Seriously, who hasn’t had that dream?
At one o'clock in the morning, exactly when I had just finished working overtime, I stared straight at the computer screen. On the screen was the blue desktop showing the initial state of the system, which was not a special setting.
Suddenly I wanted to smell the salty sea breeze.
People who live inland long to see the sea. This situation is like us trapped in a cement box, always thinking about the smell emanating from the earth.
This is not a pretentious gesture, but a natural instinctive reaction of the body. It is the desire to step on the soil after the soles of the feet touch the tiles for a long time. It is the desire to see the pure white moonlight that has no boundaries and is triggered by eyes staring at the screen for a long time.
"Whoever doesn't tie a boat outside the fence, the spring breeze blows into the fishing bay."
When I was a child, I read this poem and didn’t understand it at all.
At that time, I only knew that when guests came to my home, there would be delicious food. Grandma would shove the candy hidden in the cabinet that she was reluctant to taste into my hand, then touch my head and tell me to shout "Hello, Uncle" and "Hello, Auntie".
That happiness comes from having sweets to eat.
I am happy now because I want to go back to the age when there were still people who would hide candy for you.
"The Longing for Life" aired season after season.
Watching Huang Lei cooking, watching He Jiong chatting, and watching those celebrities clumsily busy planting rice on the ridge.
Outside the screen, we were eating takeaways and giggling.
Some people denounced it as a show, claiming that the real countryside is not like this, with mosquitoes, stinky smells and endless hard work.
All right.
But we need a dream.
Even if it's fake, even if it's a filter effect, even if it's just a pastoral illusion that's been carefully crafted and carefully packaged.
We so need a breather.
The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke amid the sound of the rules.
So beautiful, right?
You know, my dad said that when he heard the cuckoo crow when he was a child, it did not feel poetic, but it meant that he had to go to the fields to plant rice, and his waist would be broken.
See, this is the gap.
What we yearn for is actually what our parents wanted to escape from.
What we miss is the past that we have never really experienced.
What a contradiction.
My friend really quit his job last year to open a B&B in Erhai Lake.
The photos posted in Moments all face the sea, with spring flowers blooming.
Late at night a few days ago, he suddenly dialed my phone. The wind was howling on the other end of the phone. He said: "Do you know, what I want to eat most right now is a bowl of Malatang in front of my house. The kind served in a disposable plastic bowl, which is extremely dirty and oily."
What we desperately fled turned out to be a distant place that others could not return to.
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty wrote about a village night: I walked out of the front door alone to look at the wild fields, the moon was bright and the buckwheat flowers were like snow.
I especially like the last sentence, the buckwheat flowers under the moonlight are like snow.
In fact, there is moonlight in the city, but we rarely look up.
The neon lights were too bright, covering up the whiteness that should have been there.
I was reading a piece of news recently, saying that many young people are returning to their hometowns to renovate their old houses.
It's not some grand rural construction, it's just very simple, I want to live like a human being.
Convert a dilapidated farmhouse into a cafe, plant flowers in the yard, and raise a dog.
Someone in the comment area asked: Is it easy to improve water and electricity? Can express delivery arrive? Is it cold in winter?
The person who had the idea of going into seclusion began to hesitate. The person who wanted to see the sea in person looked at the balance in his bank card and then quietly canceled the ticket.
I wish to go through ups and downs and be optimistic about life.
It sounds like chicken soup, but it's actually a very weak statement.
Now that the waves have happened, you have to experience them. Life is like this, no matter whether you look down on it or not, you can get through it.
As I write this, there is still busy traffic outside the window, and the lights on the building opposite are as bright as stars.
Maybe there is no need to go to the beach or go back to the countryside at all.
Just close your eyes and listen to your own heartbeat for a few seconds late at night.
Boom, boom, boom.
That is the most primitive sound of waves in your body.
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