"Daoxiangdu" - a long healing farming article.
Shen Qinghe left Beijing and returned to his old village in the south of the Yangtze River, dragging a suitcase with wheels off its wheels. The fields were deserted, the wallet was deflated, and she couldn't even tell the difference between leeks and wheat seedlings. She first learned to bend down, and then to look at the sky. She planted the first rice seedling staggered, but was straightened by a spring rain. When the rice was ripe, she pushed the stone mill to grind the rice, lit a fire in the stove, turned the brown rice into wine, put the wine aroma into a glass bottle, and then affixed the trademark written by herself - "Daoxiangdu". The money gradually increased, the tiles of the old house were re-arranged, and the wooden bridge on the river was replaced with new piles. The carpenter who taught was planning boards by the river during the day, and helped her carry grain bags at night. The two sat side by side on the threshing floor, watching the moon rise from the end of the rice field to the ridge. The rice waves are growing one after another, and the days are becoming more solid every inch. With her wallet bulging and her heart bulging, she finally found her roots in the soil.
Purpose: If you can go back to your hometown, you can also move forward.