My dream farm

As soon as I owned my own farm in QQ space, I was looking forward to great efforts and gains. Looking at the vibrant green, fat and thin fields on the ever-expanding farms and lands of my friends, and then looking at my poor land of one mu and three points, I couldn’t help being ashamed, I couldn’t help strengthening my determination and courage to take good care of my farm. Wait and see. Maybe it won’t be much time before my virtual farm will be vast and full of attractive and mature atmosphere. At that time, I would probably become a rich farmer. I would dress up my farm with flowers tightly and smoothly. In fact, my biggest dream is not to be a farmer, but to be a farmer who cultivates, sow, weed and harvest on the fields. This is what I really want to say. Just like I was the son of a farmer at first, I should have inherited the footprints of my parents, ploughing at sunrise and resting at sunset on the land where I was born, working hard, work hard on that land for a lifetime in obscurity. I am sure that if I didn’t catch up with the resumption of the college entrance examination system, my original dream in my life would take root there. I would be like my father, deliver all the sweat and painstaking efforts to the field in my hometown. There is nothing wrong with this. A person entrusts his whole life to fields and villages, and that kind of peace and freedom in bitterness and hardship is itself a great happiness and satisfaction. Just like when I was a teenager, I was extremely fascinated by any green plants growing on the Earth. In my own garden, I graft cucumber seedlings and bean seedlings, and Apple branches and pear branches. I like the freaks born after grafting two different plants. I like the broadness and depth of agriculture and the subtle joy that follows, which is by no means empty talk. I am sure that if I hadn’t been admitted to the university in those years, I would have been an honest farmer now, even an excellent farmer, A humble and full farmer with a devotion to the earth like weeds. But I came to the city, far away from villages and fields full of life. I am not saying that there is anything wrong with the city. I just want to say that I am rural people, I am filled with the bitterness or fragrance of soil from head to foot. When I say this, I feel that I have become a crop whose waist is upright and full of fruits. I am there are sufficient reasons to appear on the fields, standing with the crops, enjoying the wind and rain full of nectar, and growing up constantly on the fields. But I didn’t. I really became a watcher of villages and fields. Everything is good in the city, but there are no villages and fields in the city, let alone large tracts of green crops. The city only grows high buildings, the noise and the increasingly worrying environmental pollution are getting better now. Sitting in the high buildings and canyons, I finally own a piece of land of my own, although it is the land of virtual dreams, but I can sow, weed, fertilize and harvest on the Internet, and I can experience the hardship and happiness of being a farmer in the virtual world. Just like walking in the boundless field of hope, my feet were covered with wet soil, and my pale face became rosy and vivid because of the sunshine, my increasingly relaxed and weak body began to grow stronger. I seemed to return to the long-lost countryside. On my long watch journey, I seemed to see my father sweating on the field again. Although it is just a kind of online game, who dares to say that it is not an expression of the extravagant hopes and dreams in the hearts of city dwellers? There is a blue sky and clear water in everyone’s heart, a sacred green land, where birds and flowers are fragrant, where the sun is shining, where the running water is gurgling, and where the fruits are charming, there is no doubt. Just like me, living in the reinforced concrete of the city for a long time, a heart gradually gives birth to a lot of anxiety, confusion or impetuousness. So I thought, how wonderful it would be if city dwellers could own a small farm of their own! But this extravagant hope was too far away. Before I realized this wish, I could only cultivate, sow and harvest my three-quarter mu of land in front of the icy computer. 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