A Family of Four Moves to the Countryside, Raising Flowers and Vegetables, Chopping Wood, and Farming - So Happy!
Life is everyone's life,
Days are one's own days.
Life this choice
Has no fixed answer
Some love the crowd, and some prefer quiet;
He wants to change, and he's always stable;
You don't understand her seclusion in the countryside, living a simple and ordinary life,
And she doesn't understand your extravagance, what's important?
Sami family in Hokkaido countryside,
Has a small house.
Two children, one dog,
Five generations here for many years,
Belonging to the most ordinary farmers in thousands of ordinary families.
During the day, the husband sweats profusely in the field,
The wife Sami takes care of household affairs.
She is good at cooking,
But she doesn't just cook,
Every dish, every ingredient,
From selection to cooking, to placing on the table,
She meticulously crafts it.
Meals are like a sacred ceremony,
Every step,
Contains a certain reverence for food,
For family.
In Sami's home throughout the four seasons,
In the same location, the same people,
Can always produce different scenery and flavors.
Spring, the forest is covered with green,
The drizzling spring rain excites the long-dormant heart,
Makes people unwilling to go out in the rain,
To accept the breeze and rain brushing past,
To pick a bunch of freshly blooming wildflowers.
When the rain stops, in one night,
The cherry blossoms in the yard bloom,
Pink cherry blossoms flutter with the wind,
A picnic under the cherry blossoms,
Let the fallen petals drift,
Fall on food,
With a glass of fine sake,
A simple farming life,
Gives the best satisfaction.
Summer, the weather is getting hot,
Outside is a lush green,
The children plant seeds of hope in the soil,
Waiting for the autumn harvest.
Then with their mother, under the shade of a big tree,
Make a delicious snack,
Reward themselves and their family.
After dinner, the whole family takes a nap together,
Family harmony, easy to see.
In autumn,
Four sides are red, fat, green and thin,
The leaves become beautiful scenery.
The crops in the field are harvested,
Father finally rested,
The family sat on the doorstep watching the autumn,
And mother's deft hands,
Weaving yarn as fast as possible.
If there's free time in the evening,
Then they lit a small charcoal stove, with the smoke and dust of charcoal drifting into the aroma of meat,
Dinner became even more delicious.
In autumn, it turned out to be a snow,
The golden scenery in front of them turned into silver,
The outside world was a single color, everything was silent.
The family turned on the heating,
Firmly nestled at home,
Mother was busy in the kitchen,
The children and the idle father eat and drink,
If you're not careful, you'll be lazy all afternoon.
At night, if you can't sleep,
And mom went to the yard to light a small pile of fire,
Yellow orange light illuminates several happy faces,
Accompanying the crackling of the fire sparks,
Emitting a warm atmosphere.
And the children,
Learned to share, and knew responsibility in the natural farming life.
When they have free time,
Help Dad tend the garden,
Learn farming.
Recognize lentils and wheat,
They also help their mother cook,
Refine their cooking skills.
Long-term influence,
Their actions are consistent and deliberate.
Sometimes there's no one at home,
And they have free time,
Grab a cloth,
Quickly wipe the wooden floor until it's bright.
A thousand mansions, night sleep only six feet,
Wealthy family, daily food is only three meals.
Four people plus a dog,
No city traffic, no workplace deception,
Spring planting, autumn harvesting, autumn storage, winter storage.
Whether it's the bedding drying in the sun outside,
Or the fragrance of the soil after the rain,
Or the sweetness of harvested food,
Are all the original forms of life.
They rooted in Hokkaido,
Rooted in the soil,
Discarded extravagance, utilitarianism,
And the hearts of people who have been pursuing for half a lifetime,
Made it a real and practical life.
Life this choice,
Has no fixed answer,
Either lively, or quiet, or luxurious, or simple,
But life is everyone's life,
Days are one's own days.
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