Farmer's Life 028. Insert your foot into the paddy field

Share12 + 15 Tweet1 EmailShares 18 I often don't like to go to the fields, ever since I was a child. My skin and hair are greasy every day. I move my limbs or body a little hard, and sweat comes out. In the summer, I can sweat when I just sit. So as long as you work in the field, most of the coat is wet with sweat, the amount of work is more, and the whole clothes are like being drenched by the heavy rain, and even the panties are inevitable. Imagine the greasy and smelly mixture of oil and sweat, and then the clothes that were supposed to keep you clean and fresh were glued to your body when your body was already hot and exploding. Of course, you don't have time to worry about this, because mosquitoes and many other unknown bugs fly in from time to time to say hello (and occasionally the horrible, blood-sucking horseflies). However, I still have to devote myself to my work wholeheartedly, because as long as I am a little careless, I will accidentally make a wound here or there. And my father is still nagging me about everything in the field, even now that he is seriously ill, he still has something to say on the way to drive him to the hospital.

I don't like going to the field so much, why do I stand in the field now?

All day I glued myself to the bed like a piece of mud, and even when I got up, I still crawled back, saying that my limbs were tired and had no strength. In this way, the agreed labor was put off until the sun set in the west, and it was past four o'clock. There is no way, the paddy field needs water, and recently, every Meiyu front has destroyed the irrigation channel outside the dike, at least to make the waterway well, even if it will be washed out by the flood of the stream in less than two days.

When the diversion channel was done, they turned to their own small rice fields to explore. The snails were probably very hungry, and there were almost no weeds among the rice, so they could only begin to gnaw at the already grown and no longer soft rice, although it did not do much harm. But a few small empty soil surfaces have been exposed. Go to the field and pick up the longevity snail! On the way, fill in some more seedlings (the rice doesn't grow very well this year! )

One foot a hole, the feet are instantly covered by black-gray soft rotten soil, the weather is hot, the paddy field is no longer cold, Fushou snail picked it up one by one and threw it into the uncultivated grass a few meters away. The rice seedlings originally left at the edge of the field have grown quite tall. Insert them into the field in small bundles in the hope that they can catch up and grow up safely in the future.

What on earth am I doing ~ doing field work lazily and stupidly. Can I grow up and bear ears like rice seedlings when I insert my feet into the paddy field? Don't be silly. I'm too old to be young, and I can only do stupid things. )

However, in so many reluctance and discomfort, through the dirt and green, through the muddy feet, I feel extremely at ease, even satisfied. Those who continue to breed and mate, weeds that grow taller than crops in a twinkling of an eye, rice that has not been fertilized and attacked by germs, and muddy streams every time there is heavy rain. all uninterrupted, not ashamed, even naked, spicy show their lives. And what if I just suffer a little more grievance and pain in my life? I'm still alive. What's the use of complaining, distressing, and resentment?

When I put my feet into the paddy field and made my body dirty and painful, my heart was transformed into unusually clean. Just like the pilgrims who stumble, thin and still kneel all the way. I can use my life to make my soul strong.

2014.5.31 Lesser Fullness of Grain

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