Farming Spirit for Family Essay on Life in the Rice Fields
This essay is back again in my usual community here Life is a struggle, and for a farmer, every day is an opportunity to fight for a more meaningful morsel of rice The rice field is not just a stretch of muddy land, but a place where hope and hard work blossom Every step among the 18-day-old rice is proof of my patience, perseverance, and love for my family So farming is not just a job, but my soul's calling Behind the mud that dirties my feet, there is pride when seeing rice growing green promising sustenance for children and wife at home This is the story of a farmer's struggle, where every drop of sweat is a prayer, and every tiredness is a sincere sacrifice I always pray for.
Days in the Rice Fields: 18 Days of Rice Age, That morning, the sun was not yet high when my steps had already stepped on the rice field embankment The rice was 18 days old, still young, green, and full of hope, its pointed leaves began to grow thickly, indicating good growth, but behind the greenery, there were many hidden stories sowing Hope from Seeds The farming process begins with selecting good seeds that will determine the harvest after being soaked and incubated, the seeds are sown in a special field and this requires extra patience, because seeds that do not grow perfectly must be replaced, this is like educating children who need attention from an early age so that they will grow strong later.
Facing the Challenges of Nature at the age of 18 days, rice is still vulnerable to pests such as golden snails, caterpillars, or brown planthoppers that can damage it overnight every morning, I check every plot of rice field, making sure there are no threats lurking sometimes, the weather is also unfriendly, too hot makes the soil crack, heavy rain inundates the roots but I always try, a true farmer never gives up, hard work that knows no fatigue
Plowing, planting, weeding, fertilizing are all done by hand. My feet are buried in mud, my back is bent, but my heart remains steadfast. I remember very well, every strand of rice that grows is a provision for the children's school, for the family to eat, for a better future.
Farming is a service to the family. Behind every grain of rice we eat, there is a long story about the farmers' struggle. For me, farming is the best way to show love for the family, feeding with honor. Not everyone can buy rice with money, but I can produce it myself. There is a special pride when putting rice on the dining table, knowing that it is the result of my own sweat. The children may not understand how hard it is to cultivate the rice fields, but one day they will be proud of their tireless father because I have one child and a wife.
Day by day I teach the Meaning of Life also to my beloved family, the rice fields are my school of life here, learning about patience (rice cannot be harvested in a day), about hard work (without effort, there are no results), and about gratitude (sustenance comes from God, but I must make an effort) I want them to grow up with the soul of a farmer too, one day humble, diligent, and never complaining, the place where I farm is a tradition passed down from generation to generation, my grandfather and father were also farmers even though the era is modern, I want to maintain this heritage, the rice fields are our identity one day, I hope the children will continue, or at least appreciate the hard work of their parents.
I remain enthusiastic even though the land feels heavy. Today, day after day, the 18-day-old rice is still a long journey, there are still many obstacles, pests, weather, or uncertain market prices, but as long as I still have breath, as long as my hands are still strong enough to hoe, I will continue to farm because farming is not just planting rice, but planting hope here for my beloved family.
So it's not just about harvesting rice, but harvesting family happiness and in every mud that sticks, there is an implied prayer that my hard work will be useful for those I love. I continue to be enthusiastic about farming, it is the spirit of life, living for family, living for the land that gives life.
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