The subway station in the early morning is always crowded, like a steel giant swallowing tired souls. Lynn was caught in the crowd of suits and leather shoes, holding tightly the cup of coffee that was no longer warm. This is her daily commute in this vast city, with the roar of trains entering the station and the hurried footsteps of people in her ears. The world is so noisy that it’s hard to breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the transfer passage leading to the platform, Lynn’s gaze was caught by a faint yellow touch in the corner of the wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That is an unknown wildflower, stubbornly poking its head out from the cold and hard cement crevice. It is too small, with even a hint of wind blown marks on the edges of its petals, but between the gray white tiles and the black leather shoes that come and go, it blooms quietly and without reservation. No one cared about its existence, even the broom of the cleaner carefully avoided it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lynn stopped in her tracks and cleared a second for this flower amidst the surging crowd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She suddenly remembered the casual remark from her boss last night when she worked overtime until late at night, ‘Your plan still lacks highlights’. That deep sense of powerlessness, like the cold wind passing through the hallway at this moment. She always thought that only success standing in the spotlight and being seen by everyone could be called blooming; Those unknown efforts are just futile struggles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But this wildflower in front of me doesn’t think so. It does not open for the praise of passersby, nor does it wither because no one stops. It just followed the faint light leaking from the vent and took the most solemn breath of its life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sound of the train entering the station interrupted her thoughts. The crowd surged forward again like a tide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lin En took a deep breath and drank the last bit of cold coffee from the bottom of the cup in one gulp. She didn’t take out her phone to take a picture of the flower, nor did she try to move it away. She just nodded slightly towards the corner of the wall and then merged back into the sea of people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I walked out of the subway station, the sunlight pierced through the clouds and sprinkled on the zebra crossing. The city is still vast and busy, but Lynn knows that something is different now. Even the most inconspicuous corner has its own spring; And those moments of quietly blooming are themselves a kind of perfection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She quickened her pace and walked towards the office building. The wind today seems gentler than usual.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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