Today, I harvested sesame before the typhoon arrived, worked for 2 hours, and felt very happy.
I recommend anyone who feels they can’t go on living, can’t keep reading, or is unhappy to work in my grandmother’s field or the wasteland occupied by my grandmother; it’s very “接地气”, fighting with nature, interacting with “生” beings rather than cold, mechanical, artificial objects like computers and phones—a very unusual experience.
Where, take me 
a rural area in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River
When my grandfather was still alive, he also liked to take me farming; he had a fairly large garden called “Yi Meng Garden” (壹梦园).
I have always believed that a real life must be experienced by oneself. When I was very young, I was taken to the mountains to dig the soil with a hoe; sometimes the soil was dug up badly, and occasionally I caused some damage. My family never blamed me; on the contrary, they indulged me, guided me, which was completely different from the experience at school.
The feeling of being on the mountain made me feel that I am connected with nature, not merely existing as a consumer in the food chain and supply chain.
My grandfather has been gone for almost five years—four years, actually; he passed away during the 2019 National Day due to complications from acute leukemia.
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But my mom really likes artificial landscapes, so we can’t hang out together.
Finally, I’m envious of those who have land to farm; it seems my hometown no longer has any. I only once, when I was very young, went with my grandmother to apply fertilizer 
The name is really good!
How is sesame produced later? I haven’t looked into it.
Hahaha, my grandfather was actually a Chinese language teacher, and his own name contains a “壹” 