Deep jokes in rural areas

"The urban routine is deep, so I want to go back to the countryside" and "The rural road is too slippery and the routine is more complicated" are the lines of the script. Hearing these two sentences, I feel very funny.

After laughing, return to reality. Think about the pressures of living in first-tier cities, such as high prices, high housing prices and low wages. Working in a greenhouse without facing the loess is comfortable for the body, but it is tiring for people, routines and the world.

In rural areas, time is freely distributed and labor intensity is controlled by itself. If you work hard, you will get more. If you want to earn more money, you will work hard. If you want to be comfortable, be a monk for a day, and if you are poor, you will be comfortable. Rural folk customs are simple, fragmented, there is no conflict of interest, the road is not slippery, and weeds are overgrown.

Looking at this photo taken when I returned to my hometown in June+10, 5438, I found that lilies, peanuts and corn were planted in the overgrown land. At that time, there would be no other weeds on the land except crops. Weeds are pulled out regularly every month, and I feel very fulfilled when I look at the clean land. Now the land on the mountain is desolate. Fiona Fang is miles away, and few of them are clean. All of them are occupied by weeds.

With the development of social economy, more and more people go to cities to work, and there are fewer and fewer residents in villages. Those who stay in the village are left-behind children and empty nesters. Few farmers feel that crops can't be sold for a few dollars. Many young people can't stand the wind and the sun, and would rather go out to work than be farmers at home. Some villagers shifted their focus to agriculture, raising sheep, pigs, sheep fish and chickens, which led to weeds gaining fertile soil.

Weeds that used to be annoying have now become the background for taking pictures.

Looking at the photos of the countryside above, there is a kind of intimacy, the hometown of natural green food. You can't eat such good things in the city.

Of the four, I am the youngest. Although I want to wear school uniforms in my twenties, I can still see that I am past the age of wearing school uniforms. On the left is my aunt, who is over 50 years old, followed by my uncle, and on the right is my aunt, who is over 60 years old. All three of them are hard-working people and don't do any skin care except work. I wonder if their old faces were cultivated by the soil and water here. There are many trees and mountains in the village, and the air is good.

If I say I want to go back to the countryside, my dad and them can hardly fly out of the mountains. If I want to fly back without being killed by him, I will definitely say, "Are you crazy? You quit such a good job in the city, go back to the mountains and forests as a farmer, and send you to school for free. "

But I like nature, like its plants, flowers and trees, and the air is fresh and pleasant. I like to eat green food and want to live healthier and longer. I can walk around like my grandmother did when she was eighty-eight. I can remember the birthdays of dozens of people in my family, when and how much money each descendant gave, when the daughter-in-law got married, and who remembered everything before ... I admire my grandmother's memory and thinking. I don't have Alzheimer's disease at all.

If I say that I want to live in the countryside, I am old and want to have the same memories as my grandmother, I can imagine that my father must retort with a black face: "What flowers and plants are there to see?" Everything in the city can be sold. People in the city eat well, dress well, live healthier and live longer. Don't come back, stay in the provincial capital. "

The city is good, and the countryside is not without its merits.

I like nature, I like natural scenery such as mountains, rivers and paths, and it is pure nature.

When I was a child, I walked a long way to cut wood, and I was very careful about the hair of pine trees. I packed two bags full of snakeskin bags and dragged them over the mountains. A group of friends went up and down the mountain together to do handicrafts. When you are tired, stop to play, hide and seek, pick wild fruits and steal sweet potatoes. Although their hands are cocooned and their shoulders are red, they are very happy. "Young man, ten years have passed, and I have been in the city for a long time. The once efforts and abilities have completely disappeared. I don't think I can carry two small loads of firewood on my shoulders. If you go back to rural life, you can still get used to it slowly. After all, we used to take mountain roads and do farm work.

Unfortunately, it takes a lot of courage to fly out and fly back, and it also needs to bear a lot of public pressure. At present, it is not so brave. I look forward to returning to the small mountain village one day, living a life without disputes and stress, planting some flowers and trees, planting some vegetables and fruits, having plenty of food and clothing, reading books, practicing yoga and writing articles in my spare time, and sleeping until I wake up naturally every day to enjoy myself. This unrestrained and poetic life will definitely make me look as young as menstruation.

Standing in the center of the city, overlooking the traffic on the road and looking up at the tall buildings, no lamp is lit for me. Although the metropolis is very lively, the more lively it is, the more lonely it will be. When I took off my high-heeled shoes, took off my makeup and slept with a quilt, I felt a kind of inexplicable sadness: "Everything here has nothing to do with me, but I always wander outside alone." Who knows that the prodigal son is alone? " Like some provinces, thousands of kilometers away, will the feeling of homesickness in the south be stronger?

People in the city want to fly out, while people outside the city want to rush in.

Standing on the land of my hometown, I forgot the pressure of traffic jams, congestion, overtime and staying up late in the city, and quietly enjoyed the tranquility in the mountains.

The city has a deep routine and wants to go back to the countryside. The roads in rural areas are not slippery, and the routines are not complicated.

Do you want to go back?