Its source is Li Shen's "sympathy for farmers".
At noon, farmers mowed in the scorching sun, and sweat dripped into the soil where the seedlings grew. Who knew that every meal on the plate was so hard-won?
It implies that the language of this poem is simple and profound. There is a story about a rich man's son who didn't know how difficult the crops were. He often goes to restaurants to eat jiaozi, but he spits out all jiaozi and only eats meat. Later, a fire broke out at home and was razed to the ground overnight from Loumeige. He became a beggar and wanted to go to this restaurant. The boss treated him with dumpling wrappers, and he was deeply moved. The boss said, you're welcome These are all skins that you threw away. I just picked them up to dry. The rich man's son is ashamed. Later, he worked hard, lived frugally and became rich again. This story also confirms the truth that "everyone knows that every meal is hard".
Work diligently for the country and frugally for the family.
The source is Shangshu Dayu Mo.
The general idea is to be diligent in running state undertakings and frugal in running family life.
Remind us that thrift is the traditional virtue of our people. The legendary ancient sages all did this, and they devoted themselves to state affairs. Dayu is diligent in managing water conservancy, but he can't make ends meet. Yao is particularly concerned about the masses and thinks it is his fault that others are hungry and cold. The life of ancient sages was very frugal. They often wear coarse clothes, eat coarse rice and drink wild vegetable soup. Yao, Shun and Yu are thrifty and thrifty in their careers and lives, winning the hearts of the people.
The story of grain
Feng
The sentence "Food is the most important thing for the people" deeply touched me.
When I was a child, in my grandfather's arms, I learned the importance of food to people. At the dinner table, grandpa saw that our brother and sister had lost rice, so he picked it up one by one and sent it to his mouth. He talked about the days when he was short of food and rice: "My baby, how did your grandfather raise you when he was your age?" He has already sent them to the landlord's house to herd cattle and beg for food! " At that time, a bucket of rice could buy a dam field! "Later, my father's nagging is mixed with some hunger history in China. I don't know how many people starved to death in three years of natural disasters. People who almost starved to death and survived naturally regard food as particularly precious and have special feelings for it.
What I can remember is the grain distribution of the collective in the last year. My parents are both good workers on the team. * * * earned more than 400 work points, and only got 1000 Jin of rice a year, which was the year when my family got the most food. According to my mother, if you can only divide up to 800 kilograms of rice in previous years, you can't eat a few meals of white rice a year without mixing this with that. At that time, I also saw the captain, Uncle Sangou, smiling and carrying the remaining dozens of kilograms of corn to the poor households in the village.
After the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee, the villagers happily divided and divided the collective land, and my family divided an acre of paddy fields and several acres of dry land, as well as a few pieces of yellow soil. My parents were so happy that they didn't sleep a wink for several nights.
When people care for the land in their hands with great enthusiasm and plant their own hopes, a rare disaster comes to us and hunger comes back again. Thanks to the supply and relief from the state, we can only live a life of eating ferns and wild vegetables to satisfy our hunger. By 1984, when the weather is fine, my family has a bumper harvest. The whole family collected more than 3,000 kilograms of rice in 4 mu of land, four times more than the collective time. From then on, my family began to eat white rice, which was never a good day for my grandparents.
1992, go to the county to study in high school. I heard that hybrid rice varieties can double the yield in the city, so I saved a little money and went to the seed company with a grain of salt. After my kind aunt helped me pack the rice seeds, I insisted on planting them in a scientific way. I wrote two pages in my notebook and went home at the weekend to tell my parents happily. Dad won't believe it. I have planted saplings for decades. I told him about it and showed him the newspaper report about increasing the yield of hybrid rice. He reluctantly agreed to raise four bags of rice seeds. I specially asked for a few days off and helped my father build a simple seedling shed at home to raise the seedlings and let them grow slowly at home. When I came back from vacation, my sister told me that when I planted seedlings, all the potatoes in the village were planted except grass, and all the corn was planted. As far as my family is concerned, it took three people almost half a month to finish the work. When the neighbors saw it, they all said, "What his family did this year is very strange. I am afraid that both ends will bear millet."
The miracle of autumn harvest appeared. After my father's painstaking efforts, my rice was surprisingly good that year. When I was harvesting, I looked at the strong stems and full ears of grain, and I was surprised that more than ten plants were sent out by one seedling. I began to lament the magic of science. Of course, the uncles in the village are even more surprised. On the basis of previous years, the family received more than 3,000 kilograms, and rice bent his father's solid shoulder. I found a rare smile on my father's frowning face. From then on, he began to believe in science and took the lead in promoting science and technology.
