Please wave your hand first

Hello, thank you, goodbye, sorry… when I was very young, parents or teachers passed on civilization to us. Now, I find that casual actions, sincere smiles and friendly voices can also continue this. On that day, the whole family took a walk after dinner, and the idle people on the road came in an endless stream. We walked towards a slightly secluded place, avoiding the road where people moved by the lights. When crossing the intersection, it was the moment when the traffic lights turned green and yellow. The whole family and a car were crisscrossing the road, and I was closest to the frontier. My forefoot had already stepped out, but it was pulled back because of the yellow light. While in the vertical car beside him, the driver was waving his hands and smiling, and the swinging room motioned us to go ahead. In a flash, I felt a little trembling. Countless times, at the intersection of traffic lights, we can see the game between vehicles and the confrontation between people and cars, and the wind of comity is gradually moving away. The painful kisses of cars and cars, the abuse of drivers and the helplessness of traffic policemen accompanied by the sound of emergency brakes have become common. But at this moment, the waving hand made the words you invited first appear in my mind. The luxury car and polite car owner made me feel a little inexplicable warmth. I smiled and waved my hand to motioned him to pass first. Now the yellow light has turned into a red light. He nodded, pressed the horn and started politely. At this time, family members also followed up, waiting for the passage together, in this civilized land. After a few days, I went to work in the afternoon and passed a traffic light intersection. At this time, the red light has just started, and it takes one minute to wait. At this time, I thought of a difficult problem in my work and was stunned. A whistle reminded me. Following the sound, I saw the young man sitting on the co-pilot in the longitudinal car. It’s time to go, afraid of scaring you. He explained. Thank you for nodding my head and giving me a sign to ride there quickly. Looking back, I should thank the whistle, which was not as harsh as the horn, nor as tiny as the human voice, and reminded me timely. Looking at the car which was gradually moving away, there was a hint of warmth in my heart again. Later, I once saw an essay about an old man selling wonton. Every night, his business was wandering in the middle of the night and in the early morning. The cover of the story was the deep and long sound of wooden fish. The voice of Muyu is just for the elderly, not only to disturb the people who fall into a dream in the middle of the night, but also to take care of the customers who work hard or relax at this time, which is the best of both sides. Once deep alley, now wonton teaser send wooden fish. Muyu, which has a long history of Zen, was used as a business tool by this simple old man, so I have to say that he has a different ingenuity. However, the author unexpectedly explored its deep meaning for several nights, and finally found the beauty of kindness and simplicity of the old man. Once upon a time, the noisy air and dancing crowd put themselves in the chaos and noise, and their hearts were unwilling but unable to pull themselves out. Years of toil, and mental Long tired. I once heard that there was a piece of land on which people would naturally sink. If you pull it up hard, it will sink deeper and deeper. Then why isn’t your situation like this? 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