Legend of the Goat Nosed Angel
The True Meaning of Labor
At the mention of Hong Wuyue, Miss Yulu and Miss Xiaoying were also interested. "Hehe, the children of the countryside should be able to take care of themselves early." The growth history of our rural children is similar. When I was young, besides following my grandfather up the mountain to pick herbs, we children were also useful during the busy farming season. Don't forget that my family also has a few acres of land. In the busy farming season, we not only learned to cut grass to feed strong cattle, pick up wheat stubble and pick wheat; He also learned how to cook and harvest wheat. Especially when picking up wheat stubble, they were like the crew cut hair of a young man who had moussed it, neatly tied and bound. Even if my friends and I were wearing Mama Na's multi-layer cloth shoes, two pairs of them would be worn out in one wheat season. However, it was to pick up the wheat stubble and ears of wheat so that the wheat grains could be returned to the warehouse. In other words, he should help the adults do some work within his ability to increase the family's income. It had been many years since they had seen the scene of a double robbery in the countryside. The yellow sweat from the robbery seeped into the soil and nourished the land, causing the wheat and grains to turn yellow. When the adults soaked the fields and transplanted the seedlings, we would release the water to guard the underwater fields and harvest the wheat and break the corn. She didn't even remember when she started cooking, washing, or doing housework. I really couldn't remember when it started. I only knew that when I went up the mountain to mow the grass, the basket on my back would touch the ground. When I went down the slope, my mother had to help me carry it with her hands, because if I wasn't careful, I would fall. I only knew that when I went to the fields, my legs were struggling to move forward in the mud, and the mud was soaking my entire body. I only knew that when I cut the wheat in the fields, my small hands would get blisters one after another until they turned into calluses. When he was breaking the corn, the corn leaves left cuts on his face one after another. I only know that when I cook, I need to stand on a stool to see if the food in the pot is cooked well. The fire often goes out because the firewood is not added in time. If my mother only needs an hour to cook, I might need two hours. I remember the pain when I cut my hand when I first learned how to cut vegetables. He remembered the scene of him being dragged by a cow and falling when he first learned how to herd cows. I remember when I first learned how to cook, my mother had to cook the rice again before it was cooked. Slowly, these things became something that I had to do. When these things became my forte, I knew that this was our normal life. Until today, when I recalled the little things that happened at that time and looked at the scar on my hand, I felt so sweet and proud. In that case, I'm afraid that this is the greatest fortune I've ever owned.”" Hehe, maybe everyone has a fortune in life." Miss Xiaoying was immersed in her childhood dream.
In the eyes of parents who used money as the only scale to measure the value of things, children's toys were just worthless waste paper in the eyes of adults. However, I attached great importance to them…
I remember when I was in kindergarten, the cartoon "Flower Fairy" was a compulsory homework for every girl after school. The protagonist of the film, Xiao Bei, also became the idol of every girl. From then on, the peripheral products of "Flower Fairy" also became popular. From clothes, hats to pencil erasers, Xiao Bei's shadow could be seen everywhere. I really wanted to collect them all, but my family's conditions were limited and I couldn't spend money recklessly. So I used the money that my mother rewarded me with two hundred points for the mid-term exam to buy a "Flower Fairy" sticker. Looking at the sticker, Xiao Bei smiled sweetly at you, and the honest and cute big dog Lafu, I can't put it down. Every day before I go to bed, I will look at them for a while, dreaming that I can also have a colorful flower like that. With a hula hula, I can realize my wish, so that the spring and autumn tour will be sunny. He could have many toys and sweets; She wore beautiful flowery dresses every day to make her companions envious…
Later, when I grew up, I went to school. My mother was afraid that I would delay my studies by playing, so she put away my comic books and toys, including the sticker. From then on, I could not see the sticker often. However, that colorful flower left a deep impression in the depths of my heart. When I was young, I often thought that there were some colorful flowers in this world, so whenever I saw a few more strands of white hair on my grandmother's sideburns, I would silently say in my heart, Colorful flowers, let grandma's white hair be less; Every time I see my companions on the podium, I silently mutter in my heart: Colorful flowers, let my double subjects are 100 points; Whenever I watched my classmates quarrel over toys, I would say in my heart: Colorful flowers, quickly change some toys so that everyone can have them and stop quarreling; Every time I see the eyes of the children who are eager to go to school, I will say in my heart: Colorful flowers, let the children be able to read…The television would broadcast the helpless expressions of the children almost every day. Ah, I see it now. The children's beautiful home has become ruins. Your soulless and fearful eyes make me feel even more disappointed. I heard the miserable cries of the children in front of the bodies of their loved ones. I heard the yearning in your hearts, the strong yearning for peace! The artillery destroyed your homes. When I learned that you were still in the smoke of war, I felt sad and uncomfortable for you. Your homes have been destroyed, you have lost your beloved school, you have lost your dear parents, and perhaps you have also lost other relatives. When we were still in the arms of our parents, you tasted pain and torture too early. When we happily went to school with our backpacks, you lost your beloved teachers and classmates…Everything was a war of evil! Whenever this happens, I will silently say in my heart: Colorful flower, quickly turn the war into peace, save the children and their families in the war
