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Life is like a spring and articles are like a stream. Our life is actually very ordinary, and it is made up of trivial things. Those familiar trivial things are always with us. They control our emotions and pluck the strings of our emotions. We ordinary people live a small life, a small life. Although trivial, it is simple and true. Real life and emotions full of flavor will have the power to impress people.
Grandpa retired for many years and likes to take care of some flowers and plants on weekdays. Asparagus, Clivia, happiness tree and some flowers I can't name are all his treasures. The pots of vegetables and leeks planted in the flowerpot on the roof are well handled. However, it is said that Lao Laibao's grandfather still seems to feel unsatisfied, so he took the initiative to take his precious flowers and vegetables and ran to a small mountain village in the depths of the Qinling Mountains to open up wasteland. He turned out to be a hermit in the Qinling Mountains.
Grandpa's field is not big, only the size of six or seven desks. Surrounded by a slender and dense bamboo forest, there is a clear stream flowing down the bamboo forest. Grandpa's fields and bamboo forests hang like a piece of green cloth on the bank slope of the stream. Looking out of the window of grandpa's cabin, you can see this lush field at a glance.
Last summer, when I was idle, I begged my parents to send me to this small mountain village and became a hermit with my grandfather. Although * * * was made at sunrise and stopped at sunset, most of the time my grandfather was busy weeding and plowing, and I was reading leisurely on the big bluestone.
Listening to the loud chirping of birds, listening to the rustling of bamboo forests, surrounded by bamboo forests, smelling the sound of water colliding with each other, blowing a cool breeze, a bit like the artistic conception in Liu Zongyuan's Little Stone Pond. It's just that Tan Xiao has become Oda, with less silence and more leisure.
In those days when I was a hermit, the Odano in the bamboo forest seemed to be my paradise, without the noise and triviality of the world, only a quiet and simple nature gave me. You don't have to crush your head to understand and analyze the true meaning of nature, just quietly inhabit the warm embrace of nature, just like a child sleeping in his mother's arms, that's enough!
Beauty always fades faster. When I return to the bustling metropolis, I miss the countryside more and more. The shadow of the small field is becoming clearer and clearer in my heart, and that kind of silence has been reluctant to disperse in my heart for a long time. It calls me and attracts me. When we studied Tao Qian's drinking in Chinese class, I found that feeling again.
Yes, "my heart is far away from myself". It turns out that true peace of mind is just like stopping water. Is to put your heart far away, in your heart, not in the frame, not in your memory, but in your heart.
In the small field in my heart, surrounded by bamboo forests, there is a clear stream by the field, and there is a big bluestone by the stream. I sit on the big bluestone and read leisurely.
That small field is not only in Shan Ye, but also in my heart.