Returning to the countryside

 　　"Planting beans south of the mountain, the weeds are thick and the bean sprouts are sparse. Rising at dawn to clear the weeds, I return home with my hoe under the moon. The path is narrow and overgrown, the evening dew soaks my clothes. I care not for my wet clothes, as long as my wish is fulfilled." Farm life is always busy and fulfilling. In the eyes of farmers, weeding with dew on their feet and returning home under the moonlight is the most ordinary thing. Walking towards the dew-covered fields at dawn, their figures disappear into an endless sea of ​​green crops. "Holding a sickle and halberd, riding a green dragon horse, to fight to the death at the bean mound (this is incorrect)," alone in the fields full of robust seedlings, hoe in hand, sweat pouring down. After work, they take off their work clothes, change into simple clothes, and become farmers again, not caring about the dust, not caring about the smell of sweat, freely stretching their bodies. Working in the fields is a very pleasant feeling.

　　In the early morning, facing the rising sun, walking alone in the fields, one can escape the mundane affairs of work and the worries of interpersonal relationships. Working alone in the fields is not an escape, but a pursuit of inner peace. One can enjoy the carefree joy of being barefoot, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city with its cars and loud horns. Standing among the grass, one can let one's imagination soar, quietly and boldly painting a picture of one's life. One can study Platonic philosophy of love while working, indulging in the self-deceptive spirit of Ah Q. Rural life can cultivate a sunny disposition: you can't change the troubles of work, but you can change the existence of seedlings and weeds; you can't change the facts, but you can change the leveling of the land; you can't change the past, but you can change the survival of the weeds now; you can't control others, but you can decide the life and death of weeds and seedlings; you can express your lazy philosophy to the grass: "The big grass provides shade, the little grass keeps you company, yet you just won't grow." In the fields, you can change what you consider unreasonable growth; you can wield your power of life and death over the unlovable weeds and seedlings. The world is peaceful then, free from conflict arising from one's actions. One can distance oneself from conformity, soar to new heights, and engage in introspection, letting thoughts wander in the vastness of space.

　　"Unperturbed by favor or disgrace, I leisurely watch the flowers bloom and fade in the courtyard; indifferent to coming or going, I idly observe the clouds drift and gather in the sky." Savoring rural life, seeing the green grass and red flowers, listening to the magpies chirping in the branches and the crickets singing in the grass, the fragrance of life is everywhere.

　　In truth, all things in this world come and go in haste, fleeting like smoke. Life is short; maintaining a peaceful mind is what we truly need in life. The simple life of the countryside is the true meaning of life, the true essence of our existence! "Life has its way, and food and clothing are naturally provided. Who can achieve peace without striving?" Self-sufficiency through farming is an ideal way of life for both society and individuals. Rural life may be arduous, but it allows one to enjoy inner peace and even tranquility.