The first people I met lying flat were in the village. Three summer harvesting and planting, time is extremely valuable. There are some lazy people, basically old bachelors, or wives afraid to run away from the class of bachelors, rain or shine, are lying down to sleep, or sit and play chess.
They have been said behind their backs, I was taught not to learn that kind of people when I grow up. You have to be hardworking. The same piece of land, if you throw corn seed in the morning, will grow very differently than if you throw it in the evening. This will determine whether you will fill your stomach in the coming spring or carry a gourd scoop and shamelessly go to the neighbor’s house to borrow noodles.
My mother is such a top hard worker. She never squatted, but half bent over, and swept the surrounding area like a crab with a handful of brute force. She didn’t squat herself, nor did she allow us three kids to squat. Once when I was squatting and pulling weeds, she sneaked up from behind and kicked me down to the ground, so unmusical.
When I was six or seven years old, she forced me to herd sheep. I had to go out at three o’clock in the afternoon, when the sun was hot and the other children herding sheep and cutting grass had not yet gone to work, so I begged her to give me a little grace, so she answered my plea with a stick.
She never chicken children, I do not finish the farm work, do not want to do something else. So, until the fourth grade, I never wrote my homework. The next day I was physically punished by the teacher for that, so let’s do it. They were not as angry as my mother was.
But my mom was so hardworking that she squeezed all the labor out of the house. The next spring, we still did not have enough to eat. The three of us could only share one steamed bun, which was irregular in shape, and my mother’s knife work was hardly accurate, so the three of us stood by the pot before the steamer was uncovered and the amazing grab before the cage was opened.
Years later, I complained to my parents that they had let me starve as a child, and that I had become a poor thinker, unable to get rich in my middle age. They were always amazed and denied it. In their memories, they were thrifty, frugal, and raised their three children with great effort and respect.
My complaints, too, were in jest; I did not condemn them. Within their cognitive and physical threshold, they had fought as hard as they could, but in those days, did not fight for food and dignity. They were far less happy than the old bachelors in the village, and the couple quarreled every day about things that did not cost more than two hundred dollars.
At that time, I hated my parents countless times, if not for us three siblings, my parents should live a better life, right? If we hadn’t been the children of this family, we would probably have had enough to eat.
Many people try their last breath just to get out of the village or neighborhood and avoid living the life of their parents. Most of them, in vain. The losers only lie flat on the ground in addition to return to their parents.
To put it bluntly, I have more sympathy for those who now claim to lie flat. –The word I would like to use is “support”, but I don’t dare to take the responsibility of such encouragement.
When people do their best, but still can barely feed themselves, lying flat is not wrong. Not to marry, not to have children, not to buy a house, these three are not enough to solve more than 80% of a person’s worries.
Custom and state regulation, the first to meet the needs of the big man, not your freedom and happiness. Where the big man is more powerful, the harder it is to survive, people will instead be more eager to adapt their lives to the toughest model, which is to breed more soldiers, tax payers and consumers.
It all stems from a lie: the root cause of the problem, propagated by some as the cure for the problem. But in fact, countless poor people have labored and endured at all costs to upgrade, at best, hay and stables so that the next generation of cattle and horses could be born.
More fruits were taken away by the big shots. The efforts of the poor, in essence, reinforced the shackles around their necks. There are very few people who can smash the shackles, who do not enter a dangerous state, who do not live in a chaotic state, who do not have a way, and who float in the sea by the beam.
Of course, I am talking about the evil capitalist society, such as Japan. Low desire society, no edge society, women’s poverty, old age downside, unmarried people …… a whole lot of Eastern terms, all of which tell us that Tokyo is no longer hot, cool.
Across the sea, our side of the landscape is unique.
Writing here, a little off-topic. Let’s go back to the bachelors of our village. Most of the village’s laughs, gossip, and antics are provided by them. Not after a lifetime of hard work, they are difficult to have a good end, but also no worse.
The village does not have the word “lie flat”, the people who really lie over the mountains, rivers and earth, have a better way of expression.
We say, “fall down and get hammered”.
We also say, “lie down all over the mud, get up all over the mud”.
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