The bustling crowd swarmed into the same square shaped carriage next to the square square station sign. The jingle of coins and the prompt sound of card swiping machine mixed into a strange city symphony, adding a bit of dynamic and beautiful vitality to the usual silence in the morning. There are men and women, old and young. Maybe it’s the office workers who work hard to make a living on weekends, or the old people who don‘t know where to go to spend their time. The morning light shines through the glass window, reflecting the young or old faces in the carriage, and plating a layer of gilded luster on the youth or vicissitudes of life.
I’ve heard the news of the new movie showing for a long time. On the weekend, I immediately rushed to the cinema in the center of the city. Fortunately, I just got on the first bus. Along the way, there are more vendors selling breakfast at the roadside, and more passengers are on the bus. The carriage is a little narrower for a time. Some young passengers put down their mobile phones and stand up to give their seats to the old people. The old people who are bent over and bow their heads to thank them. Although crowded, they are harmonious.
The bus is about three stops away, which is close to the downtown area. Young people rush out in front of the skyrocketing office buildings or noisy shopping malls. With the new round of people getting on the bus once again, his figure is particularly prominent.
He was wearing a green army coat with holes and paint marks. Although he was in the same car, he looked like an accident that shouldn‘t have happened at all. He stood there abruptly, reasonably and unexpectedly, out of place with the well-dressed girls, the old gentlemen with pale hair and still in suits, which were the usual attire of the workers at the bottom of the city. At that time, the weather was still a little cold in spring. When he stepped on the steps of the carriage, he deliberately tightened the worn-out coat. However, the air conditioner was clearly on in the car. It seems that this bluff coat is not really cold proof. Shaking his rough hand, he took a crumpled one dollar bill out of his pocket and threw it into the slot. He walked back in silence, as if to make himself less conspicuous. Maybe he was used to being such a humble invisible person.
I sat in the back row, and he came closer. I saw that his hair was gray and his skin was dark. It was not like living in this city where Fengshui nurtured people all the year round. His face was as rough as his hand, and the lines were as deep as a knife. There was no melancholy beauty like Shakespeare’s “time will carve parallel lines on a beauty‘s forehead”. Instead, it was full of difficulties in life Xin and the years of torture, people look sad, but choked in the throat, do not know where to start.
He is obviously old, and he looks very tired. Maybe he has just finished the most arduous and hard work of the night. At this age when he should enjoy the happiness of his family, he still has to go out for a long time. Maybe he has a wife in need of care, a grandson who is crying for food, and a child who has not returned for a long time. Maybe he has a lonely life, and no one has to care for himself The pressure to survive He sighed a long sigh, holding the bar beside him slowly bent down, as if this small action could relieve his life of depression.
It seemed that he was really an accident that he should not have appeared on the bus. The young people who just practiced respecting the old and loving the young were not willing to give up their seats at this time. No one was willing to give up their seats to him, and no one was willing to sit next to the accident. They either turn their heads out of the window, absentmindedly enjoying the aesthetic congestion of the morning peak; or they close their eyes in time and turn to focus on the mobile phone screen, as if they can’t see that someone really needs this short rest time. Their help is conditional,and they will never lower the composition than themselves What do micro people offer Maybe this unexpected passenger is really not worth being helped by well-dressed city dwellers. But he was still silent, a little struggling to keep balance in the shaking carriage, put the two pipe like parts on the ground, deliberately avoided the central corridor, and slowly sat on the steps beside others‘ feet; above him, several young men kept their heads down, and their fingers were moving fast on the smart screen, and they were humble under their feet The old man turned a blind eye, and the boy closest to him moved towards his companion in disgust, as if he were afraid that his dry paint would smear his jeans.
My friends once commented that I was too kind on the bus. If no one in the bus got up to give up his seat, and I stood up and shot the first bird, others would complain more than praise me. But I know that in the face of such a situation, I can no longer be silent. In front of this person who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, I have escaped as a bystander for too long. I don’t want to be a smooth person like other passengers. The impulse to uphold justice at that moment, the kindness and compassion of that thought should not be eroded by time, nor should it depend on whether the recipients are “qualified” ”Be helped. I stood up suddenly, facing the car, perhaps only exist in my imagination, or perhaps the real existence of the attention, “cool on the ground, you sit here.”
He suddenly grinned, waved to me, and wrapped his military coat around his shoulder. He spoke in his native voice like a kind and simple fellow of his hometown. “Nothing, girl, I‘ll dirty my seat. I’ll sit here ”It‘s very good.“ he seemed to be afraid that I would insist on letting him. He kept waving his hand to sign me to sit back. I had to sit back with a little uneasy mood, but I could not help looking at his direction from time to time. He always responded to me with such a simple and honest smile.
When I got off the bus, I slightly bent down and gently said to him, ”I’m gone, goodbye“. I still don‘t understand why I did that at that time. Maybe it’s because I want to give him some care from this indifferent city. Maybe it‘s because I want to let the hard-working and busy foreign visitor see that there will be warmth between strangers. I don’t want to see the old man who meets by chance become a man The unexpected passengers, in this big city, live in the most humble way.
I think it‘s not that he shouldn’t have appeared on the city‘s bus. Because of his appearance, I was able to see a silent test of human nature. The icing on the cake is numerous, but how many people can there be to help? We all take a bus and run in this prosperous city made of reinforced concrete for various purposes. We are all living in this world. We are the same people, and no one is more noble than others, whether we are well-dressed or covered with paint.
In the definition of believers, Buddha is superior to human beings. As the Scripture says, ”all beings are equal“, so Buddha is merciful. In this point of view, the understanding of Buddha is far higher than that of human beings. Maybe people can not reach the level of compassion in the world, but they can always treat people around them equally and reach out to help them when they need help, regardless of their wealth, nationality, religion or skin color. The proverb left by the ancients says that ”a good word makes three winters warm“. A seemingly ordinary comfort and a little just right help may not have such a big effect on making the cold of this northern city warm, but it is enough to warm a heart that has experienced many vicissitudes.
The car moved slowly again. I stopped in front of the stop and watched him go to the unknown destination through a glass window. Many young people got off the bus at the cinema station, and many seats were vacant. The accident passenger curled up at the position that was originally at the feet of others, but there was a smile of relief on his face.
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