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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Mother

That year, when she just turned three, her mother left her. My father told her that my mother had gone to a distant place and it would take a long time to come back! Come on, I will teach you how to fold small stars. When you fold a bottle full of small stars, mom will come back. Therefore, she used colored paper to fold little stars for fun every day, although the folding was not good. However, she tried very hard to fold, because she knew that when she folded a bottle of little stars, her mother would come back. She didn’t know why grandma always sang a song in the corner of nobody. That song was so desolate: cabbage, Ye Erhuang, three or two years old, without mother! Grandma often lifted her skirt and wiped her eyes while singing. Once, when grandma sang this song, she couldn’t help asking Grandma, what is mother? Grandma told her that mother was her mother. She asked, when will my mother come back? Grandma cried again. Grandma said, “Your mother has been away from home. She has gone to work far away. When she comes back, she will bring you a lot of delicious food! Good boy, you are obedient, you are obedient, mother will come back soon. At the age of five, my father led an aunt back home. The aunt looked so beautiful. My father said to her, “This is your mother. Hurry up, call her mother. She cried timidly: mother. The aunt held her in her arms affectionately and said, “good boy, how lovely. However, she felt a little confused in her little heart. Why is this mother so white? However, her mother in her memory was a little dark. For her mother’s memory, it was already very vague, but her mother looked a little dark, but she remembered it. She also looked a little black and looked like her mother. She didn’t know that after her mother left, many people introduced her father to her, but her father always lived in missing her, and he didn’t agree. He wanted to wait until his mood calmed down. In this way, the days passed gradually until one day she met her. Her shadow was the shadow of her lost wife, her hands, gestures and even her voice, they are all so similar to her. Women also love her very much. He also told her the fact that she had a daughter, but she said she was willing and she liked children. So. The girl has her mother again. Grandma said, this is your mother, you must obey! She nodded and asked grandma a question: why is mother so White while I am so black? Grandma said, silly child, your mother has to look better when she goes out to work. She has beauty and wiped white cream, so she turns white! The girl seemed to understand, but she knew that when mother came back, she could have Mother’s Love Again. No child laughed at her any more, saying that she was a child without mother. My mother was very diligent and neat. My mother’s arrival made my family look brand-new. My father’s complexion also became better. In the past, my father always sighed frequently, but now my father’s face is full of smiling faces. She went to primary school. My mother’s attitude suddenly became harsh. She checked her homework every day. As long as she wrote a wrong word, she would tear it off and rewrite it immediately; If she couldn’t recite the text, she would ask her to recite it there, when she finished reciting, when she went to bed, in the morning, before six o’clock, mother woke her up and asked her to recite English words; If she did something wrong or said something wrong, mother would criticize her severely; mother didn’t allow her to watch TV, play computer games, let alone stay outside after school; She never gave her pocket money. Seeing other children buying colorful snacks with small change, she was greedy. She thought, was I born by my mother? Otherwise, how could she do this to me? Then, she ran to ask Grandma, and she asked: Grandma, was I born by my mother? Grandma touched her kindly and said, “silly child, why didn’t you be born by mother? Look, the sweater your mother knitted for you, the toy your mother bought for you, and the delicious food your mother cooked for you all show that your mother loves you! She nodded, thinking of the sweater that mother knitted for her in the cold winter night and the delicious food that mother bought for her. With the growth of age and the rise of grade, mother’s requirements for her study became stricter and stricter. Once, she was lazy and didn’t recite the text. Mother punished her and made her kneel, when can I go out to play after I finish carrying it. She grew up and had self-esteem. She thought this mother was too strict and she was not her own mother. She would talk about her because of small things, such as throwing socks everywhere, not folding clothes, sitting or standing…… She became more and more unbearable, and a trace of hatred gradually emerged in her heart. She thought, I must take an ideal university and go out of this House to find my own happiness. She became more hardworking and diligent. Her exams were almost the first in the whole grade. After the college entrance examination, she was admitted to a famous university. She breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally I could leave this home without warmth and mother. She was very pleased that she would leave this house. She is already eighteen years old, and she is graceful and graceful. She raises her hand and acts properly, which is so decent. On the night of college, my father talked with her in the living room. Dad told a secret that she had wanted to know for years but couldn’t believe. She was not born by mother! Her mother left her because of liver cancer when she was three years old. What mother did was for her good. She hoped that she could achieve something, so that she could live up to her mother under Jiuquan. Hearing her father’s words, she had already burst into tears. 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