Although I could no longer see the sticker every day, whenever I saw something and thought of something, I would tell the colorful flower in my heart, hoping that it would fulfill my hopes…One thing made me walk out of the maze of colorful flowers: Along with the cuckoo chirping in May, the cuckoo was like a piccolo. The crisp sound of one or two cuckoos circled the sky above the village and sprinkled a happy song all the way. "Let's go, granddaughter. A grain of millet is sown in spring, and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn. "You reap what you sow, you reap what you sow." Grandpa and I went to the fields in front of the house. Grandpa's white hair was blown up by the spring breeze, and his face was full of wrinkles. He was still wearing the denim coat. His back was arched, and there were bags of seeds on his shoulders. He was wearing loose clothes, but his thin body could still be seen. Grandpa was still holding my hand. Finally, we walked to the field. I saw Grandpa digging some small holes in the ground. He put beans, melon seeds, pumpkin seeds, and other treasures into the holes and then covered them with soil. I ran to Grandpa and asked,""Grandpa, why did you bury these things in the soil?”When she was young, she always asked her grandfather such childish questions. Grandpa told me seriously,"The seeds planted today will grow vegetables and fruits in autumn. If you take good care of them, there will be a good harvest in autumn.”Grandpa took out a seed and said to me,"I'll give you a seed! Plant a golden hope." I didn't take anything. After thinking about it, I had an idea. I hurried home. After rummaging through my piggy bank for a long time, I left the house with a one-yuan coin and ran back to the field. He thought to himself,'You reap what you sow, you reap what you sow, and you reap what you sow.' I dug a big hole in one breath and carefully put the coin in. As I covered the soil, I muttered,"Coins, coins will grow up quickly and become a cash cow. They will bloom into wealth flowers and bear strings of RMB. With you to sponsor millions of homes-in that case, fill up my piggy bank…and I'll buy lots of chocolates, I'll do charity: Running a Hope Primary School in a mountainous area, running a free hospital in the countryside, donating to poor families, and helping poor students-I imagined the scene of standing under a tree. I'm salivating. I imitated my grandfather's actions: I watered the plants when he watered them, I mowed the plants when he mowed them, and I fertilized the plants when he fertilized them. In the blink of an eye, three months had passed. Grandpa was busy picking melons and vegetables, but I couldn't see my money tree. The bottle in my heart seemed to have been broken, and I was very disappointed. At this moment, I saw Grandpa harvesting potatoes. I thought: Maybe my money tree grows in the soil like potatoes. I shovel the soil out at will, but I can't find my money tree no matter what.
I felt extremely wronged. I did the same thing as Grandpa. Why did Grandpa's vegetables mature, but my coins didn't grow into a cash cow? I cried and went to find Grandpa. Grandpa smiled." Hahaha, I'm afraid your coin has already rusted." Grandpa told me about the origin of the money tree. It was generally believed to be a story from the Biography of Bing Yuan quoted in the Records of the Three Kingdoms and Wei Zhi. A man named Bing Yuan picked up a string of money on the road. Since he could not find the owner, he hung the money on a big tree. Later, when people passing by saw money on the big tree, they thought it was a divine tree, so they hung their money on the tree to pray for more money in the future. From then on, people formed the custom of being a money tree. From the above records, it could be seen that people did not shake money from trees or withdraw money at first, but hung money on trees. The reason for the money was that people thought that trees were divine trees. Because Bing Yuan picked up the money and hung it on the branch, it caused everyone to follow suit and became an ignorant and childish joke. People "collected their money for the community."
There was a folk saying:
There were many folk stories about the origin of the money tree. There was one saying that a white-haired old man gave a farmer a seed and asked him to water it with 49 drops of sweat every day. When it was about to bloom, he had to drip 49 drops of blood. The farmer did as the old man said, and the tree he planted was a money tree. With a shake, copper coins fell. A similar story was about a lazy man looking for a money tree. A farmer told him,"Money tree, two branches, ten buds on each branch; Shaking, blooming golden flowers, creating happiness all depends on it.”It turned out that the money tree that the farmers mentioned was the hands of the people. This was a very vivid and pure understanding of the money tree by the Chinese farmers. Money came from hard work. Some said that the leaves of elm trees were similar to copper coins. In autumn, when the leaves turned yellow, they looked more like copper coins. When the wind blew and the leaves shook, they fell like coins. This was where the word " money tree " came from. This was the creation of literati. "Hahaha, child, it makes people laugh their heads off.”Grandpa gave me a lesson on life's politics.
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