or blending in!
I think my soul probably belongs to the land! A land where you can smell the earth.
The soul that temporarily resides in the city seems to have found its direction.
One day I saw the thousands of lights in the city, and thought that maybe this could replace the stars in the past; one day I saw the charcoal fires at the barbecue stalls on the roadside, and thought that maybe this could replace the smoke from the mountain villages; one day I saw In front of the dilapidated garage, there are racks of grapes and pots of various flowers and plants. Perhaps this can replace the former vegetable garden...
Cities can also have soil, but it may not be everywhere; cities can also have human feelings, but not everyone may have them; There can also be dust and smoke in cities, but it may not be diffuse.
And what about me?
Hidden in the dust and smoke, live in the present moment.
movie poster (picture from the Internet)
is hidden in the film "Into the Dust".
