Grandpa told me to go to the countryside for a few days.

armani sunglasses sale I don't really like. Grandpa lived a simple life, prefer clean, no TV, computer and other entertainment tool. This for my twenties was full of sap, sink not to live, cannot bear lonely young man, really is a kind of torture. But grandpa invited, I could not bear the lonely old man hard, then chose a sunny noon, grievance to.

To the outskirts of the county seat, met a janitor uncle. The uncle, free to keep an old tricycle parked in the densely rare to non motorized Road, a huge broom across the car hopper, he was lying on his broom, cross legged, comfortably basking in the sun. At noon, suitable temperature, and a gentle breeze blowing, really happy. Big orange overalls, reflecting the warm sunshine, although grey hair, still and playing the drama look pleased with oneself. I suddenly think of a word: "poetic dwelling".

The so-called "poetic dwelling", probably is this appearance! We always have such a person, really famous scenic mountains and rivers into the distance, take leave of, 000 miles around. The way back, either by the crowd squeezed to death, disappointment; or acts "life if you can live here." ". There is a poem to say: "no no Xiang, peace of mind is a place", and the famous "big moves in the city, small faint in the wild", in fact, if have an indifferent leisurely mood, no matter is the resort of green mountains and rivers, or scene of debauchery of the bustling city, is a poetic dwelling.! Tourism, so tourism play, what is customer outside, just to satisfy a curiosity and to eliminate the long Ju dullness, perhaps really let you live there for a while, but don't feel to Dentist .

Along the road to walk, is full of spring morning sickness Fanghua scene. The lake Lian Lian, magpie chatters, a new arch out of wild herbs in the land. And those who are still bare with branches, swaying gently in the wind, reflecting the warmth of the sun, a year of vigorous vitality. Much has farmers hard planing the whole land, machines roaring, which do not look as green wheat fields, don't let them and how much joy, how many sad. No wonder so many sayings about spring, probably have expressed a preference over in favour of spring! I always have a hope, hope that one day I can use their own language to me world of colorful colorful paint, as the spring, but always incapable of action, let it slowly forgotten.

In the evening, the village rising wave of smoke. I remember the familiar smell, no matter where I am, will be filled with a strong yearning and moved. Remember dead people, think of an irreplaceable love. Grandpa is a large rounded with steamed stuffed bun, said to be twenty-five holidays, meant for me. My heart is moved, he was on the verge of tears. How many times I have fun will forget them, and they stand alone, silently waiting for, careful concern.

Heart click into place, I dare not say "poetic dwelling", simply, it all when these days is "perch tranquilly"!

Zhu Geliang in the book "commandment" in say: "static with cultivate one's morality, cultivate virtue throug practicing Thrift", said: "no non indifferent to Ming Chih, quiet Zhi Yuan", I don't agree with the "Inaction" ideas, but also do not advocate utilitarian inspirational. Our efforts are not should be toward their own physical and mental pleasure direction? I hope not eager for a quick success when we walk in the youth on the road when, not impulsive, pompous, steadfast, uniform. We can slow down, quietly enjoying around every beauty and moved by the details, can accompany more vicissitudes of the parents, to live with it. I don't want when we walked past the youth, only have money and meritorious service, for those near miss at the side of remorse. As the old saying goes "things", the more you get to go, will have more to lose. And I just want to numerous in this life, in the day in and day out for the dream, as the rush of life, ask a sentence: "this is really what I want?" GEM blog

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