A Fertile Field in the Heart

"Heart has fertile land" When I closed the 100th article, I didn't know when it was drizzling outside the window. The ink on the paper gradually faded in the dusk, but something calmer and clearer than the ink quietly emerged in my heart - it was a fertile field that had been carefully cultivated by words. The water of the Yi River flows in the ditch, and Taihang stones stand on the field ridges. When the spring breeze blows, what grows is not rice beams, but a whole living human world. Writing is perhaps the most humbling of farming. The author leans down to the soil of life and buries the seeds of memory, the germs of thoughts, and the roots of emotions, ridge after ridge, into the wilderness of time. These chapters are about bending down and getting up again and again. Some seeds have grown into trees - just like my father's words, "Standing in the wind to death, but not bowing to starvation", a shade has long been opened in the center of this land; some have bloomed into fine flowers - the fragrance of the jasmine next door, the musty smell between the pages of old books, the coolness of the water in the Red Rock Gorge - they do not compete for attention, but they give the entire field a breathing rhythm. The most precious thing about this book is precisely that it never attempts to be a "book of answers." The author never declares what life should be like, he just spreads out his acres calmly: You see, cypress trees can grow in rock crevices, and gardens can be cultivated on saline-alkali land; although parting leaves a dry river bed, there are endless water veins underground; we will eventually break away from the expectations of others, but meet our true self again in a broader world. Such a calm display is already compassion in itself. The process of reading is like a reverse plowing: we are not picking fruits from the book, but sowing our own joys and sorrows, perceptions and memories into the plowed soil. Therefore, the figure of our father awakens a certain mountain in our blood, the dusk of Yihe River reflects a certain river in our hometown, and the 1.2 Billion-year-old rock formations of Hongshi Gorge allow us to touch the silent but hard geological ages in our lives. This book is like a clear and profound mirror - what it ultimately reflects is our inner landscape. In an era when everything is pursuing quick success and realization, the image of "fertile farmland" itself has become a quiet declaration: some values ​​must wait for spring sowing and autumn harvest, some fertility must survive drought, flood, wind and frost, and some roots are destined to penetrate hard rock formations. The author's understanding condensed in words may be exactly this: the poverty of the soul is never because we have too little, but because we have never leaned down and cultivated deeply. The sound of rain gradually became heavier. Suddenly I remembered an image that appeared repeatedly in the book - "platform". Life is indeed like a platform. We are here to greet our parents, teachers and friends, our old selves and the passing time. And "Heart Has Good Land" itself has become such a platform: the author placed all the majestic figures, clear encounters, and profound understandings in his life here one by one. We travelers stopped here to warm ourselves and gain strength, then picked up our bags and continued on our way. But when I left, I quietly found a handful of seeds in my luggage - seedlings that had been tillered from this field. Maybe one morning, we will plant a green plant on the window sill, insert a leaf from our hometown in a letter written to a distant place, or when we are tired, think of the Taihang Thuja stretching in the morning clouds. That's enough. A good book never ends on the last page, it really begins - after closing the book, the light in your eyes lights up again, and the field ridge suddenly becomes clear under your feet. It's still raining. The soil is quietly absorbing, and the roots are growing in the dark. Fertile fields never grow old, and the light of the heart stays bright.