Soil

I planted two pots of water-dropping Avalokitesvara, which were extremely luxuriant and crowded together. I always felt a little cramped and not stretchy enough; I wanted to divide the pots, but it was a pity that there was no soil to hold; I rode a long distance, just at the edge of the road which was being expanded, I got two bags of soil back; I was panting and moving upstairs. When I was feeling sweating like a pig, I suddenly remembered Mr. Qin Mu’s prose “land”. Countless people eulogize the touching feelings of the land; Nowadays, many people are gradually losing the land, having less intimate contact with the land, and unable to perceive the fragrance of the soil and the touching atmosphere of life flowing on the land, not to mention getting married and enjoying the happy taste of sowing and harvest; Without the land, even the soil planted with three or five pots of flowers and plants had to reach out to other people’s places to fetch, which was really an unspeakable entanglement. I can’t help sighing when I usually see some old gentlemen and old ladies picking out a small piece of land with a big slap at the gap of green belts on both sides of the road and planting some green beans and vegetables; although the old man and the old woman lived in the newly-built community, they did not need to deal with mud all day long, but the soil complex in their hearts did not completely fade away; They worked tirelessly and planted three or five seasonal vegetables, to cope with the current high prices, first of all, they have the kindness to the soil from their hearts and the habit of reaping fruits from the soil. They are reluctant to give up the joy of planting spring and harvest in their hearts. It happened that in reality, many people no longer own land. The rapid development of the city determines the orderly expansion of the city. Whether it is production, life or urban construction, a large amount of land is needed; Specifically speaking, it is necessary to build factory buildings and residential areas. Land is also needed for urban transportation, and all facilities matched with urban functions need land; Although a lot of land will be removed for centralized use while resources are integrated, but only this part is far from enough; This means that every year there will be a part of the land that farmers depend on for their survival being expropriated; Although the government will try its best to settle down farmers who lost their lands, leading the second entrepreneurship, but the soil feelings deeply rooted in their hearts will not be eliminated immediately because of this. Of course, there is no sadness of looking back one step at a time, however, the inner heart’s unwillingness and mixed complex emotions make them feel embarrassed when the Earth and the city are changing with each passing day; That kind of feelings, those experiences, are not personal experiences, where can I really understand. In another case, with the acceleration of urbanization construction, some farmers in villages and towns gradually moved away from the villages that used to live against the mountain and gradually moved closer to both sides of the highway with convenient transportation, people walk into the grass. Naturally, the terraces and mountains that originally carried the days have become the stage of indulgence of Weeds. The mountains that should have grown sorghum, soybeans, wheat and sweet potatoes are all swaying weeds, the paddy field which should have been Green has also become the world of aquatic plants. No one cares about the wasteland in the long grass color. It has to be lamented and helpless. Because of the pursuit of life, unconsciously cut off the connection with the soil, I really dare not imagine that in some dreams of the old and the young, will they still see the scene of wheat waves rolling and the Harvest full of rice, their hearts, will it overspread the smell of earth, and will those days when the green trees were really attached to people have sweet memories in my heart. The most uncomfortable thing is nothing more than the group of men and women who leave their own land aside and seek livelihood far away; People work hard in other places, their own land and their own homes are becoming desolated day by day, there was no sound in their inner hearts, and the wind and smoke of the city made them think of the place where they took root from time to time, and the land where they once had hope in their hearts, recalling my endless aftertaste of home, it happened that I couldn’t go back again. The pressure of life fell on my shoulders. I had to clench my teeth and deal with the following days on the edge of the city or the city, land, or soil, is only the sustenance in the heart, and a kind of relief during self-comfort. As for the yellow spines of Artemisia annua and the weeds and vines on the land, we can only sigh and feel helpless! Our ancestors said that we could not help asking how our roots would grow without the nourishment of the land and the kindness and memory of the soil. I was really worried that one day, we live in the flashy city and can’t touch the smell of soil. We can’t even distinguish anything from rice, wheat, cotton and oil. We really lose our attachment to and awe of the land, the perception and kindness of soil. I hope that this is just alarmist; I also hope that the Earth will, as always, in everyone’s heart, burst out the call of life, which is still full of vitality of life. 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Bellows

Blacksmiths went to sea one after another, but the once used air box was still there. Or store it at home, or give it to relatives and friends, at least the air box still exists. I am not a blacksmith’s family identity, and I have never learned to play Iron. However, whether you are a blacksmith or not, you can own a sandbox. Because the blacksmith is a man who has been tempered, knowing what is the world and fairness, he will not monopolize the market and occupy the air box. The shadow of the air box is a watercolor painting. It comes to my mind all the time, and the engraved cone sticks on the soul: it will not sink when floating on the water, and will not fall when hanging on the wall. The wind box, sometimes full green clothes and sometimes simple copper incense, but she has a shortcoming that can’t be changed-lazy and lying on her back; The wind box, sometimes round waist and thick neck, sometimes small and exquisite, but she has a unique characteristic that others can’t own-loud voice and sensational. Sometimes, it makes iron blush and water burst into laughter. The air box sometimes provides convenience for the mouse; The mouse camps his home and lives in her belly. If someone uses the sandbox to pull her hands and feet at this time, the mouse will undoubtedly be unlucky. That is: the mouse lives in the air box — both ends are angry. In fact, in this world, not only mice will suffer from anger, but also we human beings will suffer from anger, but the time, place, occasion, method and degree of suffering are different. Whether you get rich or not, whether you become an official or not. Life is a sandbox, even a sandbox is life. What kind of materials are used to make the air duct of life? Description — barrel is the rule of society or life, the bottom is all kinds of economic interests and power system, and the bottom is all kinds of real life difficulties. The people who make and control the air box are often not and cannot be themselves but others. Their control method is very clever-first give you some sweetness to taste, and then set some unreasonable so-called rules for you: let you neither go up nor down. The distribution of nutritious meals for rural schools was originally stipulated by the national policy and should be followed. However, some local governments seek power for personal gains and try to find some reasons to prevaricate the delay. Especially for rural private schools, this school is often not established by the state and is not included in the distribution of nutritious meals. If, of course, just say if. If this statement is correct and is the decree of the country, then why should the local government vigorously publicize and develop private education? If the reason for this statement is sufficient and necessary, then the rural children who can only study in private schools are not rural children. That may be the fate of rural children?! Let the air box disappear quickly! Blacksmiths also went to sea one after another. What’s the use of keeping it? Where can I see a happy song in life when the air box is hung up?! Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…