Urban farmer, education observer. Twenty years on the high school podium and two years on the farm in the suburbs. I rented land to grow vegetables, and I also grew tired myself.
The anxiety and internal friction of being trapped on a three-foot podium for half my life was quietly overburdened by the scrawled meals of the fast food era. So I cultivated the soil with my left hand to fight against the tight mediocrity of the city; I held the pen with my right hand to salvage the fragments of light and confusion on the road to education.
After three failed attempts to grow vegetables in the city and several ups and downs, he finally rented a square inch of fertile land in Qingtang Village. Planting in autumn and harvesting in winter, loosening the soil heals the mind; daily fireworks dissolve tension and obsession.
Purpose: Urban professionals heal themselves through pastoral farming, and find self-salvation and the true heart of life between education and soil.