It snows heavily in winter in the north. When it snows, many troubles follow. Walking in the street, your shoes will be covered with dirty snow. When you enter the room from the cold outside, dirty snow will immediately turn into sewage. So where people walk, they often leave two lines of black footprints. It was on a snowy day that when I walked into the reading room, I found some strange things. There is an extra woman worker cleaning the floor in the room. When she saw me come in, she stared at me nervously, with a mop in her hand, and she was very nervous. I pretended to turn a blind eye, but my feeling told me that she was following me. I turned around suddenly, which startled her and me. I was surprised at my footprints, which stood out on the pale yellow floor. And the sweeper is struggling to wipe.
Sitting in my seat, thinking about the footprints just now, I felt very ashamed and didn't mean to read any more. The reading room is an open public place where people come and go. I noticed that everyone who came in was making the same mistake as me, not realizing that their feet were jumping on the freshly cleaned floor. As a result, the female workers have been following the people in and out, wiping. Constant trampling and constant wiping, like a tug-of-war of destruction and recovery, are staged in the reading room, which makes people feel scared. Gradually, sweat came out from the tired female worker's forehead.
Suddenly there is a feeling that every pair of feet in and out are full of evil, because they are constantly trampling on the hard-earned fruits of others and destroying a kind of beauty and harmony.
I don't know how long it took before people gradually sat down and the women workers had a chance to catch their breath and have a rest. At this time, the door was quietly pushed open again, and a man put his head out to look inside, but he shrank his head back. After a while, both doors were pushed open.
It was the same person just now. This time, he came in with a bucket of pure water on his shoulder, and there was a rustling sound under his feet, which attracted everyone's attention. I looked at him from top to bottom, old cotton hat, army green coat … Finally, I saw his feet, each with a plastic bag. Plastic bags rustle when he walks. Because of the plastic bag, the place he walked through was as clean as if there were no stains. I noticed that the woman worker stared at the water delivery man with a complicated expression, watching him put away the water and slowly left the reading room. And when she turned her head again, her eyes shone with tears.
This snowy Sunday, I didn't study, but I thought of the word "cultivation". In my opinion, self-cultivation is not that one knows more words and reads more books than others; Or if a person knows the plot of a dream of red mansions, he will recite some famous Shakespeare sentences. Self-cultivation should be reflected in the details of a person's gestures. Just like a plumber, he knows how to put his feet on a plastic bag before entering the house on a snowy day.