Uncle Huang is my classmate's father. He was a carpenter and the captain of the infrastructure team during the people's commune period. Later, he started a team and went to the city for construction, becoming one of the so-called people who got rich first. When I was in high school, their family moved to the city.
Goodbye Huang Shu, in his early sixties after more than ten years, he looks ten years younger than his actual age. The whole family was there that day. Aunt Huang is cooking and Uncle Huang is helping. Huang Shule, who is clumsy, is bossed around by Aunt Huang. After dinner, Huang Shu asked the children to play cards, chat and watch TV, while washing the bowl and humming a nice tune. I sat on the sofa with my classmates and talked about Uncle Huang, his father. He said, "My father was like this when we were young. No matter how busy we are at work, we will help with housework when we get home. Now that our brother and sister have married and left them, let them ask for a nanny. He insists on doing it himself and says that those trivial chores are happiness. "
I was deeply moved by Huang Shu's view of happiness. Yes, happiness is trivial, it is the taste of rice, oil and salt, it is the symphony of pots and pans, and it is the tacit understanding of mutual love. People who can't sleep at night know the joy of sweet snoring best; What a wanderer who has left his hometown misses most is his mother's caring nagging; The lonely dissatisfied housewife in the boudoir is most afraid of seeing the blushing Xia Hong on the bride's face. Trivial affairs and ordinary life are often the truest happiness.
Everyone is familiar with Xin Qiji's famous sentence "Qingpingle (Village Residence)": "The eaves of Mao are low and small, and the grass on the stream is green. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children's hooligans best, lying in the stream and peeling lotus. " White-haired Weng Yi, Yue; This scene is full of fun. "hoeing beans", "weaving chicken nests" and "peeling lotus flowers" are trivial things, but they are also real pastoral joy and happy life.
A friend of mine lives in a nursing home. Some ordinary old people living in it used to be generals who commanded thousands of troops. They took their children and grandchildren for a walk, bought vegetables with baskets, and looked happy and satisfied. After a vigorous experience and change, the days have become cordial, the trivial things have become lovely, and the heart has become soft.
Life is impermanent, cherish every day and do everything well. Trivial and ordinary days are the truest happiness.