The Beggar’s Sorrow

The wind was blowing bitingly, as if it was whining.

In the evening, the sky turned dark blue, and there were large floor-to-ceiling windows with curtains hanging on them. Inside the window, I am sitting at a wooden table. There is a cup of tea on the table. The teacup is made of porcelain, very elegant. The tea is blowing out gentle smoke and talking softly. There is also a book on the table. The book was half-open, and the desk lamp shone slantly on the book. The light was a warm goose yellow. Outside the window, he, a beggar, walked slowly in the faint twilight, but he lacked that leisurely feeling. His back was severely hunched, and he looked extremely out of tune with his body. His face was dirty, and he had no appearance at all. Of course, there was also the concierge who followed behind him and cursed, and the dog in front of him that showed no fear and kept barking wildly. In the cold wind, he could only feel terrified.

I opened the door, and the wind rushed in. I said to him: "Come in." He opened his mouth slightly, his hands drooped unnaturally, and his eyes moved around in confusion. I said to him again: "It doesn't matter, come in." He walked slowly, walked in, crossed the threshold, and I closed the heavy door. He stood in the aisle, refusing to take another step. Every corner of his face showed fear, and his body was trembling with fear, like a primary school student who had made a mistake and was waiting for the teacher's apology. I went into the house and took a piece of bread and handed it to him. He caught it with trembling hands. He hesitated for a while, then ate it in big mouthfuls. He looked very focused, but his hands were still shaking slightly.

In fact, what is the difference between beggars and us? It's just that in this society shrouded by money, there are too many distorted things and deformed eyes. Why bother? It was originally a very good fish pond, with all the fish swimming in it without any scruples. However, they had to put a wall in the middle of the fish pond. Childishly, they carefully separated the fish and even ridiculously stipulated that the fish here are called beggars. , the fish here... isn't it a good thing to tear down that wall and face everyone in harmony?

He finished eating the bread and looked out the window, as if he wanted to go out. He was used to the noise and contempt. I opened the door and he slowly walked out. The wind was still blowing and the dogs were still barking, but the concierge went back because he was afraid of the cold. But where would he stop next? I opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, letting the light shine on the road outside, watching him go away, hoping that there would still be room for him in this world.