How can progress be retrogressed?

A peasant family is very hospitable. When friends visit, the host always prepares delicious food and drinks, warmly entertains the guests, and gets drunk until the host and guests are happy.

One day, an old friend who hadn't seen each other for 30 years came. The host was overjoyed and went to the kitchen to cook and prepare a sumptuous banquet. The host happily cooks and cooks, carefully mixes the dishes, and dishes with good color and fragrance are served on the table. The master boiled and suddenly found that there was no soy sauce at home, so he quickly called the most agile and diligent youngest son:

"son! There is an uncle at home, and we should treat him well. Dad has an urgent thing to tell you. Finish it now. You go to the street to buy a good bottle of soy sauce and bring it back as soon as possible, or the meat in my pot will burn. 」

"dad! Don't worry! Everything is on me. The youngest son patted his chest hard and looked confident.

Master turned back to the kitchen with a clear conscience. Twenty minutes passed and his son hasn't come back yet. Hmm! Is the grocery store owner too busy with business? Just wait patiently. But after an hour or two, my son still disappeared, waiting for the guests to be hungry, and the host was as anxious as ants on hot bricks. The master thought, "Did something happen to my son on the road? 」

All kinds of possibilities and assumptions flooded into the master's mind, and the master finally couldn't help it and ran out to find his son. The master ran anxiously to the street, only to find his son standing in the middle of the land bridge, staring at another child, facing each other, and no one would let him. His son has a bottle of black soy sauce in his hand.

"son! What are you doing here? I am waiting for you to make soy sauce, but you are playing here. 」

"Report dad! I bought soy sauce and was about to go home. I didn't expect to meet this person on the bridge, blocking my way and not letting me cross the bridge. " The son appealed confidently.

"ah! How can you be so unreasonable as to block other people's aisles? Get out of the way 」

"ah! Strange! I don't know who is in whose way. You go your way, I'll cross my single-plank bridge, and neither of us will infringe on the other. Obviously, your son is in my way. Am I in your way? Hum! Joke. " A child covered in dirt cleverly grasped the white.

The frustrated cultivator pointed to the child and cursed:

"You savage little thing, don't know to respect the old man, respect the virtuous, polite and humble. Come on! Son! Take the soy sauce back and let dad stand on the bridge and face him. 」

After that, he pushed his son off the bridge and stood on the deck. The old man and the young man are in a serious stalemate.

In our daily life, there are many such opposing and uncompromising scenes. In the rush hour traffic, everyone will try their best to grab a seat as long as they see a little gap. As a result, everyone crowded together and could not advance or retreat, which became a strange phenomenon of big traffic jam. Isn't this the portrayal of the confrontation between father and son on the bridge in metaphor? In fact, as long as everyone gives in to each other a little, the space will naturally be big, and there will naturally be room for manoeuvre. A Buddhist poem said: "Desire is better than no desire, and progress is never retrogressive. Take a step back and broaden the horizon; Endure three points and feel at ease. Retirement is the real progress.