This is a thought-provoking experiment in the American subway.

On a cold morning in 2007, in a subway station in Washington, D.C., a man played six Bach pieces on a violin for about 45 minutes.

On the ground in front of him was a hat with its mouth facing up. Obviously, this is a busker.

No one knew that the violinist who performed in the subway was Josa Bell, one of the world's greatest musicians. He played one of the most complex works in the world, using a $3.5 million violin.

During the 45 minutes that Josa Bell plays, about 2,000 people pass by the station.

About 3 minutes later, a middle-aged man, apparently musically accomplished, who knew that the performer was a musician, slowed down, even paused for a few seconds to listen, and then hurried on.

About four minutes later, Josha Bell received his first dollar. A lady threw the money into her hat, she didn't stop and kept walking.

At six minutes, a young man leaned against the wall and listened to him, then looked at his watch and started walking again.

At 10 minutes, a 3-year-old boy stopped, but his mother pulled him away in a hurry. The boy stopped and looked at the violinist again, but his mother pushed him harder, and the boy had to keep going, but kept looking back. The other little ones did the same, but their parents all pulled their children away quickly.

By the 45-minute mark, only six people had stopped and listened for a while. About 20 people gave the money and continued to leave at their usual pace.

Josa Bell received a total of $32.

You know, two days ago, Yosha. Bell played in a theater in Boston, all of which were sold out, and it cost an average of $200 to sit in the theater and listen to him play the same pieces.

In fact, Joshua Bell's performance in the subway is part of a social experiment sponsored by The Washington Post on perception, taste, and human preference.

After the experiment, the Washington Post asked several questions:

1. In an ordinary environment, in an inappropriate time, can we perceive beauty?

2. If we could perceive it, would we stop and appreciate it?

3. Do we recognize geniuses in unexpected situations?

In the end, the experimenters came to the conclusion that when the best musicians in the world play the best music in the world with the most beautiful instruments in the world, if we can't even stop and listen for a while, then how much else are we missing out on in our rush through life?

When people first hear this story, they often sigh Bole and Maxima, and even stare into the distance and pretend to spit out a deep sentence, "The platform is very important." It seems that in our cognition, Maxima can only be called Maxima after meeting Bole, and it can live a valuable and dignified life. Before that, it was nothing more than a dirt horse, a stronger earth horse at best. At that time, its life was not life at all, and it had to live in the same small and crowded stables as other horses, eating the rough forage, and had to live alone and lonely day after day. Until the emergence of Bole, its life can be regarded as life.

Each of us has our own goals in life, we are working hard for our goals, we all think that only if we achieve the goal, our life is a valuable life, for this we abandon everything that can be abandoned, in the journey of life we are always very clear, but for some reason we are clearly walking on this clear road but often feel lost or even lost. When we rush through the familiar and unfamiliar streets, have you ever thought about stopping for a while, taking a serious look at the surrounding scenery, to feel the spring flowers, the autumn sunset, the summer cicadas, and the winter rime. I don't know when these beautiful things began to become distant and blurry in our memories. We don't know when we have lost ourselves in our goals, and all we have left in life is to rush and keep moving forward.

We've all forgotten that we used to be so good at finding surprises in life, that smiling is actually a very simple thing. We don't know how long it's been since we've smiled in the mirror, we've forgotten our childhood thinking about grabbing a handful of sand, and we've forgotten the inexplicable excitement of seeing the flowers bloom that year. Do you remember the nervous joy when you counted the petals? Do you still remember the tranquility and tranquility of the autumn sunset?

People say that life is like a long-distance run, and there is no room for slackness. But what do we remember when we reach the end? We are so in a hurry that we don't have time to pay attention to the scenery along the way, and even forget our childhood dreams.

Life is long, life is short, life is simple, life is complicated.

Don't go so far that you forget why we set out.

Jin sent this book to the girl, wishing a happy marriage and a hundred years of good together.

-- Look down on the wind and clouds!