Yearn for farm

Nowadays, the yard is always spread what you stole my radish, she stole my watermelon and so on words. Passerby don't know, still think these people are really doesn't know any better, so much person still pilfer, first don't worry!

Recently, the yard set up a huge play happy farm QQ game upsurge, I had no exception to become one of the member. Ever since the own farm, I don't have a moment to relax. In order to manage well the land, I toss in the busy busy between species.

Give the earth crop weeding, destroy insects, watering, fertilizing. Until the crops mature and gathered into the granary, sell the harvest things for the next season to kind of fruit or vegetables or food crop seeds, and then planted them into the ground. In short, in order not to let the air defense, in order to receive something, I am a little also dare not neglect.

Perhaps because it is to play games, many people have formed the steal (tentatively called steal it) habit. As a result, our yard, often have owner in make no bones about chanted XXX stole my things, thus, everyone know who stole the who things. But know what? Owner and the thief did not happen any quarrel with conflict, the owner did not put the thief to justice, also do not raise any such as compensation requirements. The thief, it is completely a picture as if nothing has occurredly appearance, face red bar not expanding, not still also don't say not also, on the contrary and owner played fervent, as if they had not happened between any matter, get the older generation are the two monks is confused, only in one side exclamation: ah, these young people!

Sometimes I hard plant crops will also be friends stolen, I'm chagrin, doubted my friends personality, they shouldn't do this to me. I even thought of simply not planted, see them stealing who to. Want to return to think, I still insist that every tilling the harvest, harvest the work again. The good news is that a period of time comes down, I incredibly upgrade, and get the gold is particularly significant. I use the gold for I like house, puppy, also hired the farmer. Gradually I found, the more I cannot leave the place, comes back from work every day, tired went around the farm, there is my sky. There, I saw the harvest hope. There, I have a put his ideas into rural happy and contented, have a kind of belt month Dutch hoe to nice; Is in there, there is a feeling called empty spirit, let me experience with halcyon. Everything there seem to understand me, my hut, puppy, the stars, the moon, including the field of crops.

Looking back now, if had afraid someone stole my things so let farm desert, that I will now where? The sow can only hope to harvest, a variety of the charge and less is less close, don't they don't accept. A even being stolen, stolen after all is one of the few, the more gains belong to himself. Even if the others really steal all my things and might as well, at least I had struggled, on this road stop, I enjoy to the fullest the came all the way scenery, my life is a pen the most precious wealth, why care about the amount of harvest? I think, the process always is more important than the result, better than no better.

Yes, life a lot of things and then did it ever be not such, the efforts, there will be hope, struggle, hope can leave you a step closer, conversely, she will swagger off. We busy day, just because we are sowing hope, just because we hope that next year the good crop weather, ManCang grain.

Now, I still continue to run my farm, till my heart that piece of land. I think, there is my sky, I will never let her desolation dull and lonely.