Come and watch the scenery, and have a taste in your heart
Liu Li/Wen
When the holidays are over, there is more time.
You don't have to get up early every day, although the biological clock still wakes up on time, but when you think of the holiday, you will fall asleep again.
On such days, you can free yourself, you can idly watch the world, and you can travel in all directions.
These days, The child has a sudden idea, hoping that our family can quickly have a car that can carry him around. I know my son's thoughts, in fact, he is disgusted that our family's electric car riding is too hot, walking on the street, the sun is overhead, it is really uncomfortable, my son is not very good at expressing, so there is a joke of "selling our electric car, buy a car like that".
The words of the child naturally make sense. After living for more than twenty years, I am still a poor person today: the house is second-hand, followed by more than 100,000 accounts; two electric vehicles, which have been on the scene for five or six years, although last year there were several trips to the golden mountain, but this year the battery has obviously been in a hurry and needs to rest and recuperate; the family is surrounded by four walls, there is not much money to spend, often stretched; the children are in pairs, and they do not have to save every day, and they do not know the hardships of "being a family firewood and rice"; the mother is sick for many years, and suffers every day. It is pitiful but helpless; All of this, people are worried, and it is roughly the day that a middle-aged person should have.
I don't have much way to make money, neither do I have the craftsmanship to set up stalls, nor do I obviously have the luck of stock trading lottery, and I have not had the joy of wealth falling from heaven. I am just a student, I can't carry my hands, I can't pick my shoulders, and I am often laughed at because of my emotional intelligence, and I often look at people who are more dashing than myself with a lot of envy. I seem to have only found one skill of my own, and if it counts as masturbating, I really don't know how much luck writing can bring me. After all, on this road, I have not achieved much until now, and I have no officially published books to show off. After writing for more than twenty years, I am really like Gu Cheng's child who paints the whole earth with windows, innocent and childish and ridiculously wandering on the edge of the so-called cultural circle.
However, it is precisely because of this difficulty that I know the pain and hardship of life, I understand the softness and cruelty of the years, and I understand that the greatest happiness in the world is to be open-minded.
Therefore, with such a mood, I can discover the scenery of the four seasons, I can see the richness of society, and I can read the hidden sound behind the rush of footsteps.
My family, the previous generation and the previous generation, including my parents and grandparents, could not ride a bicycle, my father once bought a bicycle, gave up less than a day or two of learning, and since then they have measured the world with their own feet. Their days never become monotonous due to the shortage of travel tools. I don't know exactly what happened to my grandmother, all I know is that they traveled back and forth to school for seven or eight miles many times, stood outside the window and quietly watched their grandson, silently watching his every move in class, and then quietly left. All I know is that my mother-in-law has been gone for several years, I am in high school, I am talking about my student ID card in the dormitory, but my grandfather has already taken the bus, and in the busy season of farming, the servants came and lovingly took the student ID card from my pocket and gave it to me, and without drinking a sip of water, I turned around and strode away. You know, from home to the county seat to take the car need to walk seven or eight miles, and from Shangzhou Station to Shangluo Middle School also have to walk ten miles, but a sixty or seventy-year-old man has to go down against the scorching sun.
I am more aware of my father's matter, when I was young, I followed my grandfather to the north and south, and then worked as a private teacher in school, and I was often absent from home in middle age, often walking for several months, then I only relied on a back basket, carrying smoke into the mountains, and then followed others to sell soy sauce, and then hanging noodles, following the Shanxi people to run information, and finally doing paperwork in the village, laboriously, and finally died of cerebral infarction and secondary esophageal cancer. A lifetime of toil, a lifetime of bitterness, a lifetime of joy. He wrote all his sorrows and joys into his resume, no matter where he was, he was a good partner on the road and a warm person in life.
Even now, I still envy my father, who has turned his life into a different kind of scenery, although hard work but full and full, and I do not have the courage of his, but my brother and I have learned to ride bicycles, go to college, and then go to graduate school, and we are no longer like him facing the loess and facing the sky, living with dirt and crops.
We can lead our children to the river, to the mountains, to all the places where the vehicles can go, I ride, pay attention to the scenery along the way, as far as the eye can see, may be more relaxed, but also a little more lonely. After all, the years are long, the days to accompany the child are actually short, we are always worried that one day the child will eventually leave, we as the witness, in the end, what should we be prepared.
Just like today, my son has been clamoring to go to the playground, I finally stubbornly led him to the river, playing in the natural world, watching the lives of all sentient beings, listening to the distant babbling and singing without distraction, paying more attention to everyone who seems to be free to play, in fact, full of different thoughts.
Standing in the wooden pavilion, looking down at the lotus pond at the foot, the round-leaved field, but the sharp-horned lotus flowers that have not yet been exposed, it is still quite regrettable, but the flowers that have been mostly damaged on the wetlands by the river a little farther away still have yellow flowers that look like chrysanthemums, and those unknown red and purple flowers are full of them, and there is always a pleasing beauty, which attracts many people to rush to it and take photos.
The most beautiful scenery in the world is often inadvertently displayed, showing the most delicate style.
——2021.7.16 Night
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