A person has to do many things in a lifetime. Some of the things we do are needed to make a living, some are interested; some are what we like to do, some are things we don't necessarily like; some are what we should do, and some are things we have to do. Many times, we are always in a dilemma. If a person can only choose one thing he likes to do in his lifetime, can he really be happy? I don't think so. If that's all there is to it, what should I choose to do? Choices can be difficult, and we are always in the midst of a variety of choices, such as choosing to do something.
I would choose to plant flowers. Probably because of my personality bias towards quietness, I have always liked plants, especially all kinds of flowers and grasses. Although I like flowers and trees, over the years, I have not planted many flowers and trees, only a few loquat tree seedlings in my own vegetable garden, and the loquat tree seedlings have grown up and transplanted them into the yard. In his yard, he planted a bauhinia tree and a plum tree. During the busy season, when helping the family, I planted rapeseed, planted rice seedlings, planted other vegetables, and in addition, I did not plant other plants. The flowers and plants on my balcony are all taken care of by my wife, and I can only go to the side of the mountain to dig up some humus soil and come back, carry it upstairs, or help move the flower pots I bought back home. Usually I can only watch my wife work hard to plant flowers and grass, and she is not even at ease to let me do such a job as watering the flowers. In her eyes, I am a person who can only talk about it and can't grow flowers. And I can only look at the flowers and plants planted by others and talk about it to entertain myself. I can't plant flowers and grasses, I still like to watch them sprout, blossom, fall leaves, and bear fruit, and watching flowers and grasses is probably not a thing.
I also want to build a house of my own. I remember when I was five years old, the family's grass house was turned into a tile house, and when I was fifteen years old, the family's small tile house was demolished and a larger tile house was built. Since then, I have been full of curiosity about houses, and I often think that if I grow up, I can build a house I painted. When I have an idea, I often secretly paint some houses of my imagination. Later, his ideas did not become a reality, but he no longer drew houses on paper, but he still liked to look at houses, especially some old houses. A few years ago, when I had enough time, I often went to Huizhou to see old houses, walking in the ancient villages on the banks of the mountain stream, at the edge of the water, by the pond, on both sides of the narrow alley, looking at the vicissitudes of the mottled pink wall, looking at the dark and inky Dewa, looking at the emerald blue sky on the roadway, looking at the fireworks next to the flowing water bridge, I always felt very familiar, they often evoked a certain emotion in me, it was related to those houses, and it was also related to some of my deep dreams, although it was impossible for me to build a house by myself.
I might read some books. For me, reading is probably the happiest thing. Over the years, I have been glad that I still have time, and I can still calm down and read some books that I like to read. The books I read are a bit of a mess, and in the eyes of many people, they are readable or not, but I am happy to read books that others do not think should be read. I don't have a plan or a system for reading, but there are some roots involved. Reading, too, is like a seed that takes root and sprouts in your heart, grows branches and vines, and may blossom and bear fruit. Reading, like the growth of a plant, will gradually enrich your heart. I used to like to read ancient poems, from the "Book of Poetry" to the "Nineteen Ancient Poems", to the Tang poems and Song Ci, all the way to read, from ancient times to the present, from the middle to the outside, read some, the more I read the more I liked, until now I can't leave them, I have to turn them over all the time. Poetry is something that moisturizes the soul. "Blowing a reading lamp, all over the moon", it is really a beautiful experience, think about this night, life is not a waste.
I might write something I like. A few years ago, after starting to write a little short text, I gradually fell in love with words. I like to express some of my feelings in words, and when I get something, I am very happy. Of course, more often, what you think is not deep, the expression is not accurate enough, or the words are not righteous, there are still some regrets. In the past few years, there have also been times when I did not dare to write, I did not dare to write, I wrote less or not, read more other people's words, and enjoyed it.
Choosing one thing is sometimes a little difficult. And I still like to follow the fate and don't force it. People have different ideas and needs at different ages, and it does not matter what they choose to do or what not to do. It's hard to choose one thing, just go with the flow.
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Night Reading Columnist/Zhang Tongsheng
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