The train station before the Spring Festival was packed with people. In the long queues, the ticket windows seemed impossibly far away.
In front of me stood a woman in her thirties with a young girl of about six or seven. Both looked anxious as they hadn't managed to buy tickets. Suddenly, I heard the girl shout, "Whose ticket is lost? I found a ticket!"
People gathered around; in such a moment, a single ticket was as precious as gold. Many claimed the ticket was theirs, but the girl cleverly asked, "Where is this ticket for? What is the date and time? And how much did it cost?" Most people were left speechless or gave incorrect answers. Finally, a sincere-looking young man rushed forward and correctly stated the train number, starting station, time, and price. The girl then returned the ticket to him.
As the crowd dispersed, the girl said to her mother, "Mom, it's exactly the train going to our home, and I happen to recognize the words. You won't be mad at me, will you?" The woman smiled tenderly, stroking the girl's head, "Good girl, you did the right thing! I promise you, even if we don't go home for the New Year, I'll buy you new clothes!"
Looking at the anxious and indifferent faces around me, my heart suddenly felt warm, and even the sorrow of not being able to go home was dispelled.