Lyrical Prose: Soil 1 There is such a taste: fragrant and sweet, but astringent; there is such a feeling: solid and warm, but ordinary; there is such a feeling: lingering in dreams, making people reluctant to let go for life.·

·····All of this comes from the soil.

If the soil does not explain its width, it does not affect its ability to accommodate all things; if the soil does not explain its thickness, nothing can replace it; if the soil does not explain its profoundness, it does not affect its status as the foundation of all things.

Everything in the world, apart from the sky, is probably only soil.

The sky gives people an unpredictable and ethereal feeling.

On the contrary, soil gives people a kind, easy and mother-like feeling.

We are all stepping on the yellow soil and have high aspirations.

As the saying goes, "If you don't fly, you will be fine. If you fly, you will soar into the sky."

When we ride the east wind and step on the blue clouds to climb to the high sky, to reach the paradise we yearn for in our dreams, suddenly looking back, it turns out that what we are thinking about is the land that gave birth to our lives.

We are always like this. After reaching the other side of our dreams, we will miss the other side that we are struggling to fly away from.

"Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land so deeply!" The sage told us that only the most pious love is the best reward for the land.

Among all living beings, who can achieve equality for all living beings?

soil.

The soil did it.

In the soil, eggplants can grow as big as they like; vines can climb as high as they like, and they can grow there if the sky is willing to accept them; sunflowers have the right to pursue the sun, even if it is an unknown grass.

There is also the freedom to grow taller.

All of these, because they are born in mud and grow in soil.

Soil gives birth to all things.

The lotus comes from the mud; the willow takes root in the ground; the golden ear of rice also yearns for the mud - and bends down; the plum blossom stands proudly in the snow.

Even in today's society, we cannot leave the land for a moment.

On the yellow soil, tens of thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground; uneven farmyards rise from the ground; even cement and steel bars have to be refined from the yellow soil.

The soil is the witness of our life.

It carries every moment of our youth; records our turbulent years; and also collects our emotions about the passing of light and shadow... As long as you read it carefully, you will always find that you have clearly experienced this in this land.

, the past events in oneself, big or small.

Soil is also the home of all things in the world.

The fallen red turns into spring mud and returns to the soil; the fallen leaves find their roots and return to the earth; the dandelions blown away by the wind will finally take root in the mud; the wanderers from the end of the world will eventually return to their hometown.

To us, soil is the affection of fallen leaves to roots.

It feels bland, but I can’t finish it.

——Epilogue Lyrical Prose: Mud 2 My hometown is located at the foot of Fenglong Mountain in Hebei Province.

The villagers have been farming for generations, and there are dirt roads in the fields.

I grew up crawling in the dirt. There are wonderful and wonderful stories about my childhood on the dirt road, and it also leaves the footprints of my life... I remember when I was very young, my brother and a few companions often carried me on their backs and walked to Shijiazhuang Department Store.

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At that time, I couldn't bear to spend the few cents my mother gave me. I just went to the sales space to feast my eyes on it. In addition, I had to walk slowly on the asphalt road of Zhongshan Road. Cars were rare at that time, and I only saw people riding bicycles to and from get off work. The crowds of people passed by us silently.

There was no sound of cycling on the dirt road. The spacious, flat and straight asphalt road left the most beautiful impression in my heart.

We had fun for a long time before we were willing to leave.

Walking out of the city, we set foot on the dirt road of our hometown.

It was getting dark gradually. My brother and his friends took turns carrying me on their backs and rushed home without delay.

I heard their breathing and thumping footsteps, and my young heart longed for the asphalt road leading to my hometown!

When I was a boy, I had to feed my little piglets.

I often pull a small car for a hundred-mile round trip to Shijiazhuang North China Pharmaceutical Factory to collect swill. Every time I go to the city, I have to go back and forth on an asphalt road.

Stepping from the dirt road onto the flat asphalt road, I immediately felt a sense of relaxation. I was so carried away that I didn’t know how to express this relaxing and happy enjoyment!

I pulled the cart full of swill out of the city center and walked down the asphalt road onto the dirt road in my hometown. The straps on my shoulders became tight and my steps became heavier.

When I walked out of Dongying Village, 30 miles away from Shijiazhuang, I began to feel unbearably hungry and my legs were weak. The road to the west, which is more than ten miles away from home, is uphill again.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and pull him home as hard as I could. I was so tired that I was sweating profusely and didn’t bother to wipe it.

Tasting the salty sweat in my mouth, I silently and helplessly counted the trees beside the dirt road, struggling to move forward... At this moment, I looked forward to when the asphalt road would lead to my home!

Hope, hope, hope. No matter where you go now, asphalt roads and concrete roads are everywhere, each showing its style.