记得有位哲人说过这样一段话,“生活是杯凉开水,平淡无奇,愈品愈无味。但就在这无味中,由心造境,却也不失真切之感,回味亦无穷。”小的时候,妈妈在数落我自大脾气倔之后,总不忘说些把我送到乡下体验苦日子之类的话吓唬我。我对此不仅没害怕过,反而很向往那种有山有水,有田有牛 I remember a philosopher once said such a paragraph, "Life is a cup of cold water, bland, more and more tasteless. But in this odorless, made from the heart, but it is not distorted, the finish is endless. When I was a child, my mother lost her temper and I never let it go and tell me to send me to the country to experience hardships and other things that scare me. Not only have I not been afraid of it but I am longing for the kind of mountain and water, there are cattle