The weekend bathhouse, like a small community, is full of excitement and stories for the day. It was freezing outside, but inside the bathhouse was warm as spring. When you walk through the door, you are instantly surrounded by steam and warmth.
I took off my heavy clothes and felt at ease. Here, people undress their everyday pretenses and show their true selves nakedly. Rich or poor, rich or poor, we are all equal in the steaming bathroom.
I tested the temperature of the water and slowly submerged my body in the water. Close your eyes and feel the touch of the water with all your heart. It is like a mother's hand, soft and warm.
Just as I was enjoying the tranquility, a voice broke the harmony. A man of about forty years old, with a general's belly and a yellow necklace around his neck, was rubbing the back of an old man. He was very professional in his movements, apparently often serving the elderly. He put his mouth close to the old man's ear and shouted loudly, "Dad, you bend sideways." "Dad, you have your head down. "This scene warms my heart.
He rubbed the old man's back, shampooed his hair, and made soap, and every action was meticulous. He carefully helped the old man to take a bath, as if he were treating a precious work of art.
I couldn't help but ponder. This man may be a successful person in the outside world, or he may be as ordinary as me, but here, he is just a filial son. His every gesture is full of love and respect for the elderly. He showed me true kindness and filial piety.
An inexplicable feeling welled up in my heart. At this moment, his figure seems to be as majestic as a mountain, and at the same time, I think of my father, who died young, and those times spent with him are replayed in my mind like a movie. If my father was alive, he would be about the same age as this old man, and I closed my eyes again, and the winter day in the bathhouse was not only a baptism of the body, but also a purification of the soul. Here, I saw the beauty and warmth of human nature.