600-word composition An unforgettable look

If there is no more love in this world, how will we survive?

An unforgettable look continues the only love in the world...

...——Inscription

A few years ago, he experienced a strange thing .

Passing by an overpass, the crowd here was a bit bloated. From far away, you can hear the hissing sound from the bloated crowd. When I got closer, I saw that it was a young beggar. The upper body was naked, and the bruises, scales, dryness, and lacerations on the skin were clearly visible, which was terrifying. The lower body was covered with a covering that was not considered trousers. The calves and thighs overlapped tightly and were wrapped in stiff black rubber, with several hemp ropes tied to the rubber. He must be disabled. Feeling pity, he pushed aside the crowd and approached the beggar. He was about forty years old, similar to his own age, but this man suffered misfortune that ordinary people could not imagine. He wanted to inquire about the beggar's misfortune, but the beggar made a "ouch-ouch" sound in his throat and his head shook desperately. It was the pain of torture. The beggar is mute, with a look of pleading and despair in his eyes. He couldn't help but take out a handful of money from his pocket, three hundred-yuan bills, a few twenty-yuan bills... and gave them all to the beggar.

Passers-by looked at him in surprise and whispered. The eyes on him were stranger than those on the beggar.

——He ran away from a mental hospital, right? Where is filming? No way! There is no camera; it's not like they are engaging in conspiracy; oh, they are accomplices, don't talk, let's see what else he does -

The passers-by revealed their inner speculations. He didn't understand, it was the atmosphere. Is it unreasonable to have love and give some money to a poor beggar? Just let it go if you don’t have sympathy, and you still have to ridicule the love of others. How can you be so numb! He was a little shocked, and he wanted to argue, or even curse. But a dramatic scene chilled him: the place was empty and the beggar was missing. Not far away, the beggar smiled proudly and shouted, "You are rich, you are rich." As he ran, he turned around to peek at him. His feet were many times more agile than his own, and his speed was comparable to that of a professional athlete.

He was extremely angry, he was cheated of money, it didn’t matter; his lovely heart was deceived, will human compassion be reborn?

The passerby’s demeanor immediately extinguished his anger. No one paid any attention to the beggar, no accusations were made, and no abuse was given. It was him who attracted the attention of passers-by. They looked at each other and guessed each other.

——What’s going on? Do you understand? No; he gave the beggar money and the beggar ran away again. It was strange. Do they know each other? It doesn’t look like it; it’s really weird; don’t talk and keep watching - passers-by are still mumbling.

He was angry and even more ashamed. Walking away among people pointing fingers, I felt like my spine was being stabbed hard. He felt that he was a puppet being made fun of, a joke that was discussed after dinner, and a focus that was drowned out by strange eyes.

Today he was shopping in a supermarket. A unique figure walked toward him among the bustling crowd. A few beads of sweat appeared on her anxious forehead and cheeks, and she hesitated and gestured with her hands. He took a few steps back cautiously, leaving a gap. This gap is not space, but distance and estrangement. She stopped within a distance he could bear, gesturing with her hands hurriedly. She was deaf-mute, so she was probably in a hurry, otherwise she wouldn't have been so busy. He said he didn't understand what she meant and that he hated deaf-mute people, real or not. He refused intentionally, shook his head, stretched out his hands, and didn't understand her gesture. She looked helpless and anxious, with a pleading look in her eyes. He hated this look, it was fake and artificial. He stood calmly, looking at the passers-by calmly and no longer paying attention to her.

She ran away quickly, running upstairs and downstairs throughout the supermarket, panting and making gestures to everyone she met, but no one understood her gestures. He knew what she meant because he had been a teacher at a school for the deaf and she was looking for her lost daughter.

He stood for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, he saw her. She was holding a cute girl in her hand.

The crowd was surging, and he felt uneasy inside. Someone was poking at his spine, and he was ashamed again. Slipping away quietly amid the silent pointing.

Passing by that overpass, different beggars frequently kowtowed to pedestrians. Without thinking, he took out a hundred yuan note and stuffed it into the beggar's hand. He didn't know if anyone behind him was talking about his mental illness, so he gave the money and left quickly.

Love will never die because of deception; people who have lost their self-esteem will not regain their dignity because of love; people who ridicule others for being deceived will not wake up because others are deceived again. .

Only because love exists, only because truth exists. So goodness will continue.

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If you can, please look at everything with a beautiful eye.

Even if your eyes are blinded by mist, please feel it with your heart.

——Postscript