In a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle, there lived a poor farmer. Hard work and life did not crush him, but gave him endless motivation. He is full of hope for life, because he firmly believes that he can live a rich life. Day after day, year after year, farmers go into the mountains to farm in the morning dew and go home to rest with birds. On this day, the farmer who was about to go out heard some sounds that did not belong to the mountains, which seemed to be the "cart" sound that only appeared in big cities. Out of curiosity, he followed the sound. "When my chance came, I knew I wouldn't be poor forever!" This is what the farmer thinks when he sees the city people with gorgeous clothes and a proud face. The farmer looked at the big forest in the mountain, but he thought it was so precious that I didn't know it before. From then on, the farmer threw away the hoe and shouldered the black axe ... A few years later, the farmer is still the farmer, but he is no longer the farmer! Because he is still him, but he stopped farming and started logging. Most importantly, he is no longer poor. He has been to so-called big cities, cafes that only high-level people can go to, smoked cigars for several hundred yuan, and learned that there is a kind of net that doesn't fish, called "Internet" ... He doesn't care about bare mountains, and he never thought about going home without birds. Money comes quickly, and of course it goes quickly. Soon, the farmer ran out of money and all the trees in the forest were cut down. He had to accept the fact that he was poor again. He felt nothing, after all, he had money, seen and worked hard. He can also go back to the peasant life where he used to work at sunrise and rest at sunset. But soon he found something different. No matter how early he gets up, there will be no morning dew. He searched the mountain and couldn't find any bird to accompany him home. There is only a strong wind blowing continuously. The rain in July is always so affectionate that it has been raining for half a month before I know it. The farmer stared at the dark clouds in the sky, inexplicably depressed, and always felt that something was going to happen. After all, what should come has already come. Without the shelter of the forest, the continuous rain for several days has had bad consequences. The flood flooded the farmland and washed away the farmers' homes. The farmers who survived the robbery were full of remorse and finally realized that they were wrong. It was not the forest that he cut down to sell money, but his life! Year after year, the original bare mountain has taken on a new look, the repentant farmer is determined to get the green back, and the dense forest has appeared again! There was a familiar "rumbling" sound in front of the mountain, which was already a memory of the white-haired farmer's face, but soon, his face was full of determination and he walked in the direction of the sound. "I can't sell my life any more," whispered the farmer.