Grow like a weed

A few days ago, I packed up my house and found a corn bud in the card slot of the aluminum window on the window sill. I thought it was a few months ago that I added soil to the flowerpot on the window sill, and accidentally sprinkled some flowers and soil. As for the sprouted corn, it should be the landlord who landed earlier. Because it is winter, the melt water of the ice on the window often flows into the card slot. Although the conditions are difficult, and sometimes it will freeze, but after all, there is water and soil, and the rooting of the corn is reasonable.

This sprouted corn really surprised me and pondered for a long time. The surprise and contemplation came from my memory of a disaster relief at the beginning of the year.

At that time, it was already June, and the corn in the farmland had grown a lot. Some farmers began to spray the herbicide into the field. I don't want to, the weather is abrupt, and there is a hail underground. In a few days, almost all the crops that had grown well were dead, but the field weeds that suffered the same disasters re-emerged and scattered leaves. Some of the broken weeds also pulled out new branches at the break, and there was a kind of dead wood. The feeling of raw flowers.

I am thinking that the crops and weeds that grow on the same land, despite the flourishing of the crops that people care for, in the face of disasters, will eventually not meet the weeds that have been rooted in the land. Even if it is also a corn seed, the corn that grows in the fertile soil as a crop is destroyed by a disaster. The corn that grows as a weed is rooted in thin ice in the window slot of the lack of soil and the cold day. This has nothing to do with the persistence of vitality, but the living situation has changed the original habit.

This reminds me of my classmates. At that time, many students in the class showed extraordinary talent. Some people write calligraphy characters are particularly handsome, and there are artificial strokes that are delicate and realistic. Some people can leave other students far behind each other in the wild, and every time the test results are always the first. However, because in the eyes of adults, even the entire village, the entire rural area and the entire country, with excellent test scores into the university, this is the only way to get ahead. Therefore, everyone is doing the "good students" under the guidance of the teachers and parents. Today, many years later, the best student in the year was holding a whip in the cow, the best student in the painting was plowing the field, and the fastest running student did not run because the mountain was cut by a wild boar. After graduating from college, the students with the best test scores changed seven or eight jobs a year, and finally returned to their hometown to marry someone, becoming the most boring village woman who was the first to look down on. I am really fortunate. Although I have not been able to make a fortune, I have always been arrogant, insisting on my own literary dreams. Occasionally, a small article published in a newspaper has the interest to drink two small wines.

Perhaps all things are the same, they are giving life and vitality to the soil, and they are all given thoughts and emotions by the soil. Just like a corn, if it must be allowed to grow as a crop in the way that humans have specified, it can resist the wind, snow, snow, rain, rain, even the instinct of rebirth, and the habit of changing the rules and regulations, the living with the hands and feet, maybe Strong, but more vulnerable. It is better to grow like a weed, and with the instinct to live, the longest roots are tied to the deepest soil.