The story of me and the stone

China ornamental stone. five

People should have a little hobby, if so, life will become rich. People's hobbies are diverse and elegant: piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, antique collection; Vulgar: playing cards and karaoke. I don't have many hobbies, elegant ones can't write and draw, vulgar ones have no time to rub hemp, and their main hobbies are all stones. I don't remember when I fell in love with stones, but now I look around my home and see all kinds of strange stones. The home decorated with these stones seems to contain the world. Stones record the changes of the earth, and each stone is like a book, which will enhance interest and cultivate sentiment. Every time I collect strange stones, I have a wonderful experience, some of which I will never forget.

Once, I escorted the stone all the way back to Beijing and finally arrived at my residence on the hillside. Because the road is narrow and the stone is too big, the place to be moved is on the slope of the mountain, and the truck can't drive up. So I dragged and pulled with several workers and moved to the ramp. Each of us is panting and our arms ache. Because the road is bumpy, you will sprain your ankle if you are not careful. I always remind everyone to pay attention to safety. We carefully dragged and pulled all the way, and finally moved a boulder to the corresponding position with great difficulty. Look at the shape of the stone carefully, with small trees and clear streams as the background and all kinds of small stones as the embellishment. It's really pleasing to the eye! Looking at the fruits of my labor, I feel unspeakable happiness. At this time, I found that some stones in a certain place did not match, so several workers and I moved a few pieces each, intending to put them in the right place. We hold stones on the ramp to find suitable places for them. We are busy observing both sides. We didn't notice that under our feet, one accidentally came into close contact with the ground and rolled several times. The workers were shocked when they saw it. They quickly dusted the sand off my body. I saw a worker say, "There is a big hole in your pants." I looked down and really tore a big hole, and my autumn trousers were exposed. I quickly pulled out a hand to cover it. Only then did I find that the stone was still tightly held in my hand. I thought to myself, I must not spare the culprit who made me fall, but looking back, I smiled again. It turned out that a stone tripped me. I really have a fate with stones. No matter what happens, it has something to do with stones. Thinking like this in my heart, I suddenly felt a lot better. Who let the culprit be a stone? I immediately picked up this piece and studied it carefully. The shape is very special. Why is it in the middle of the road? It must be reminding me that I didn't find its beauty. I almost forgot to tear a big hole in my pants and continue to settle the stone. Finally, I settled them down, went back to my residence and sat on the sofa to have a rest. At this moment, I remembered that my trousers were torn, so I changed them in a hurry. When I think of my relationship with the stone, I can't help feeling: "I can't live without the stone!" " "

Part of the stone hidden by the author.

Another time, I drove past a village with towering trees on both sides and a clear stream on the side of the road. I'm in a hurry to go back, and I don't want to enjoy the beautiful scenery outside the window. But inadvertently, colorful lights flashed in the stream and shook my eyes. This is definitely not the flash of the waves. My subconscious tells me that it may be a stone. Anyone who loves stones has a special sensitivity to stones, especially strange stones. I subconsciously stopped the car and took a closer look. It turns out that beautiful stones give off attractive light in the water. Go to the stream, and sure enough, there are many stones with soft lines, colorful spots or wonderful patterns lying comfortably in the water. I couldn't help it, so I took off my shoes, rolled up my trouser legs and sleeves, jumped into the water and picked up the stone excitedly. The villagers passing by all looked around curiously. I guess they were thinking: what are the rich people driving Mercedes touching in the water? It's not that you have no money to buy fish. Why don't you fish here? After choosing the stone, I walked with them to the parking place, thinking that I would return with a full load. At that time, I was a little carried away, slipped, and the high-end pants my wife just bought were cut. I am not sure what kind of criticism I will get when I go back. Looking at the beautiful stone I picked up, I am still full of joy. The pain of wrestling and the embarrassment of pants being cut didn't affect my mood at all. I quickly picked up the stone and went back to the car. I sang all the way home.

My friend asked me, why are you so obsessed with stones? I can't say why, "I just like it!" I said so. This may be related to personality. I like nature and always think that everything in nature is beautiful. The more stones I collect, the more I feel the magic and profundity of stones, and the more I feel and love them. I have placed many stones carefully selected by myself in the school I plan to build, and I will personally participate in the purchase, transportation and display. Every time I go to a city or country, or on the way to travel and work, I will pay attention to all kinds of stones, no matter how expensive they are, I will buy them back as long as I like them; Not only bought, but also collected and found in various places. If the journey is long, I will arrange and supervise the workers to safely transport the stones back to Beijing and follow them all the way. After the stones are shipped back, I am most willing to arrange the stones myself and find a suitable place for them to show their elegance. Employees often ask: why is the big boss always willing to do the hard work of moving stones? Maybe they don't understand that stones are an indispensable part of my life.

As the old saying goes: play with things and get tired of it. I think it's hard to say anything else. Playing with stones will never give up on you. People's hobbies, whether elegant or vulgar, are healthy and progressive as long as they are beneficial to the body and mind and enjoy them. Playing with stones, I think it is not only good for body and mind, but also good for career, family and society. This hobby, I think, will never be lost in my life