Farming

Chuheridangwu, sweat wo soil. Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest thousands of seeds in autumn. This is probably the most classic portrayal of the land geothermal love and the hard work and expectation of farming land. As for the land, my earliest memory was that in the early 1970 s, every household was divided into vegetable gardens according to the population, and many vegetable gardens were connected together. However, for this vegetable garden with few points and two points, the neighbors often contend with each other. You turned over the ground and crossed the border. He took an extra foot and often heard the quarrels of villagers over the land. At that time, I only felt that the villagers were very bored and didn’t feel the importance of the land, let alone that they were protecting their own land. Spring came, and the hometown began to work on lunar January 5. The men in the production team were carrying sickles and hoes, carrying swords and baskets, shouting chants and singing folk songs. Women fought and fought, and flocks of people went to work. This kind of labor scene of the big group is still fresh in my memory. Up to now, the fine tradition at that time has been maintained. Every piece of land has been built with ditches to drain flood, built banks to block soil, preventing soil erosion and protecting the land. Because it is a mountainous area with many stones, and the land is very precious, which is the foundation of people’s survival. Therefore, people especially cherish and cherish the land. After the reform and opening-up in the 1980 s, the land went to households, and people were more fond of the land, redrawing the vegetable garden, redividing the land, and dividing the self-retained land from the mountain. Every family is fighting hard for the land, which shows the importance of the land. People’s passion for life is high, making a fuss on the land, increasing income and improving living standards in different ways. As far as our family is concerned, I clearly remember that it will be enough to eat in the first year of the household production. Since then, I am no longer hungry. The life of farmers is like entering a historic turning point and leap. Looking at the familiar mountains and fields, one piece, one depression, one river, one river, one fan, it is not the same as the big group, but a variety of flowers, flowers, thousands of purple, a good new atmosphere. The natural appearance on the land itself is full of super pictorial meanings, while people’s farming is more full of poetic feelings of the times. To solve the problem of food and clothing, life is really poetic. However, in the early stage of opening up, in order to create more profits, people had the phenomenon of land reclamation and farming, which caused certain damage to natural landscape, with the increase of cultivated land and the decrease of vegetation, it has attracted the attention of many leaders and the concern of expert Yashi. Fortunately, in the early 1990 s, the government’s policy of returning farmland to forests strongly changed this bad phenomenon and effectively curbed the occurrence of evil consequences. In a few years, the beauty of nature was restored, and my hometown became charming again. I have ploughed the land. Its profound and connotation attracted me for a long time, making me imagine the inseparable relationship between human beings and land for a moment, just like the most essential and important difference between a great poet and a mediocre writer. Only authors who understand land, farming and life can write excellent works with distinct core, implied true meaning and shaking people’s hearts. Repin, a famous Russian poet, loves land and farming very much. Therefore, his works are full of shock of stirring soul. The land is like his manuscript paper, and the plow is like his pen, so his manuscript paper is equivalent to a piece of countryside, which can be planted. You can urge flowers and irrigate fruits. For him, the farming on the land is as interesting and meaningful as the creation on the manuscript paper, and the same love and importance. In this constant work, he sought the greatest truth and showed all the passion of a person. Without these, nothing can be said. It seems that land is not exclusive to farmers, but people who are keen on land and care for it. Most of the time, you can see people ploughing between the heaven and the Earth in various postures, creating different farming visions and gains. It is not difficult to find out how they crawl on the land, in the countryside, especially with children, women get together, mowing grass, sewing shoes, compiling literacy textbooks, harvesting, planting and doing all farming work, closely combining body and mind with land, studying land renovation, how to keep water and the depth of sowing, the timing of weeding, pest control, waterlogging and drought resistance, harvesting and returning to the warehouse. These are just like a great poet who turns the Rubik’s cube on the land to create a masterpiece of farming. They are wonderful and delicate, and also a natural and objective process, they can only do this, melting in the process of farming, melting in the soil. Several years later, when they came to the end of their lives reluctantly, they still didn’t forget to lie quietly in the land on the hillside, in the woods and beside the flowers, wearing a pinch of soil, watch this mountain, this land and this village forever, watch the old and new Homeland from generation to generation. That was their final destination: the quiet woods and Graves were showing something silently, and retelling a simple and great story, which could not belong to others, because there is only one corner in the world where a farming poet is buried. However, all of them were Tolstoy on the land, who created masterpieces of life day by day, year by year. Although most of them are not nobles, they cannot live without land. Therefore, their emotions are more simple and solid, and their spirits are as healthy as their bodies. This inspires us: just to keep this kind of health, a farmer like a writer must also devote himself to ordinary and trivial daily work, which is the most fundamental and important work that cannot be neglected. It is not easy to cultivate farmland only with a moment of curiosity and joy. Today, it is just this hateful attitude that prevents us from moving towards a deeper and more glorious art world of farming. Only in this way can we stay away from weakness and falsity and make best works. Only when a person loves your land, knows how to love and protect your land, only when it is completely covered by simple labor and completely dissolved, can he look up to the vast world in the interval of labor and breath, only when the great strangeness and astonishment hit, can there be extraordinary discovery, which can arouse the sublimation of soul, inspiration and thought, capture what, and then deeply feel. This state can support and nourish his full land enthusiasm, the desire to work hard and the poetic feeling that shakes people’s hearts, and give him real creativity and judgment, so that he can leap and ascend with heart and spirit. As we all know, Yuan Longping, a rice expert, believes that like Tolstoy’s nostrils, he is full of the smell of grass and soil, and his ears are used to listening to the noise of birds and trees and the sneeze of cattle, there were also the sounds of other four-hoof animals running in the grass, on the farmland and in the paddy fields: the breath of fields came faintly from the dawn air, and the birds who were on their way overnight sighed quietly, there are also the chants of distant mountains, folk songs, the call of women, and the inexplicable length of fishing people that make them full of love for the Earth and overlook the distant fields, in the vast expanse, the dark men coming from the farm, as well as the people beside him: the child, the woman, the old man. In the morning fog, a cow, a dog and a flock of joyous sparrows flashed out of the light and shadow. They stepped on the land of love in different ways, left deep imprints, studied and demonstrated on the manuscript paper of love, and created immortal works looking at the green wilderness and beautiful garden, the dense farmland and the golden autumn harvest scene all over the mountain remind me of Yuan Longping’s fine varieties, Tolstoy’s moving poems, and those figures of farmers under the wind, rain and snow. At this moment, the land under my feet explained to us how reverent and lofty, great and immortal the life of peasant emotion like a poet is! On August 31, 2015, I was in Bazhou, Hebei province to praise (prose editor: Ink drops become wounds) the snow vanished in spring

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