There are three days to go before the holiday of spring festival ends. With about 14 days, it is practically the biggest holiday in the year. Yet it seems that the happy time flies and soon it will be time to pack my luggage and return to the big city for work.
Oh, how I adore the rural life!
In the tranquil moments in the morning, usually I will stand before the window of the living room of my parent's farmhouse. There are no such hustle and bustle of the cities here. Amid a profound serenity, birds are singing pleasantly...The morning sun has been there in the blue sky ever since some 7'o clock in the morning. It shines brightly, peering into the small courtyard of the house and even illuminating part of the living room. There are somehow no visitors to the house. In a moment like that, I will make myself a cup of oolong tea, sip the tea and contemplate the good time that is passing by slowly...
At night, after the shower, I will climb up to the terrace of the farmhouse where when I look up, it is the immense starry sky. By 10 pm, most of the neighbors have slept or prepared to go to bed and it is dark and quiet around. With less illumination in the village there seems to be more stars over my head...There are several constellations which I can easily identify. Occasionally there are area-planes, so tiny from the distance and with flashing red light passing hurriedly under the stars. I look at the old houses about our farmhouse and marvel how time flies...Over 20 years have passed since I lived here, then I went to the ever hustling and sophisticated world outside and many a things have changed...I try to record and go over memories on my mind...
Then it is about to terminate this casual rural life and return to the big city which seem to me operate like a giant machine..People there lead a routine life: work is important that it should dominate the majority of their day time;work performance is important that it should worry constantly