# An ordinary afternoon encounter I remember last spring, I was rushing to work deadline in a small cafe. The sun was very good that day, so I chose a position by the window. While he was concentrating, the coffee cup of an old man at the next table suddenly fell to the ground and broke. I instinctively went over to help, but the old man was a little flustered and kept apologizing. After packing up, he insisted on buying me coffee to express his gratitude. During the small talk, I learned that he was a middle school teacher before he retired. He would come here for coffee every Tuesday, and he had been holding on for more than ten years. We talked a lot that day, about the changes in education, the development of the city, and our respective families. Before leaving, he gave me a small collection of poems that he carried with him. The title page said "For kind-hearted young people." This is just an episode, but that warm exchange made me remember deeply, and it also reminded me to slow down and pay attention to the people and stories around me.