Whenever someone comments on my goodness, I feel a little sad in my heart. I don't know when kindness has become a quality that not everyone has. In my opinion, shouldn't kindness be an innate instinct of people?
As Bai said, "What's wrong with this era? Everyone regards one's bottom line as an advantage. A food is good not because it is delicious, but because it has no additives. A man is great not because he is excellent, but because he is honest, punctual and does not steal. The performance of many problems in our time is to affirm the bottom line of the past as the upper limit. "
This is also my confusion.
Isn't kindness instinct?
True kindness is a person who has been to the opposite of kindness and can be kind.
Many people may not have heard of the word "cutting". It can be said that it is a more vicious noun than obscenity.
Collecting life is collecting strangers; Cutting is to pick up a part of the other person's body with knives and axes and use it as witchcraft, or deliberately create people with damaged limbs and organs as begging tools to make money. Nowadays, it is mostly used for begging, but in ancient times with a strong superstitious atmosphere, the former was the main purpose of collecting disciples, and the situation faced by abducted people was even more horrible.
I gradually found that the goodness in the world is so bright, and the malice in the shadow is just as dark.
I have a deep memory. There will suddenly be a period of time in a year when there are many disabled people on the street, and they are all new faces I have never seen before. Their faces are full of numb expressions, and their physical disabilities are shocking. There are short arms, deformed hands and feet, and twisted organs. If you see it, you may be surprised at the tenacity of vitality. Their success attracted everyone's attention and sympathy. Many people who are usually penniless can't stop their inner goodwill and donate money one after another.
But have you ever carefully observed that there are always one or two figures hiding in the dark and motionless in the busy streets ... I tell you, this is an inhuman way to make money. In 18th-tier cities or rural areas, disabled people are tools to earn money and can buy and sell goods. Compared with human trafficking in the late Qing Dynasty, modern human trafficking is even more heinous. Some people, by buying disabled people, carry a group of disabled people's tools around China.
Every time I go to a small county, I make those disabled people beg. In order to prevent the disabled from escaping, there must be one or two people around the beggars to supervise. Many disabled people are too disabled to escape, so they still need supervision. Why? It is to prevent some "nosy" good people from interfering and help them out of their misery.
This has formed a complete industrial chain. Some people kidnap people, children are sold to infertile families when they are young, women are sold to the mountains as tools for giving birth to children, or they are sold to promiscuous places to help people earn money. But there are still some people who become money-making materials …
Every time I think about it, I can't help gnashing my teeth and sighing that the darkness of this world is so cruel.
Not long ago, I went shopping with my friends and met an old man on the way. His legs were all lost below the knee, which was covered with a thick layer of plastic, which was cut from the inner tube of a car tire. In July, under the most vicious sun in the north, sweat soaked the white sideburns. Face, callous expression, and criss-crossing wrinkles are like a thick historical record describing suffering. Wearing a shabby old camouflage uniform, the clothes are yellow, and the red vest inside is wet …
My friends are all well-intentioned, so they immediately searched their pockets and wanted to give some weak help. Turn around and ask me if I'm a liar. I frowned, immediately relieved and said nothing. He muttered, a liar is a liar. In such hot weather, he has been kneeling for so long, even if he is a liar. I still don't talk. My friend was holding money in his hand, and the sweat in his palm penetrated into the crumpled paper money and began to be in a dilemma. He looked at my expression and the old man kneeling across the street, like a helpless child.
"But doing good will bring Mo Wen a future," I told him blankly.
Doing good is not necessarily saving, and we can't save those people if we are weak, but doing good must be happy. If you hesitate and cling to whether the person in front of you is a liar, then you don't have to help him anymore, because even if you help him, your obsession still bothers you. Such goodwill is meaningless. When you put money in front of them, your heart is as calm as water, and your spirit has a sense of relief. This is true kindness. But we can do good deeds and the future of Mo Wen, and the kindness without asking for anything in return is great. But, but to do good, just seek peace of mind. This kindness can slowly cultivate your character and make you gentle and warm.