Everyone in the village was dumbfounded and overcharged by more than 3 thousand Jin. It should be a double-headed millet! Hybrid rice opened their eyes. In the second year, every household bought hybrid rice seeds to learn from my family. After this pass, the granary in the village can be filled, and you won't have to worry about eating white rice.
Stories about food
When I was a child at my grandmother's house, my grandmother told me many fairy tales. What impressed me the most was a story about food, which is still fresh in my memory.
The story is that a long time ago, the daughter-in-law of a rich man's family saw that the family was very rich, and there were all kinds of gold, silver and jewelry that could not be used up. Instead, I cook a lot of meals every day and pour them into the swill tank. Over time, she was sued by the kitchen god to the jade emperor. The jade emperor was very surprised, so he ordered the heavenly soldiers to come down to the rich man's house at three o'clock the next day. If the situation is true, he must go to hell to pay the price. The kind Guanyin Bodhisattva heard the news and wanted to give the family a chance to turn over a new leaf. That night, she had a dream for the daughter-in-law of the rich man's family, asking her to scoop out the food poured in the swill tank and eat it clean, otherwise she and her family would be finished. Daughter-in-law woke up in the middle of the night and clearly remembered the expression and words of Guanyin Bodhisattva when she woke up. Remembering her extravagant behavior in ordinary life, she immediately got up and fished out all the food in the swill tank, washed it repeatedly with clear water, then dried it in a pot and fried it in oil overnight for the whole family to eat.
At three o'clock noon the next day, the sunny weather suddenly became stormy, with lightning and thunder. Suddenly, three deafening thunder and lightning exploded on the roof of the house. Mountain soldiers came to her kitchen, fished in the sewage tank for three times in a row, and didn't catch a grain of rice, so they had to report to the Jade Emperor. With this lesson, the family has been thrifty since then, and dare not waste another grain. This is the first "shocking education" that bad food gave me when I was a child.
When I was a child, every day at dinner, my mother always asked me to finish all the dishes in the bowl, not a grain of rice left. Mom said that if there are rice grains in the bowl when eating, over time, the child's face will grow pockmarked and become ugly. Although I was hazy at that time, I didn't understand my mother's words, and I didn't know what pockmarked faces and ugly faces looked like, but looking at my mother's serious expression when she spoke, I knew how terrible the consequences would be if I didn't cherish food. I didn't know until I grew up that this was a story made up by my grandmother and mother in order to cultivate my character of cherishing food from an early age.
At the age of nineteen, I received another profound education about cherishing food. I wrote a novel that year and felt good about myself, so I was anxious to visit an old writer. At that time, he was about fifty years old, and he was very warm and kind to literary lovers like me. After reading my exercise, he put forward a very pertinent suggestion and asked me to modify it according to his suggestion. Before you know it, it is time for lunch. He went to the canteen and bought me a rice, onion and fried meat. But that's four or two servings of rice, plus vegetables. I couldn't finish half of it, and I was a little embarrassed to say, "teacher, I can't finish it." Where is the rest of the food? " What I still can't forget is that the teacher asked me to put it there first. After a while, the teacher picked up the leftover food and ate it, saying, "How can such good food be thrown away?" As the saying goes, wasting food is a crime. You young people! "I suddenly remembered the story my grandmother told me when I was a child and what my mother said. In the face of the teacher's calm movements and words, I was surprised and ashamed, and at that time I was speechless.
It was my parents and teachers who taught me in their different ways of education, which made me pay deep respect to food and hard-working farmers in my life. I also sincerely hope that my friends and children born in such a rich age can inherit and carry forward this fine quality and put it into action, instead of just reciting "weeding at noon, sweat dripping down the soil." Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? ".
With the frequent human activities and the destruction of the environment, natural disasters have occurred frequently in recent years, and food has increasingly become a major problem threatening human survival. Not long ago, it was shocking that thousands of people in some African countries died because of lack of food. For a country with a population of more than one billion, the food problem is the most important. In some places, for immediate economic benefits, a large number of fertile land and cultivated land are used to build high-rise buildings and factories, forming a development trend that cities surround rural areas. The green wheat fields in the past have now become apple orchards, vineyards and even high-rise buildings that make money quickly! Faced with such a realistic situation, I feel inexplicably heavy and sad.
Maybe I always think about such things during the day. That night, I had a dream: the north was dry and the south was flooded. Hungry people ran to the apple orchards upstairs and downstairs, but they couldn't buy edible steamed bread and rice with bundles of money. I woke up in a cold sweat. I hope this will always be just a dream!
