Because at other times of the year, people are going out to work or farming, and whoever wants to buy a banquet is generally concentrated around the Spring Festival, because during this time people have returned to their hometowns and have free time, so my time at home is to eat banquets in addition to playing games.

Fortunately, there were not many such banquets in the past, but now I can't wait for the family to hold them several times a year. Now even the banquets in the countryside have changed their taste, money is the top priority, extravagance and waste are also particularly serious, the fireworks and firecrackers and no money seem to have been set off, completely without the joy and joy of the past, but more utilitarian and materialistic. Honestly, I'm disgusted, but I can't change anything, and many people don't like the way it is, but they can only go with the flow.

Every day is almost idle, sometimes I will go with my father to repair the ridges of the terraces, because the terraces, especially the terraces at the foot of the mountain, are perennially waterlogged, and the swamps are the same, cattle and horses do not dare to go to these places, it is easy to sink, so the ridges often collapse, sink, so every winter when it is relatively dry to repair, otherwise the terraces will collapse.

Because in recent years, most of the rural laborers have gone out to work, many fields have been barren, and many terraced fields have been directly deserted, although I have a few fields at home that have not been planted for many years, but every winter my father will go to trim them, in his opinion, this is the foundation of farmers, if there is no other way to live in the future, it will not even be able to plant the fields.

Anyway, he won't be lazy at home like everyone else, playing mahjong, watching TV and wasting time, his father is an idle person, he has been busy all his life, but sadly he has not been busy with any results, and his life is still like that year after year.

I have been doing similar work every year since junior high school, but now it is not as good as a year, and my height and age are growing, but I am no longer as hard-working as before, and I am more and more impetuous, it may be that the life is too easy, and I lack exercise and motivation.

I don't think I can farm again in the future, but I always want to put down the pen when I lift it once, just like my father used to say: if I can't lift the pen in the future, if I can't even hold a hoe, a character like me can't live if I want to eat.

Every time I feel strained, I stimulate myself, motivate myself, and hope that I must work hard in the future, even if I can't remember these things in the future, but now at least I have the motivation to persevere, and I can still eat a little bit of suffering.

It is only after every farm work that I feel that the food is so fragrant, I sleep so steadily, and I don't always think about playing with my phone and can't fall asleep. I'm starting to miss the lazy days when I slept at school every day after eating and doing nothing, but when I was at school, I missed the days now, and I don't think the two are contradictory, so at least I'm not completely lost.

When the sun is shining, sometimes I will take my rubber boat, bring beer and mobile phone, go to the small river behind the mountain and float all the way, enjoy the sunshine and that comfort, learn from the ancients to flow the water, and you can also catch fish and grill it to eat.

I like to lie on the rocks on the shore in this crystal clear river, bury my head in the water, let every pore on my face feel the current, enjoy, suffocate, struggle, fear, and pull myself back the moment it seems to touch the threshold of hell, as if this is the only way to make me feel how beautiful it is to be able to breathe, and how lucky it is to be alive.

Too often, I overlook the things that are within reach but indispensable, and I always remember the saying that when you are as eager to learn as you are hungry to breathe, life is wonderful. Anyway, I feel that most of my life is bleak, and I can't do it, so I've always been an ordinary person.

As for my brother, he probably doesn't think about this yet, it seems that all he cares about now is how to climb the game rank, how much pocket money he can get, how to get along with his secret little girlfriend, and secretly talk about love on his mobile phone, what a carefree life! Why wasn't this the case when I was in junior high school?

Every day when I eat, I call again and again, always to finish the game before coming down to eat, when to prepare for dinner, when to play the game, I have been scolded so many times and there is no point in my heart?

I think he probably wanted me to hit him so that he would have all kinds of reasons, I remember one time I slapped him twice, he picked up a stool and threw it at me, and called the police to say that I was a domestic violence, and my parents didn't care about it. I've beaten him many times for similar reasons, but he doesn't always have a long memory. Looking at his picture of me being a rebellious young man and unconvinced by anyone, I really want to discipline and discipline well, but my family can't let me do this.

Maybe he will suffer a big loss in the future, after all, he doesn't know the sky and the earth now, he hasn't encountered anything, and he has always lived a satisfactory life. I've warned many times about my parents' doting behavior, but it didn't help. It seems that in the future, I will have to rely on others to discipline. is like the saying on the Internet: You are reluctant to discipline your children now, and let others discipline you in society in the future.

As an elder brother, I also have problems, I didn't set a good example, after all, I didn't study hard, I couldn't swear by what he wanted, in his eyes, I was also a loser, my grades were not good, I couldn't do sports, I didn't have friends, I didn't mix as good as him when I was young, but now I'm regretting it, and he will regret it in the future, but I don't know when he will figure it out.

One night when I was shopping in QQ space, I actually saw Chengfeng talking about it, she hasn't posted talks and updates as often as before for a long time, and it should be that she has been in a bad mood recently. Other students are talking about how fun it is to go home, and they keep posting all kinds of news in the class group and circle of friends, the scenic spots in their hometown, food and various activities. But she has been silent, and I have been silent, just quietly watching everyone, there is nothing to say.

"Don't talk to me, always say that you are not free, and you don't come to see me on holidays, is it far away? I have known each other for so many years, and now I have changed, can you still change, are all boys like this?"

Love is too illusory for me, so it's not real, so I don't dare to report my fantasies, everyone only sees the sweetness in front of people, and I'm more afraid of the love-hate parting behind me, cutting the complicated emotional trivialities that are constantly sorted out and messy, so I have been avoiding.

