What is life like in a paradise without network and signal?

During the National Day holiday, I went back to my hometown, which was hidden in the rolling mountains. There is no traffic, no shops, no industry and, of course, no internet. Mobile phones are usually limited to emergency calls or no service, which is a bit like heaven.

Before going home, I thought that there was no internet or signal at home, it was inconvenient to go out, and I had plenty of time, so I brought back books, more than N photos and more than N titles without content. In my plan, I will take seven days off, even if the titles are not filled in, I can finish reading at least one book every day, and then sort out my photos of Nanning.

However, the fact is that every day at home is eating, sleeping, chatting, walking the dog and staring blankly. How did you bring everything back and how did you bring it back? At the end of such a lazy life, I miss and sigh with emotion: such carefree days are rare for a few days in a year.

We struggled for 25 hours to get home because of the car accident and traffic jam on the expressway. That night, our parents were merciful and said, "Let you have a good sleep tomorrow, wake up naturally, and don't wake you up." As a result, we fell asleep the next day, and they woke us up for dinner at a decibel that the whole village could hear. ...

I think, at present, few people are so lively and jubilant when eating. There are four in my uncle's family and five in our family, making a whole table. Everyone sits around to eat and talk all over the world, from whose family has delicious food to what to eat tomorrow, from why no one can be found to why the acne on the face can't be cured, from burying each other to worshiping each other ... Every meal, the topic is endless.

After chatting, my uncle fell asleep in the lounge chair in the living room, my sister went upstairs to read a book, and my brother moved a cane chair, sat in the shadow of the gate and watched "Little Separation" with his mobile phone. Huahua, my father's renovated stone table, stretched lazily for a few times, and I sat at the door pretending to read. Xiao Bai, with his back to the sun, is sleeping soundly against the wall, and Xiao Hei, who is bullied by Xiao Bai and Huahua and afraid of dogs, comes to brush from time to time.

For a long time, my uncle went home to sleep and said that he would give me the position of the recliner. I'll sit down. It's cold, but it's just a wall. I feel the temperature difference is several degrees, so I immediately sit down at the door, and it is more reliable to have close contact with the sun.

My sister went downstairs to look for food. My mother asked us if we wanted to eat a shovel, and my brother and I both said no. Then my mother went to the kitchen and brought it to us. I looked up and took a bite, and my brother ate the rest. My sister said flatly, "Nowadays, people have to feed them to their mouths before eating ..."

Soon, my mother went to prepare lunch, and my aunt came to help me like a willing heart. My aunt makes a fire, my mother cooks and chats with her family. My mother taught me many years of cooking experience from time to time, and my aunt listened carefully. The two exchanged experiences. The sound of conversation, cooking and chopping wood came together with the quarrel of the Caspian Sea and the sound of "small separation". What a harmonious and wonderful symphony.

After lunch, everyone continued to have cordial and friendly exchanges, and then each found a place to sleep. When I woke up, my mother and aunt were already preparing dinner. The sun was about to set, so it was time to walk the dog. Xiaobai and Xiaohei walked slowly on the road of Hualin, followed by them. They shuttled through the mountains, dog walkers brushed their mobile phones to chat, and came back for dinner at dusk.

As night fell, the world quieted down and the village disappeared into the endless night. Looking around, it was dark, except for a few windows with soft light. Everyone smiles and whispers in the yard or room in the most comfortable posture, and the stars twinkle overhead. Only by looking up can you see the whole galaxy.

The villagers all went to bed early, and almost no sound was heard after 9 o'clock, as if it were a world of insects and birds. There are birds singing and insects singing in front of and behind the house, each with its own voice, and I can't understand what they want to express. Occasionally, several dogs bark from the village as if to declare sovereignty.

We fall asleep in this music of nature, wake up safely in this music, and then repeat a simple, lazy, peaceful and happy life.