| Description | A story: a young child, playing under the apple tree, said goodbye to parents in the brisk and set off to find the legendary treasure of happiness. Years later, the child, after travelling around in the world and becoming white-haired, returned home only to find that the treasure was under the apple tree where he said goodbye to their parents before." Standing on the grass in front of the house, the air is extremely clean, the owner Wenxuan said: "To the right is my son's school, 12 people a class, to the left is my prayer chapel, in front of me, the organic rice field I am working on, followed by a .... There is ..., on the hillside." Under the warm winter sun and the dark skin, the abundant joy of life is hardly concealed. "Whenever he closed his eyes to rest, prayed silently, his eyes seemed to be lift up to the high altitude overlooking the bustling city, where people lived like ants blindly making money, spending money, and working again," and then Wenxuan decided to return to his hometown. "Looking at the designs being refused one by one, my heart felt cold, I cried out loud uneasy, because, I didn't see the future, how distant is it." Hostess Su Qing described the impact of life-turning process. "I have no way to get rid of the genetic bones of creative desires." Wenxuan, an Information Engineer, and his father is an average-people turned sculptor, but he found his creative outlet on his wife's interior design field. In order to have a place for creating sculptures, he started to arrange a studio; however, the arrangement lasted for two years, because of his haunting perfect aesthetic perception. Children grew up, the house was finally completed at the beginning of the year, and then looking back, the journey has already lasted for six years. Originally, it was a decision made without hesitation to put down everything in the city, though I lost something, all is worth it, because what I have now are impossible, even devoting whole life, to get from a city, rustic life, paddy waves, rice fragrance, noise of children's frolic, and the hometown mien, which I believe are luxurious hopes. I often also think that it was lucky for people of our generation have a chance to return, look at the children, and think of myself, what I am worried about is that how to pave a smooth home returning way for the kids and let them know that there is a way back home they should remember, and the parents at the home will always light up a lamp waiting for them. |