Because of rushing to sign the contract for our Nth house, my husband and I were hurrying on the street at noon. I don't know why we were in such a rush, but the pace just wouldn't slow down, as if someone was whipping us from behind. After parking the car in a hurry and weaving through the crowded crowd, I suddenly heard a simple yet joyful male voice singing. I thought it was some cool guy with headphones entertaining himself on the street. But when I turned my head, I saw a forty-year-old countryman who was selling more than ten mops along the street. He was walking slowly and steadily, looking far away with not an ounce of anticipation or greed. The mops he was selling probably cost no more than ten yuan each, and all together wouldn't amount to more than a hundred yuan, which wouldn't even make a bubble in this bustling city. Yet, looking at him, he didn't seem worried about whether the mops would sell or if the money would be enough to pay the rent. It seemed like there was no one in the world who enjoyed singing more than him. He hummed happily, and his songs were filled with indescribable ease and happiness.
I called out to my husband and let him see this mop seller. My husband was also influenced and looked at me thoughtfully, saying: "It seems that happiness and money are really not the same thing!" Isn't it? Look at how blindly we have been busy. We get up early and work late every day, overtime constantly. Of course, we won't earn less money than a mop seller, but we always feel that life is unstable. We worry about the day when we might not have enough money for our children's education or for the elderly's medical treatment. We fear inflation, currency devaluation, the fall of the houses we buy, and the loss on the houses we sell. Thinking carefully, when have I ever sung joyfully on the street without a care? Every day, I walk hurriedly, heavy-hearted.
We should have a happy mop to sweep the dusty hearts and leave a clean world for ourselves.