That year, I met Shaxi on a street day before the Spring Festival. The stone street about 200 meters long could not be finished in half a day. It was lively, crowded and full of peace. Novelty goods on the street——It turned out that I walked into the only bazaar remaining on the Ancient Tea Horse Road.
I will come again - leave this sentence and rush to Yunling for the appointment.
Three years later, I'm here to take back my words.
Formally getting acquainted with Shaxi, an ancient post that has not been dyed by modern civilization, has a unique temperament of tranquility and elegance, which makes me feel quiet and ethereal-I want to stay, embrace the sun, chase the breeze, and get close to nature.
At the right time and place, I met the Salsa Rose Manor which is being reclaimed
Planting roses jQuery17107370272143594976_1530419575599, what a fragrant ideal, what a sweet career
The protagonist named the farm after his beloved wife, and will create a "suspense" brand in the name of his daughter. In this way, everything is naturally sloppy.
Chemical fertilizers and pesticides are not allowed here, and everything is left as it is. During the rainy season when weeds grow wildly, weeding is insisted on manually, so that the workers feel sorry for the wages spent by the boss.
Sometimes when I saw someone carrying a spray can from a distance, Brother Feng would rush over and ask what happened? I was worried that the worker was spraying medicine behind his back, but it was just a fellow villager walking by jQuery17108972320970882048_1530420678988
When I first came to Shaxi, I didn’t want to go anywhere. I didn’t want to hang out on the streets except to go to the market. I was willing to work as a volunteer on the farm and eat jQuery17104729633177380983_1530538720490
Concentrating on weeding or pruning roses, as carefully as embroidery, can have no distracting thoughts, which is better than practicing any kung fu.
I enjoy the pruning work the most, patrolling the rose array every day, feeling like a flower fairy, giving my flower girl a make-up and grooming, and taking good care of it.
A friend comes from afar, picks a rose with honeydew, soaks it in the sweet spring, and waits for the sweet fragrance of a mountain
Lin Zhongjunzi
Invincible Feast
dog run
bunny jump
Yang Erjiao
Chicken Chang
The boss is more diligent than the workers. He is the last one to come back from the meal, and he will not go down the mountain until dark. Enjoy labor with the spirit of craftsmanship.
A beautiful woman saw him pulling something that didn't look like mud with his hands in the soil, and asked what it was? "Pig manure, Xiangga", and picked it up and sucked it-a beautiful woman fainted on the spot.
It's retting dung, I only smell it but it doesn't smell bad, it's not as fragrant as it is.
Also: The newly dug fish pond has been drained of water. I don’t know if there is anything to inspect when I go down. I heard a faint call from the roar of the water pump. It turns out that the slope is steep and slippery. Brother Feng will not come on the bottom of the pond. I laughed all the way and found a stick to drag him up. I can’t take pictures jQuery17107434219437848755_1531629551244
That's the boss
The workers are not outrageous, are they?
Salsa Rose Manor is located on the ancient tea-horse road, and the jingle of horse bells is still heard, and the Yi people in the back mountain still live a life of people carrying horses.
In addition to managing the ideal pastoral life, the farm also wants to build a platform to promote ecological products, revive local culture, and hope to help mountain people improve their poor lives.
It made me feel that I was not fooling around by staying. A social worker who left the job without ceasing. A folk culture volunteer with unfinished aspirations.
Coquettish, prickly, fragrant, colorful...
Life in the Rose, from here on
Learn labor, know plants, absorb folk wisdom, and master the mysteries of nature
Learn labor, know plants, absorb folk wisdom, and master the mysteries of nature
feel the power of silence
Pick up the poetry of life
look! Who finds the gods of heaven and earth? Such mountains and rivers are remarkable; I suspect that I have entered the realm of wind and clouds, too empty, misty and rainy, with no shore and no bounds.
(Original blue
Midland)