Perhaps, everyone has a small forest in their hearts.
My father's younger brother, my uncle, had reclaimed a piece of land on the mountain the year before, and it was not for other purposes, but to grow vegetables. In order to take good care of his vegetable field, he climbed the mountain every morning, and if it rained and the road was difficult, he would drive over the mountain road. It took him almost a year to reclaim the land, and I saw that he would bring two pairs of shoes every time he went to the mountains, because the mud always soiled his shoes and he couldn't go to work in dirty shoes.
One day I was climbing a mountain and met my uncle. In the distance, I saw him weeding in the field. At this time, several adults and children passed by the vegetable field, and the children crouched curiously at the edge of the vegetable field and looked at my uncle. When the uncle saw the child, he picked up a bundle of green vegetables that he had just received, handed it to the parents, and said: I planted it, and you will take it home to taste.
When delivering the food, the uncle looked at the child with a smile and a thick pride in his tone.
The adults accepted the dishes and said to the children: Thank you! The child said: Thank you farmer uncle!
The adults laughed: he was not a peasant uncle!
My uncle is a nine-to-five office worker in a small city, and he doesn't talk much on weekdays, so he often takes off his glasses and puts them on the table, and then smokes in a muffled voice. His father, my grandfather, was an authentic farmer with his back to the sky facing the loess.
In Ichiko, I saw my uncle's shadow.
They were all immigrants from the countryside to the city, and although their hands no longer needed to rely on intensive labor for food, they always had a strong nostalgia for the land in their hearts. In the boring and hard work of growing vegetables, they found a sense of solidity and peace of mind.
Not everyone has such a deep love for the land, and of my grandfather's four sons, only my uncle is still farming, in a hobby way.
Perhaps, everyone has his own land, some land in the bookshelf, some land on the court, some land in the kitchen. In these lands, there is often only one of us who is busy, the heavens and the earth are deserted, and there are no friends. Every piece of land needs to be cultivated, but not every piece of land will have a harvest, sweat and tears flowing to the mouth, and the taste is known only to himself.
I used to like to eat instant noodles, but now I haven't eaten it for almost 2 years, maybe it's too pretentious, in the false fullness of instant noodles, I tasted a taste called loneliness, and the sloppy rush to eat is a person's food, but it is not a gluttony, and since then, as soon as I eat instant noodles, I feel lonely and eroded.
There are a lot of people who call themselves foodies, and they just love to eat. The small forest tirelessly presents the processing and cooking process of various foods, almost with a sense of Chinese record on the tip of the tongue. And in the tedious and complicated process, I saw how a person gets along with loneliness. To give yourself to a pure thing, just to do it without thinking about why you do it, maybe then you are closer to peace and happiness.
Therefore, The Small Forest is absolutely different from the "Japanese countryside on the tip of the tongue", the latter, where food is the protagonist, while the former, people are the protagonists.
Watching the small forest is enjoyable, the kind of time that flows quietly, do not sigh, do not hold back the feeling, very natural, but also very comfortable.
I always joke with my friends that many years ago, I had many grand ideals, and in the end they all became what to eat tomorrow.
Just a sense of satisfaction, you will be happy.
Although I don't know what caused Ichiko to return to the countryside and become a farming country girl, this doesn't seem to matter anymore. After many days, many things have been washed away very lightly, and the sense of stability in my heart has become stronger and stronger. Ichiko is lonely, but not lonely. Food is the closest to the taste of happiness.
The idyllic life of the small forest has become a refuge for me to escape from reality, but everyone has his choice of lifestyle, whether to return to the countryside like Ichiko, or to cultivate the land as a hobby like my uncle, it is his own choice of way of life.
If food could also be a faith, then every hungry soul could pray like a child with a hungry and prayerful prayer: to become delicious. As long as there is food, there is a sense of warmth. In the lonely and desolate winter, it can also make the cold an important spice.
"Morning Rise is absurd, bring the moon lotus hoe home."
"The road is narrow and the grass is long, and the dew stains my clothes."
"It is not enough to be sorry for the clothes, but it is not a violation of the wishes."
Small forests and food, they invisibly become the entity of our nostalgia. When we are in trouble in the fast-paced city life, we look forward to returning to that carefree, pure and beautiful pastoral era.
The most beautiful thing about the small forest is the sense of freedom of life. The four seasons alternate and go with the flow. Turn loneliness into productivity, and finally, harvest with a land full of hope.
"Everything, we must be optimistic about the timing."
The Riddle of Food - "Little Forest, Winter and Spring"
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