We cannot see all the snow that falls in a person's life. Everyone spends the winter alone in his or her own life. This is a sentence from the book "One Person's Village".
This sentence reminded me of my own father. A man took care of a hemiplegic wife. He provided three meals a day for eight years, and at the same time he had to discipline me as a child.
In those days, we often didn’t have enough to eat at home, so we often went to relatives’ houses to borrow some grain. My father and I often soaked the grain in water, and then took the stand truck to the flour grinding place to turn it into white flour.
Ever since I had a child and started to think about things from the perspective of a father, I have become more and more aware of the hardships of life. At the same time, I have also felt the limitations of the times and the tricks of fate...
Hometown is a person's shyness, and it is also a person's biggest secret. I hid my hometown behind me and ventured into life alone. Everyone has his own morning in his heart, and when the time comes, he will wake up on his own.
Since I stopped going to school, I left the place where I had lived for more than ten years. At that time, I did not feel that I was working alone. I just felt that I wanted to leave that place and find new hope.
I clearly remember the first time I took a train by myself, the first time I bought a train ticket, and the scene when I went to Zhengzhou alone.
From the beginning, I went back once a year, and sometimes once every two or three years. Gradually, I didn’t want to go back. I was a person without roots. I always felt that my home was wherever I was...
If you look at it many years later, people who ride fast horses and people who sit on the back of an ox and walk slowly will return to the village in the same old age. They age at the same rate. Time doesn't care how fast or slow anyone runs.
I never thought about death before. I always felt young and never thought about aging. I always felt that the future is long and the people around me will always be there.
Every time I go home for the New Year, I hear that the old man has died, and there are also young people who have been killed by driving. Many diseases are getting younger and younger now, until my father actually passed away. I seem to wake up from that dream, the dream that I don't want to wake up from, but I will wake up when the time comes...
The home in a person's heart is not just a house of one's own, but a life spent in this house for many years. Although this house is low, old and impoverished, the golden and precious life plots filled in every corner of the house are only shared by you and your family and cannot be seen by others. When you walk into this house, you will immediately realize: you are home. Even if you have been away from home for many years and come back again after being reincarnated, you will never forget the way back to this home.
Regarding my understanding of home, since I came to the city, I have been stuck in the stage of buying a house. I always thought that renting a house is not my own home, just like a child living in someone else's house. Although I have a place to live, I still cannot settle down.
In fact, buying a house is nothing more than 70-year property rights . It is not clear whether the house can be lived in for 70 years. From this perspective, there is actually no difference between buying a house and renting a house.
In fact, in terms of living experience, the house you buy can be designed and decorated according to your own preferences, and you will not encounter various restrictions on renting a house. In fact, now it is just a relatively larger scope of authority!
I have lived in the city for so many years, but I have never had the same sense of belonging as in my hometown. Now the houses in my hometown no longer have the memories of my childhood. They have all changed. The roads have been built with cement roads, and the big trees on both sides of the road are gone. My hometown is an unrecognizable place, and the people there are no longer the same people as before.
I can’t find a sense of presence in the city. I don’t know where the sun rises and sets every day. The four seasons have nothing to do with my life. I only saw the leaves turning green and yellow. Spring came and went. I am getting older year by year, and I am getting wrinkles one after another. I can't feel the big time.
However, in the small village I wrote about, people have the dignity and pride that exist in heaven and earth. The sun rises every day from behind your firewood pile and sets behind your west wall. The sun, the moon, the stars, the stars, all happen on the roof of your house. This is a person's life.
How many years later did I realize that what we are really looking for, and what we can never find again, is the whole life at this moment. The heart is the farthest wasteland, and few people cultivate it well in their lifetime. How many years later did I realize that what we are really looking for, and what we can never find again, is the entire life at this moment.
It is not easy for a dog to live to old age. It won't work if you are too powerful, you won't work if you are too cowardly, and you won't work if you are incomprehensible or considerate. In short, if you are careless, you will be skinned and stewed. Dogs are supposed to guard homes and courtyards, but most of the time they can't even guard themselves.
In fact, human life is like a crop, it will die when it is ripe. Generation after generation, people are familiar with time, which is vast and boundless.
The old man sitting at the foot of the earth wall nodded his head again and again. This stubborn man became more submissive over the years, and he accepted his fate.
Life is like this, and it does not make life easier just because you have lived for many years. This is especially true for farm work. If you do one thing, there will be one less. There is no end to the work, you can only work slowly and finish your life.
After a person has gone through some years, he will find that the so-called road is just a decoration, a game for those who wander around in circles on the earth. It never strays from its true purpose. If you don’t believe it, ask those people who are always walking in a hurry on the road. Have they reached their destination? No. Otherwise they wouldn't be wandering the road endlessly.
Growth is a secret process that we don’t know. We don’t know what we have grown into. Life is like a wind. We don’t know when the wind will stop blowing over a person. We don’t know how many trees and walls the wind has blown down in a person’s life.
The person I have most successfully created is an idler who does not care about hard work, carries a shovel all day long, wanders around the village, and digs two shovels wherever he sees something that does not please his eyes. When this idler goes to other people's homes, he never opens the door. He waits for the wind to blow the door open. After entering, he waits for the wind to close the door.
The biggest thing that idle people worry about is that when the sun sets every day, they stand alone at the west end of the village, pay attention to the sun, and say goodbye to the setting sun alone. Idle people think that the biggest thing in the world at this moment is not your family's food harvest, but that the sun is setting.
No one in the whole village cares about such a big thing. This is the concern of idle people. Every morning, when everyone is still asleep, the idler stands alone at the east end of the village, welcoming the sunrise in his own way. He believes that the greatest thing in the world at this moment is that the sun is coming out. Everyone does not care about the sunrise, but the idle man cannot ignore it. He must use his own way to welcome the sunrise alone.
The hurried workers on the earth, the hard workers in this village all year round, have supported such an idle man who thinks about things.
This idler found a sense of existence in the village and in the dilapidated yard of his home.