After all, "Sledgehammer and Cabbage" have broken up, how dare I still believe in love. "Sledgehammer" was my class president in my freshman year of high school, sunny and cheerful, and good at studying, "Cabbage" was my neighbor in high school, and often rode a bicycle to school when I was a freshman in high school, although many people joked about me and her, but we didn't care, after all, they were really just classmates, and it was right to help each other, and I didn't have any other ideas.

Later, "Cabbage" and Sledgehammer got very close, and I didn't rarely take her to and from school, after all, I was really tired, I was divided into classes in the second year of high school, she went to the liberal arts class, and I went to the science class, we had very little contact, I was silent in the first year of high school, and I didn't even have a sense of existence in a year, and some of the classmates didn't know my name, and "Cabbage and Sledgehammer" was a sharp student.

In the second year of high school, they were together, very high-profile, even in front of the teacher, the teachers did not ask too much, after all, people fall in love and fall in love, but it does not affect learning, but also supervise each other, improve each other, two people together after the grades do not fall but rise, they have also become the school's people, I remember that the old Tang also said when he counted down the young love people in our class:

"Seeing that other people are in love can make two people study harder, but what about you? ”

They have become teaching materials, the object of admiration and envy of everyone, I don't know why, they didn't go to the same university later, and now they actually broke up, which made many high school classmates unexpected, extremely surprised, if it weren't for watching the "sledgehammer" lament in the space every day, I wouldn't believe it was true.

The teacher always said that the love of the student era was always the hanging garden, beautiful but detached from reality, there would be no good results, I thought that "sledgehammer and cabbage" would be different, but this is still the result, and now there is one more wind and what's strange, breaking up is not right or wrong, childhood sweethearts, mountain alliances and sea vows are unrealistic in soap operas, and I don't expect it to be so beautiful in reality. It's their love, and my relationship has been untouched since two years ago.

I also took the time to visit two classmates who used to talk to each other, but I haven't been there since high school, because I don't have time to make up classes all the time, and I don't think it's necessary. There are people who are still in school like me, and there are people who have already worked, and everyone has changed a lot, no longer the innocence and liveliness of their youth, no words to say, but a lot of wine, and I found that after a few years, everyone has become silent, but I have talked more. Although there is a mobile phone often contacted, but the relationship is also the same as the mobile phone has a distance, maybe when everyone works and starts a family in the future, there will be less contact in the future, cherish it now!

The Spring Festival is getting closer and closer, and as I get older, I am less and less interested in these festivals, and I am no longer as hopeful and excited as I was when I was a child, and that's it. It took me three days to sawing the wood from my house into pieces of wood that could fit into the stove, and it took me three days to see enough wood for this Spring Festival.

Although there are rice cookers and induction cookers at home now, and electric stoves, the older generation of the family is still used to using wood for heating, and the stove is burned all day, so that bacon can also be smoked, and a smoke is nearly a month, until the end of the Spring Festival (we have the Lantern Festival here after the Spring Festival is over), although the old house at home every day is slow to fall soot, but this is the way of life in the village for thousands of years, although the living habits have changed a lot now, but there are still some reservations. There are always a few potatoes and sweet potatoes roasted under the ashes of the fire, although my brother and I are not very willing to eat them now.

I think he should be very disappointed when I look at my head teacher in elementary school, when I was in elementary school, he was still a colleague with my grandfather, my grandfather had not yet retired, and several of our sisters lived in the dormitory of my grandfather in the school, and my grandfather walked 6 kilometers home every night, and then went back to school the next day, and Mr. Lu lived upstairs with us, often taking care of us, not to mention anything else, he and our family were still somewhat related, so it made sense。

When I was in junior high school, he was my homeroom teacher, and he took good care of me for three years in junior high school, and it was precisely because of this that he attracted the hostility of many classmates, in their opinion, many teachers in the school took good care of me, and I read extracurricular books every day, and I didn't communicate much with others, so I became a type of student they hated, and they usually didn't charge me "protection money". So I was beaten several times in junior high school, but no one would help me, so I did so "absolutely" in high school.

Mr. Lu always thought that I was a good student and would study hard, but obviously I let him down, junior high school did not become what he wanted, let alone high school, and now, I am afraid that he is about to forget me as a student, I usually don't even call my parents, and I have only called him a few times over the years?

But Mr. Lu has always been one of the people I admire the most, he was a child because of family economic reasons, only went to primary school, and then gave the village a few years of cattle herding, if it was someone else may be like this for a lifetime, but he was not willing to do this, and later he went to the middle school to do the school gate on duty and bell ringer (the bell after class).

After being ridiculed and ridiculed by other peers, he audited and studied on his own, and finally took the examination for the normal school, when there were very few people who went to junior high school and only a few percent, and it was difficult to get into the university, so many people directly chose to go to the normal school or health school. He did what more than 60 percent of his students didn't, and many people had better opportunities but didn't do it well.

He studied hard at the normal school, worked hard, and later graduated with honors, and returned to his hometown to become an elementary school teacher, I can remember that he was already the principal of the primary school, when he was only about 30 years old, the same age as my father, and there was no need to stop there, he was promoted to a middle school teacher when I was in the fourth grade, and I learned that he was still a writer, often writing poetry, and also writing novels. He is an ordinary person, but he is not so ordinary, and I think if his conditions were better, his achievements would definitely not be just like that.

He told me:

"We can't choose our origins, but we can choose our future, and our eyes must see the distance. ”

It's a pity that I didn't try as hard as he did, I'm disappointed in myself and I'll go see him, but definitely not now. I can only hope that the teacher is healthy, still so optimistic and chic.