A woman only repeats a few things she does every day in her life: weaving, carrying water, burning fire, cooking, not knowing how to read or write, not thinking of revenge, never leaving her village in her whole life, and guarding one with all her emotions. People, stay in one place, where the mountains and flowers are in full bloom, the crops are everywhere, the spring and autumn are cold and summer, and the year is year after year. Life is strong and clear.
Is it only in those places in those days that tinkers would mend broken blue-and-white porcelain bowls, and people would give public meals, dig wells to fetch water, cook with fire, build houses with wood, and paste them with paper? In the window, cutting window grilles, cutting wild vegetables, in the undulating wheat field, the girl runs desperately, just because she has a person and a love in her heart. People live down-to-earth lives, and their hearts are also crushed in, rubbing into the years. Happiness comes from a dazzling floral cloth, a worthy person, and a thumping heart. Is it true that I can better understand what life is?
There is also such a moving picture in "My Neighbor Totoro". Two little girls and an old woman are in the countryside. The cucumbers are placed in a small bamboo basket and hung in the well water, waiting to be cold. When the time comes, take it up and bite it with satisfaction. At this moment, the lives of people and cucumbers suddenly have meaning.
Occasionally, in my life, such bits and pieces came in. I was waiting for the transit bus at Shenzhen Bay Port. I was dazedly attracted by the card issued by a woman in front of me. The colorful and shiny beads the size of glass balls were clustered together, and the sun was shining. Under the sparkling flash, I was attracted for no reason, I just felt good. It took me a while to come back to my senses, and then I remembered to look at it with the usual aesthetic standards, and it was actually a cheap and crude product. In fact, how? I secretly laugh at myself...
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