□ Jin Yi
The red light at the intersection was on, and across the road came an old man, in his 60s. Usually I don't pay attention to an ordinary passerby, but it is what he holds in his hand that makes me curious.
He actually embroidered a piece of insole as he walked. Is he the one who did this kind of boudoir "female red" fine work? Look at his face, bald head polished, holding one side high and one side low pants, sledgehammer is not surprising, the flying needle between the fingers is really not matched with the strong big masters. It seems that his needlework is nearing the end, and the insoles are covered with red, red, green and green lines, and if you look closely, they are the words "囍". Indeed festive enough, a living "uncle embroidery map", very fun, very funny, very joyful, almost made me laugh out.
The road is wide, what an old man has!
This kind of insoles I am not unfamiliar, when I was young in Qingdao as a soldier, the Yimeng regional government came to support the army to comfort, every year will send many of these insoles embroidered with flowers and birds, are local old women and daughters-in-law embroidered with a needle and a thread, like folk customs and artworks. We all cherish, know the hand-embroidered insoles, included in countless dawn and dusk, full of Yishan Mengshui villagers' deep feelings for the children and soldiers, traditional craftsmanship plus traditional feelings, pad on the soles of the feet, our military career all the way to the mountains and rivers splendid.
Uncle Shen wandered over calmly, and from time to time he took a needle, and there was no one around. I look at his dress, it's not like the family can't open the pot, to embroider a few pairs of insoles for a few pieces of silver to survive. Approaching, my wife, obviously feeling fresh and even a little funny, about his passion for embroidery, started talking to him. The old man said that this pair of insoles was for a friend's child, he was going to get married, the insoles were not valuable, not gifts, not humane, making a fuss, maybe young people don't like it. He also said that life always has to have a fun, he does not smoke or drink, there is no other hobby, embroider a pair of ordinary insoles to send people, as long as they say that the mat walks hard, they will be happy, try to be happy.
He took out his mobile phone and looked at it to us, which stored a pair of pictures of his embroidered insoles, and the pattern was more of some flowers and grasses, which were not exquisite, but also decent. He said that this is all his own improvisation, thinking of what embroidery, basically not the same.
My wife took a picture of him. In bustling Shanghai, people come and go, cars come and go, inadvertently encounter an interesting soul, can also be regarded as a pleasing grassroots style, not to mention this style is not easy to encounter in the city.
Looking at his distant back, I think he embroidered time into the sole, embroidered happiness into the sole, bloomed in the bottom of the needle one flower after another, friends pad at the foot, to the east to the west, the flowers will bloom to the east to the west, do not have to transplant everywhere, think about it, this is his happiness.
Another photo is also interesting, and the owner is also an elderly uncle.
On that day, the spring breeze was warm, the fields were thriving, and my wife and cousin went up the mountain to dig wild vegetables.
On the edge of a small village, wild vegetables in the field grow luxuriantly. I was digging with interest when my cousin came over and took a picture, which was interesting. She showed me her mobile phone, and the picture showed a hut that farmers usually used to rest their feet from the rain or to stack crops such as wheat and rice harvested. There is a large wooden barrel on the ground, this kind of wooden barrel is available in every household, it is one of the necessary agricultural tools for farmers, when the farmer harvests rice, it is moved to the field, the barrel is placed obliquely in a wooden partition, a handful of rice is held above the head with both hands, and the grain falls off the wooden barrel, and the sound of "banging and popping" echoes in the valley. It is not harvest season, and the barrels are idle. Today, the barrel does not take care of the owner Shenggu Shengmai, but holds a dream, laid with straw, an old man in his 70s lies on the grass, his head resting on the stone wall on one side, his feet resting on the edge of the barrel at the other end, his body is V-shaped, covered with sunlight, and he is comfortably "whirring" and snoring.
I quickly ran over to see that the old man was still sleeping soundly. This sleeping position is wild enough, the sleeping state is too sexy, I want to take a picture of him with my mobile phone, and I am worried that the sound of the shutter will wake him up, and after a few more looks, I crept out. Disturbing the dreams of an old man is always inappropriate and unbearable.
In the mountains with high clouds and wide skies, do not pick a place, do not choose a bed, do not care about posture, do not care about the eyes of passers-by, do whatever they want, free and comfortable, and sleep happily and spontaneously, the so-called "millennium in the world, a day in the mountains". This state of leisure and ease is the true nature of life, which corresponds to the Song Dynasty Chen Zhuyun: "Leisurely and self-smiling, today is in this mountain." ”
Uncle's shoes were stained with dirt, and it could be seen that he was not a wild crane in the mountains, but usually went in the mud and water, busy in the field, and was an old-fashioned farmer. But when he felt the need to squint for a while, he slept comfortably and soundly, slept uninhibited, slept unrestrained, slept lightly, did not count the length of time, it could be an hour, it could be a quarter of an hour, and it could be a quarter of an hour, enjoying the beauty of the moment.
It is a good season in early spring, but for Uncle, you green your tree, you bloom your flowers, you blue your sky, and Uncle Ben wants me to sleep in my sleep, I dream, I bathe in my sunbathing, a wild dream gold does not change, my territory I am the master, what does the Internet say? Your uncle or your uncle!
I wanted to get up and live in the dark alley, "A piece of food, a scoop of drink... I don't change my happiness. "This is undoubtedly the spiritual source of our path of poverty and happiness. Life is realistic, always give people a lot of troubles and sorrows, can not hide nor avoid, so some people feel that happiness is difficult to find, happiness is difficult to find, gray heart empty. However, no matter how difficult life is, no matter how noisy the world is, as long as the heart is not impetuous, thousands of things will be like a passing smoke cloud. Too much entanglement in the world, will eventually be depressed in the heart, rather than hollowing out the mind to think about how to "heal", it is better to let go, the grass in the wilderness of life is long and flying, there is always their own peace, comfort and tranquility, even if it is only for a moment.
Two photos, a mentality, sometimes a little lighter, life has fun.
If there is a pastoral garden in the heart, the wind and moon will come from, and the happy land will be under the feet.
About the author: Jin Yi, a samurai, walks the world, friends with books, and accompanies landscapes. Small tea leaves cook a good taste, small topics cook a big realm.
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