With love, everything is expected

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The cousin in the countryside, a robust, dark-skinned, but bright and clear voice, full of the flavor of sunshine. Because of the Qingming, we sat with cousin chatting, cousin told me that he contracted more than 200 acres of land in the countryside, day and day with crops.

In fact, cousin can live a life without farming, two children have their own business, pick him up in the big city with the children, you can live a very leisurely life. Cousin said, "I just love farming. During the busy farming season, I would even build a shack in the field and then just live in the field for many hours."

When my cousin said this, his eyes shone with a glittering light, and at that time, the dark-skinned cousin was really attractive.

Speaking of skin, my cousin said humorously, "People who grow land have two colors of skin throughout the year, from the beginning of spring to the end of the autumn harvest, they are dark and thin. But as soon as winter comes, it starts to turn white, and after the whole winter, you will look at me white and fat." The speaker laughed, and so did the listener, as real life was at hand.

Cousin's more than two hundred acres of land in the countryside, planted with watermelon, peanuts, corn, wheat. Last year alone, the sale of watermelon sold more than 70,000 yuan, cousin said with a smile on his face: "Looking at the growth of wheat seedlings in their own land, especially happy." Then he said, "It's not that my own land is more fertile than others', it's just that I do the work a little more carefully, tilling the land as fine as a surface before sowing, and then giving sufficient fertilizer and water, you say, how can the crop grow badly?"

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Can a person who loves farming so much have a bad harvest? There is nothing that can't be done well as long as you put your heart into it, and when the work is done, it becomes natural. Love is the beginning of all achievements. Love for what you do, you will naturally devote yourself to the body and mind, and will not feel tired, but will feel a sense of joy.

I can appreciate what my cousin said about love, for writing, I also love it. Since I wrote the WeChat public number, I have been updating it every day. Some people ask me: "You write like this every day, aren't you tired?" To be honest, writing seems to me to be the same thing as eating and bathing, which day will not write to feel uncomfortable.

I remember a trip to Guizhou, thinking of the remote location, did not bring a laptop. The first few days of the whole day immersed in a different scenery with their hometown, to the third and fourth day, began to miss the computer, although you can also use the pen to record, but can not edit, really can not survive the days without a computer, but the trip home a few days earlier.

If a person really loves a thing, he will surely remember it every day, not because of some purpose to do it, instinctively will do it.

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My cousin's love of farming and my love of writing both brought us some benefits later on. My cousin earned a lot of money, and I made some progress in my writing because I persisted day by day, and there were more readers.

When Zhuge Liang was a teenager, he learned from Mr. Shuigeng. At that time, there were no clocks and watches, so he used a sundial to tell the time, and when there was no sun on a rainy day, the time was not easy to grasp. In order to know the time, Mr. Shuijing trained the rooster to crow on time by feeding it regularly.

Zhuge Liang was a gifted man, and he could understand what he was talking about. In order to learn more, he wanted to ask Mr. Shuigeng to extend the lecture time, but Mr. Shuigeng always took the rooster's crowing as the criterion. So, Zhuge Liang thought: If the rooster crowing time is delayed, the time of Mr. Shuigeng's lecture will also be extended. So he would bring some grain in his pocket when he went to school, and when the rooster was about to crow, he would feed it a little grain, and the rooster would stop crowing once it had eaten. Mr. Zhuge, who loved reading so much, studied so hard that he eventually became an outstanding politician and military man.

Beethoven, who loved music, and Van Gogh, who loved painting, it was love that gave life a different meaning. Thoreau wrote in "Walden Lake", "I would like to be deeply rooted in life, to suck out the marrow of life, to live solidly, simply, to eliminate everything that does not belong to life cleanly, to force life to extinction, in its most basic form, simply, simply, simply, simply again."

Simple, simple, and simple again, simply to love, simply for a thing to stick to do.

If you love it, everything is expected.