The blessing is the poor's jewellery
Step into this small mountain village of the depression while calling, stopping up and really making me shocked primitively of it for the first time. Though there is psychological preparation, act as all these and appear in the front, I have shock making no adequate defense.
There is no electricity here, the small village is in the remote mountains at a distance, without a highway, only a side road leads to the remote mountain windingly. It is at ordinary times by water want at pieces of spring from hill-side take on back to,even whether go up a hill cut firewood villager, this only among book could it seems to be one scene that see.
The school is at the foot of the hill, about 0.5 kilometers from the small village, it is of soil temple originally. When getting to here, know original teacher leave away already, student suspend classes one more than month already just, I am the only teacher here.
It had already been winter at that time, the snow all over the hills and plains decorated everything so that the fine dust was not dyed. I live in the small office at night, is firing the prosperous and prosperous stove fire, the north wind which is listening to outside blew through the mountain forest, there is a kind of far feeling distantly on day. At night on first day, take pains to fall asleep dimly, but woken by a burst of noise. Incline the ear to listen to, seem it is someone that walk at snowfield sending out, making a sound. I look from the crack outwards, two shadows are rocking nearby, become nervous immediately. Before before coming,someone once to saying I, people of here the getting poorer extremely, and the barbarous to the utmost point, the person from outside seldom has the one that has not been robbed by them. I am bitterly disappointed for a moment, picked up an excellent firewood, lay awake all night unexpectedly.
Learnt later, villagers were afraid of my just beginning to live there alone to be afraid, so the one that just take turns to keep watch at night for me outside. At that time, the enormous one was moved and plentiful in the heart.
Find slowly, people here are sincere and lovely, the thing that they will listen to me telling outside the mountain is completely absorbed, surprise and doubt of a face. They are unwilling to smoke, have appreciated it for a long time and inserted on ears the ordinary cigarette which I issued to them. I will think, about the hearsay here, it was not true perhaps outside at that time.
New Year will arrive soon in an instant. Villagers all let me write the antithetical couplet and good fortune word holding red paper, that red paper color is extremely dark, there is a water mark that a circle encloses above. I wave the pen to write, the heart is infected by this simple villager too.
New Year early in the morning, I push open door become speechless because of astonishment at once, door a lot of axes are put, dozens of times of having in all. Suddenly remembered, had reported a news about this village on the newspaper in a moment. Two years ago, a anti-poverty work group garrisoned in here, will be held the sharp axe by the villagers and cut out in a couple of days, injured to many people. See axe flash pallid light, can't help perturbed in the heart at snowfield at one time.
Meet one grandpa in gateway of the village, I and he say the thing to cut down people. He tells me, that original work group neither helps people to shake off poverty but also eat free and live in in vain, the most hateful one is, also ravage a girl in the village, just lead to the fact people launch a massive attack on him. The grandpa has cast a look at me craftily, say: "Did you see and ask this piling in front of the door on those axes? The child, here, put the axe in front of the door of others' house in the morning in New Year, give good fortune, whose axe is accepted manily, prove this lets people respect most! " I realize quickly, can't help being ashamed for one's own doubt just now, well up and get up for a period of time and make warm in the heart at the same time.
At annual night of 30, I put those axes with a sack, put once in front of each one silently, warm in the heart, it seems that spring is in the air and the flowers are in blossom that the spring breeze has already been blown in the heart of hearts in one night.
I depression village leave, under half a year, cherish soul the pureness of baptism and move, give one's own most sincere blessing to those lovely people.
Yes, except blessing, I nothing can sow. I will remember that pile of axes in front of the door forever, remember the most simple blessing that they gave to me, that heavy friendly feelings, is their most glittering treasure! Though they  Frontline Tick, Pet Shop, Frontline Cat, Printer Parts Flea Medication, Flea Remediesare poor, so rich, in the world where this material desire flows over, dye heart of dust until what precious!