The Story of Food II
Last night, I watched the red TV series General Chen Geng to commemorate the Long March, and there was a story about food in the middle. When the Red Army crossed the grassland on the Long March, it was short of food. Orphans are a Red Army that has not been officially recognized. This is because he is too young. However, it is such a small red army that when crossing the grass, it gives its meager food to the sick and wounded and to the soldiers carrying stretchers. His dry food bag has been bulging, and he often "steals" his mouth behind everyone's back. The boss also criticized him for this, saying that his consciousness was not high.
It was not until nine and a half pounds starved to death on the grass that everyone found that his dry food bag contained a cow bone covered with tooth marks. When I can't stand the hunger, I often take two bites on the cow bones behind everyone's back to satisfy my hunger. At that particular historical stage, a grain of grain could save a soldier's life, leaving the hope of life to others. The story of this little soldier deeply shocked me.
This kind of shock makes me firmly hold a high respect for those who lived in that era. Between commercials, I watched TV on another channel, which happened to be a red film, telling the story of crossing the grass. The troops led by He Long were forced across the grassland by the enemy. At that time, there was no food. Everyone feeds on weeds. Every time he cooks weeds, the team leader always eats a little first, and then lets the soldiers eat it an hour later. The colonel's sister was puzzled and asked her brother why he wanted to eat first. The colonel said, "I am your wine taster, and you are all my emperors." It turned out that the colonel was afraid that some wild vegetables were poisonous, so he ate them first.
In this story, weeds have also become the food for soldiers to survive. In order to get this so-called grain for the soldiers, the colonel spared no expense to taste it with his own life.
I often hear friends who are a little impatient in the city say that they are tired of watching those red films, which are all fake. Those who live in colorful cities prefer to watch so-called blockbusters from Hollywood, or all kinds of bullying stories in modern cities, or Korean and Japanese TV dramas where people are desperately in love, and some people will eventually get terminally ill. They hate red movies.
Let's not talk about how those movies were made, but some really let us beat ourselves constantly. This is a gift for us who are impetuous now.
When watching TV series, Lao Zhou and I repeatedly talked about a point, that is, it is not easy for people who came out of that era and walked through the Long March through bullets. They deserve to be eulogized by people of every era. During the Long March of the Red Army, there were many stories about food, but these stories about food were rarely remembered by future generations. Here I have to tell another story about food very angrily.
At that time, I was still very young and had just graduated from primary school to junior high school. There was a grain station near the school at that time. It was an era when civil servants often gave people IOUs. I don't know whether this era has lasted until now, because I have been away from there for many years. At that time, ordinary people bought clean and processed grain, but people in the grain depot colluded with some vendors outside to make profits. Every night, they dug up a lot of soil, dried it, crushed it and added it to the grain to be transported away, thus greatly increasing the quantity of grain.
I heard the secret from one of my classmates. His father is an employee of a grain depot. I didn't believe it at first, but one night I did see someone digging a hole and bagging it behind our school. Later, it spread among the people, and everyone seemed to follow suit. Many people sell grain to grain depots with soil.
There is also a scene in the grain depot where many children are playing in the yard. Those children are all wearing big shoes and fat pants. At that time, a lot of food was collected and left unattended in the yard. Many adults instruct children to pretend to play in it and let them steal food with shoes and pants. At that time, everyone was not short of food. The food stolen by the child was immediately sold by the parents to the surrounding vendors, who changed some snacks that were not very delicious.
Until now, the ridiculous figures of the children who shuttled through the grain piles often appear in my mind. In the hype of adding soil to grain, many people around them became rich quickly, but no one was exposed later, which may be a phenomenon that cheered many people. This phenomenon made me often gnash my teeth when I was just studying for a few years.
I like watching a public service advertisement about caring for food, which was shot by some football stars and African children who lacked food during the World Cup. Those big names did a good thing for those starving children. That good thing always reminds more people that there are still many people on the brink of hunger on this earth where we live.
1979 165438+1October, at the 20th General Conference of the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations, the annual 65438+1October16 was designated as World Food Remembrance Day. It seems that many people remember this day, but they can't seem to remember that there are still people who lack food in this junk food world.
Many people are wasting food, including ourselves. I remember watching a story in a TV series. In a rich family with a lot of land, the third young master was punished for eating and working in the field with his servants. During the busy farming season, the master steamed meat buns for long-term workers. The third young master only eats meat and stutters in the bucket. At first, he was the only one who threw it, and later several long-term workers also learned from him. This scene was seen by the old landlord. He didn't say anything. Another picture is in his field, looking at golden wheat grains. The old man said, "A person who doesn't know how to cherish food will not have a good harvest." This story about food reminds us that when we have enough to eat and wear warm clothes, we must think of those who have been starved to death in famine years.
It is shameful to waste food. Let's start from ourselves and tell our future generations that saving is not shameful. On the contrary, saving is an honor. Saving is a kind of respect for yourself and others.