If we want to trace back to where the "field" came from, it seems to be in the early morning after the rain. It rained the night before, and the air in the morning was particularly fresh. I lay in bed and refused to get up, but I heard the sound of shoveling in a daze. I feel very strange, how can there be such a sound in the concrete forest surrounded by tall buildings? I got up and followed the sound of shovels and saw a warm scene outside the window. An old woman with two or three-year-old grandchildren is "reclaiming land". In less than two hours, there was a square "field" between the walls piled with cement bricks.
After a while, it was another morning after the rain. In this square "field", I accidentally found a small tender green seedling. Take a closer look, it's some vegetables, including melons, beans and eggplant ... or an old woman with her grandson is weeding and helping seedlings, planting vines of melons and beans. Later, I occasionally saw them picking fruits and vegetables, but it was not common. More often, they are just taking care of the vegetable fields. The limited output of this square inch "field" is difficult to really serve as the supply of family dishes. But they don't seem to care. Maybe what they care about is the infinite fun in the process of farming, or a little peace in the bustling city.
I am a child from the countryside. In rural areas, fields are not uncommon. There are lots of land and all kinds of things. Of course, how the crops grow in the field and the harvest at the end of the year are the most concerned issues. Because there is a family's livelihood in the farmland. People in the village will hope that the weather will be good and the crops in the field will have a good harvest.
Whenever I feel uneasy or confused, I always stand on the balcony and quietly admire this square "field". I really envy the warmth between my grandmother and my grandson. Slowly, my thoughts flew to the fields of my hometown, and I remembered the hard-working villagers, and my mood gradually calmed down and my goals became clearer. So, I regained my passion for struggle.
The square "field" between buildings bears the joy and tranquility of urbanites, helps me adjust my mood and gives me the motivation to keep moving forward, for the sake of those who love us and those we love.