Walden belongs to nature, Walden Pond belongs to the people who like Walden Pond, and Thoreau’s Walden Pond belongs to every reader who likes peace and beauty.

Today, I went to the bookstore for the first time just to read books. At the beginning, I had no goal, but I suddenly came across Walden and enjoyed Thoreau’s bean field by the lake. In the bean field, I found some scattered and luminous “beans”.

“What can I know about the bean, or what the bean knows about me? I love them, I hoe them, I look after them morning and night, that’s my day’s work. The broad leaves are beautiful.”

A bean farmer with a poetic heart, thinking carefully about the beans, watching the field, loving them, hoeing them, looking after them every morning and night. The bean fields beside Walden Pond grow quietly, the breeze blows, the drizzle is gentle, the bean leaves sway gently, like the ripples of Walden Pond spread out and return to the seamless calm.

“My reinforcements are the rain that nourishes this dry soil, and the fertilizer that is contained in the soil, which for the most part is poor and depleted.”

Thoreau came to the quiet and elegant Walden Pond alone, where he was lonely, but his heart was not silent, he had found unconditional reinforcements, rain moistened the earth, his heart was filled with.

As nature takes its course, beans are not immune to the persecution of natural enemies, some die, and some grow up under the protection of various aspects.

“But the beans that remain will soon grow strong enough to resist weeds and move forward to meet new enemies.”

The grass is brave and tenacious, and teaches us to be tenacious. We grew up from a small baby, has been growing up to today is really lucky, all the way to prevent our diseases, difficulties and so on were hit again and again, slowly we found that they grew up, we have the ability to go in to deal with the enemy, but still cherish the beautiful care.

“Tonight, the sound of my flute evokes the echoes of the same lake.”

The shock of a voice is not just the inner noise.

“I remove the weeds, put new earth around the beanstalk, assist the growth of this weed of mine, and let the yellow suddenly express the idea of summer in bean leaves and flowers instead of wormwood and reed and setartail, and let the earth speak beans instead of grass — this is my daily work.”

What do we use to express “summer thoughts”? Is to strive for bean leaves and bean flowers, or overgrown weeds?

“Because I have no horses, oxen, hired hands, or children to help me, and no improved tools to help me, my work is exceptionally slow, and so I am closer to my beans.”

A positive person, even if the farm work, also do not do the same, labor away from negativity, the original slow is in order to be more intimate with beans.

The same sun, some people tanned appear old and haggard, but some people appear resolute.

The outer face is the inner life state display screen, your life is playing what? All this deduce your life director is satisfied?

“When I used my hoe to dig up new soil around rows of crops, I also dug up the ruins of peoples not recorded in the annals.”

Hoe by hoe stick to dig down, there will be a different harvest. Thoreau’s harvest, let him not lonely heart.

“When my hoe clanged against the stone, the sound of music echoed through the trees and the air, and became an accompaniment to my Labour, producing an instant harvest of incalculable value.”

The instruments clanged beautifully against the stones, and the song of the bean-field echoed through the woods and the air beside Walden Pond.

“Little fairies of the air, whose eggs are seldom found on the flat sand or on the rocks of the mountains; They are ripples in a lake, graceful and slender, fluttering in the air like leaves in the wind — there is such kinship in nature.”

In this wonderful nature, there are many things that seem to be isolated but closely connected, just like a butterfly dancing in the tropical rain forest of the Amazon River basin in South America, occasionally flapping a few wings, will roll up a tornado in the United States.

Nature gives it to those who are willing to find and look for it.

“Think of the intimacy and wonder of one’s intercourse with weeds — to describe it would be to say and say, for there is a great deal of repetition in Labour. To unmercifully dissect the delicate structure of the weeds, to use a hoe to make this unfair distinction, on the one hand to destroy an entire variety, on the other hand to carefully cultivate another variety.”

To treat the enemy is merciless, to be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to ourselves, because we want to cultivate is a good seed worth us to pay so.

“This is Roman wormwood — that’s amaranth — that’s sorrel — that’s reed grass — strike it, chop it off, turn its roots up in the sun, don’t let it leave a single fiber in the shade, and if you do that, it turns around and comes out of the ground again, and in two days it’s green as a leek.”

There is no work once and for all, every simple thing may have to be repeated, and every repeated thing must be done seriously.

In fact, what we complain about is not the repetition of things, but we are forced not to do what they are good at and love for a lifetime.

Maybe that’s why people complain about being in jobs that others see as glamorous.

“Every day the bean has watched me come to the rescue with my hoe, decimating the enemy’s ranks and filling the trenches with weed-filled corpses.”

Pay to see the harvest, the inner overflow is full of sense of achievement.

“I have learned a further lesson: I tell myself that next summer I will not have to work so hard to plant beans and corn, but will plant seeds of truth, truth, simplicity, faith, simplicity, if they are not lost yet.”

It was only here that I realized that this bean field had grown so many beans, that Thoreau had intended them to grow in the quiet Walden Pond, that this was Walden.