Carrying water and picking loofahs is a typical scene of farm work, and it is also an image of people full of vitality and hope in farm work. In my dream, I was like a hard-working farmer, wielding a sickle, standing confidently in the field, looking for ripe loofahs. In the process of working, I experienced the joy of labor, and understood more about myself and nature. relationship between.
In my dream, I walked into the field and greeted the first ray of sunshine in the morning. I saw patches of lush fields, the cheerful chirping of birds could be heard in my ears, and my heart was filled with gratitude and joy. I picked up my tools and started walking around the field. Sometimes he wields a hoe and shovel, sometimes he bends down to check the condition of the crops.
Attentively, I saw loofahs hanging densely on the vines. From a distance, the round loofahs look like little golden lanterns. Their delicious colors made me want to taste them. I stood here quietly admiring it, and suddenly remembered my task: carrying water and picking loofah. So, I picked up the bucket and headed to the river bank.
Colorful wild flowers bloomed on the grass near the river bank. I couldn't help but stop and admire it. There is a big tree next to it. It has dense green leaves and a few red fruits on the top. I suddenly felt that this world is really beautiful. Nature is so generous and tolerant to us, giving us the most basic resources in the world, and allowing us to have the joy of labor and harvest.
I picked up the bucket, walked back to the field, and looked at the loofahs in the field. I picked up the sickle and picked it carefully. Soon, I discovered a tall and tall loofah growing. I carefully took it off. It feels solid and has a good chance of being a source of food. I smiled and put it in the basket. Time passed quickly, and the morning passed like this. I harvested a lot of loofahs in total, and I felt satisfied.
Looking back, I saw the scenery of the entire field again. The entire field was the fruit of my labor and a generous gift from nature. I can breathe the fragrant air freely here, look at the distant mountains, and appreciate the birds flying high in the sky. All of these are so precious and precious.
This dream tells me that labor is a great spirit. Doing your own thing well and using your own sweat to create a beautiful world is the mission of us humans. Living in harmony with nature and enjoying the joy of creation is an incomparable happiness. In this process, we also need to be grateful, grateful for the gifts of nature, and grateful for the light and hope that this world brings to us.
Labor is the hope of us humans and the driving force for us to move forward. I hope that I can always maintain this mentality at work, create more value and contribution in my position, and jointly build a better world.