After more experiences, my ideas have changed.

In this world, it is not easy to meet someone who likes you. It is even more difficult to meet someone who knows and cares about each other.

When you are young, you will pursue someone very hard, regardless of the time cost or inner feelings, and give sincerely, just to get the other person's approval.

Slowly, as I get older, my thinking becomes more independent, and I lose the enthusiasm and longing I had back then. The more emphasis is placed on individual independence, the easier it is for oneself to curl up, unwilling to expect extravagant things from others, and even less willing to embarrass oneself.

I want to write some of my inner thoughts. Why have I been unwilling to accept blessings for so many years? Because the more blessings there are, the stronger the sense of loss will be. Those seemingly ordinary lives of ordinary people have actually become a luxury to me.

At this moment, I will think about how wonderful my childhood was. Although I didn’t have enough to eat or wear warm clothes, I was very tenacious. I would do my best to eat all kinds of wild products in the rural mountains, forests, rivers and lakes. The search can be regarded as a small labor force in the family.

When I get off work these days, memories from childhood flash through my mind. For example, if you go to the mountains to pick mushrooms, the only pair of slippers on your feet will be worn out at the heels, but you will still wear them. It is possible to replace a pair of slippers only after the shoe cap at the front of the slippers is also disconnected.

Let’s talk about the experience of picking up screws in rivers and lakes. There are many empty clam shells in rivers and lakes. If you are not careful, you will cut the soles of your feet, and sometimes the wounds are very deep. Because it hurts so much, when walking home, I would deliberately let the soles of my feet hang in the air and rely on my heels and toes to walk. If your heel is scratched, walk on your heels. In my impression, my feet were covered with scars throughout the summer vacation. Old wounds often remain unhealed and new ones appear.

There is also a black needle-like plant in the river and lake. When touching screws, you are often pricked by the sharp needles on both sides. Time and time again, day after day, for more than ten days, the first section of the finger center was covered with dense pinhole marks. The entire first section of the finger center was basically blackened. It would take a month or two after the summer vacation to completely disappear.

The pain of scratched hands and feet may be just a common situation. The greater test is the brutal struggle against the scorching sun. Because we are in deep rivers and lakes, we have to get into the water to touch screws, so we usually don’t wear hats to protect the sun. Most of the time, we are exposed to the scorching sun. The skin on our shoulders, necks and backs had to be replaced many times during the summer and were charred and black. The elders in the village would tease us that we were blacksmiths who worked all year round.

When the temperature is extremely high, you will inevitably suffer from heat stroke and dizziness. However, you are very determined. You rest in the shade for ten or twenty minutes, drink mountain spring water on the roadside, and then continue to dive in. Fighting, it’s scary to think about it now.

You will also encounter difficulties when picking mushrooms in the mountains, and you need to rely on some wisdom and courage to overcome them when necessary. Some mushrooms grow on steep slopes. We will first dig out some footholds with iron tools, then get closer to the location of the mushrooms little by little, and successfully dig them out.

Some mushrooms are located at the bottom of deeper rivers. Although the water is not very deep, falling into the water will naturally be a troublesome thing. Therefore, we will also dig out some footholds or grab some low shrubs on the shore to maintain our balance and avoid falling into the river during the mining process.

There are many stories in my childhood. I have left some deep memories about the countryside of that era and the mountains, forests, rivers and lakes of that era. At that time, there was no world in my heart, but I had my own love and happiness. When I grow up, I have a world in my heart. I have been to many places, met many people, and experienced many things, but I am not as simple and satisfied as before, and I also lack that happiness.

Time brings many people to the church. Experience teaches many people. The three days of life are always yesterday, today and tomorrow. A new journey, move forward bravely.

?——July 9, 2022