If there were scarecrow-like souls everywhere in this world, there would be many fewer shells of the walking dead in this world; even if life is ended, the noble soul will still illuminate the way forward for future generations.
Look at that poor scarecrow, yes! He is pitiful, according to our ordinary people's evaluation standards for people, he is so pitiful, no house, no car, no savings, no relatives, no friends, not even life.
But it cannot be said that he has nothing, that he has a job—to look after the rice field for his master; that he has a foothold at his feet, where he sees, and though it does not belong to him, he feels that he has a duty to look after them.
The most important thing is that he has a heart of compassion for others, taking the world as his responsibility, not numb, not hitting the bell, and not watching.
He dutifully guarded the rice field for his master, and felt the sorrow of his master.
How much he wanted to see the smile on his master's hard-suffering, life-ravaged face like a dried orange! Even if this smile is like a chrysanthemum that is pinched together and split into two petals.
Laughing, at least let her heart that has been hazy for many years into a little sunshine and hope. But what was there to laugh at? The husband died, the son died, and the rice paddies were flooded for years without harvest.
This year, the wind and rain are not easy, there should be a good harvest, it seems to be ripe, but there are so many small bugs that steal other people's fruits, nibbling on rice leaves and rice ears, and finally only the bare rice stalks are left.
These little bugs are really like the "giant rats" described in the Book of Poetry!
The dutiful Scarecrow tried to drive them away, to tell his master, but he could not move or speak, and watched as the ripe rice was destroyed.
Thinking of his own incompetence, thinking of his master sighing sadly again, he couldn't help but bow his head and cry.
In this silent night, in this sad night, in this night swallowed up by darkness, the sad and kind scarecrow heard more miserable voices in sorrow, and saw more tragic struggles in life.
How he wanted to break free and fix his land! Even if he has no place to stand, even if he can climb, or let the wind take him away!
He wanted to go to the cabin to comfort the sick and poor child; he wanted to help the fisherwoman who had been fishing all night to cook porridge for the child; he wanted to help the little carp that had been caught, even if it was just to add some water to it; he wanted to save the woman who was looking for death and had lost hope in life...
He was trying, he was struggling, he was going to break free of the dirt that bound him, he was going to help those who needed help.
He tried his best, shaking the body made of straw, and finally broke free of the dirt that held him, but... In the end, I fell down and couldn't get up.
The land was too muddy for him to get out of on his own, but it was a pity for that compassionate heart.
It was dawn, but the days of the poor remained dark. The suffering continues to suffer, the weeping continues to cry, the numb continue to be numb, the sick children continue to be sick... My heart grew heavier as the Scarecrow fell!
At this time, my son asked me, "Mom, that child is so sick, why didn't his mother take him to the hospital?"
The child's words pulled me back from the scarecrow back to reality, and the child's question reminded me of a sentence by the Western Jin Emperor: "The people are hungry without corn, why don't they eat minced meat?"
Child, you are so happy now, how do you know that dark age? How do you know the time when that person ate people? How do you know the miserable days when you don't have enough to eat, you can't cover your body, you have no money for medical treatment, and you have nowhere to complain?
Children, your life is so happy, but you do not necessarily know; what you ask for is too easy to get, so you do not know how to cherish; you are too lacking in suffering labor, so you are not tough enough to bear hardship.
So many parks, amusement parks, a variety of shopping malls, supermarkets with everything you need, you can easily get it. But now it is most important to build for you a "garden of remembrance" suitable for him and your participation in labor.
Let you participate in manual labor regularly, and know through personal experience that "a porridge and a meal, half a thread and a half strand are not easy to come by", let you know the blessings, but also exercise your hard-working quality and enhance your resistance in the face of setbacks.
Only if you have tasted suffering will you understand, "Why don't you eat minced meat?" How ignorant, how pathetic, how stupid it is to say such a thing!
Child, the innocence of the present is too bright and beautiful! We saw it, but the poor scarecrow couldn't see it. His body made of straw is long gone, but his soul is immortal, forever!
It is precisely because he has always had the existence of such a noble soul that the current genius can be so bright, so blue, so beautiful!