Seeing my friend's uncertain face, I smiled and went to a nearby store to buy a bottle of water and told him to buy China steamed stuffed bun. Then I gave him everything and put it in front of the old man. And I, watching him in the crowd, walked up to the old man step by step, squatted down, smiled and handed him the drink and cake. The old man looked up, smiled and moved his lips. I guess he said thank you. My friend also smiled at me, and my heart was no longer entangled …
In fact, there are many appearances about our common beggars. I have seen old people with better family conditions than me. In order to lighten the burden on their children, they put on shabby clothes and begged in the middle of the night. I've also seen beggars walking around stores, reaching out for things from diners. I've also met children, students without fares … I've met many people.
Only one of them impressed me deeply. It was in the Spring Festival the year before last that three or four beggars with new faces suddenly came to my town. There are two old people and two little girls in Grade One and Grade Two. They were in rags, kneeling in crowded places. See people don't talk, just kneeling, with a shoe box in front of them. This has nothing to do with me, and I am not in the mood to give generously to this common scam. On New Year's Day, I was going to the exit of a big shopping mall to help the sellers, and I came into contact with a little girl in this small group. My little girl is very cute, just black and thin, with food on her face, good-looking smile and neat white teeth. If you are in a relatively wealthy family, you must be a slim and kind girl.
I only sold things in front of the mall for a day, but I didn't sell much. On the first day of the lunar new year, there were not many people shopping in the mall, so I stared at many smiling people passing by me one by one. Next to me, two steps away, the little girl was kneeling. I occasionally turned to look at her and wanted to know how old she was, where her hometown was, and whether she went to school … but I didn't ask. I went to buy kebabs when I was a little hungry, and I bought her a copy. When she was sent to her, she still refused to speak, but her face was a little ashamed and inferior. I handed it to her with a smile, and then continued to wait for someone to buy my things.
I only sold things at the mall for one day. I stayed at home for the next few days and occasionally wondered where the little girl would go and whether she had ever been home ... Until the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival, my brother and I went to the railway station to send my grandmother to Yinchuan. I saw the little girl in the waiting room
The little girl changed into a dirty and earthy coat and was no longer ashamed. Wearing a pink cotton-padded jacket, playing with a little girl younger than her. Next to them are two old people who often beg on their knees in the market, also wearing new clothes, and talking with a middle-aged man with a smile. I can see that they are a family. I stared at the little girl, and the little girl suddenly turned around and saw me. She immediately lost her smile, bowed her head and began to stop talking, and her face turned red. I smiled at her and never looked at her again.
I smiled and turned to my second uncle and said, "Look, that group of people over there just came here to beg for the New Year ... My second uncle gave me a hard look and told me to look down on others and laugh.
In fact, I didn't look down on them, and I didn't feel cheated. A little sad, just because they are really young and love to play, but they can't spend the New Year with their families, come to strange cities and find many strangers to beg. It's even more fun to watch her put on new clothes and fight with her sister in the waiting room, showing her white teeth. Their family finally went home and got a lot of money. When they went back, they could buy a lot of things, maybe their tuition …
I hesitated for a long time whether to buy her a bottle of water, and finally gave up. When I checked in, I saw my grandmother waiting in line at the ticket gate. I looked up and saw her. She lost her inferiority complex and waved and smiled at me. I smiled at her, then turned and left the station.
In her story, I am just a passer-by. If I can meet her again, I really want to explain to her, don't feel inferior, I don't look down on you, you must study hard and have a bright future …
Yes, life has been so hard, why not be a little more kind and love everything in the world? I just hope that everyone can be gentle and kind and have a future that they want. I once said, "Peace of mind, this is my hometown". I do whatever I want, tend to be gentle and just seek peace of mind. I feel at ease, and the world is my hometown. Isn't the whole world my family?
But if you do good, you just want peace of mind. The world is really bitter, but please fight all the way to find that sweetness. I also hope that we will always be young, always kind and always treat the world with tears. In this era, we will never fail to be kind.
Please firmly believe that kindness will make you live forever. Please be strong and resist this fickle person.