The material of an argumentative essay on sympathy?

A small coin fell into the beggar's tin jar-Jingle! The voice is so clear and loud, as if to announce to the whole world: how kind I am and how noble my behavior is!

A golden seed dived into the barren soil. It's too quiet. Even when it happily emerges from the ground and appreciates itself as a part of the land, it still looks so calm.

If you name the holy book of sympathy, it should be the latter-the seed of silence, not the jingling coin.

Compassion, an indispensable element in human nature, is the harmonious voice of human integration. I have been searching for its color development, which contains two of the three primary colors. Yes, for sure. Please forgive my confidence. Don't you see that it brings warmth to sympathizers and brings back harvest to sympathizers?

Compassion is a kind of beauty. It is not a condescending gift, not a sentimental pity, but a harmonious connection between people, and the same emotional flow between sympathizers and sympathizers. Please imagine that if a sympathizer compares himself to a high mountain and regards the sympathizer as a low-lying, then the high mountain and flowing water can only run aground in the low-lying place and cannot feed back. If there is a God in the world, he must be the loneliest. He gave gifts to ordinary people as a savior, but he never got communication. A child said, "I also want to sympathize with and help others, but he only looked at me and turned away." I really want to tell my child that when I look at him in the mirror, his face must look like a proud prince.

Dear friends, please remember my words: the beauty of sympathy is the beauty of flow. Equality is her prelude.

Some people pay for fame, and that hidden desire makes his gift imperfect. Compassion is not showing off, not exchanging, but an emotional enjoyment that has nothing to do with utility. Only when the subject and the object are congenial, and things are forgotten, and there is only one practical action between heaven and earth, can we reach the peak of good deeds. From this, I can't help thinking of the coins thrown at beggars. In a crowd of onlookers, the more the giver clinks glasses, the better he can behave and the more frequently others praise him. If he is intoxicated with this and the support of a third party, then he is just a fool. He just rented a fleeting laurel with a few coins. Once he left this space, everyone completely forgot him. Before he went home, maybe even he forgot to wear such a laurel.

I once tasted such a poem:

People's friends are your answer needs.

He was planted by you with love.

Thanks for the bumper harvest fields.

He is your diet.

It's also your stove.

This country rushed to him hungrily for you.

You asked him for peace.

I admire such a philosophical poem of the richest man and thank it for giving me the inspiration for the third proposition. The beauty of sympathy is a lofty sense of self-improvement, just like a mirror. People often say that people should have compassion. It is inconceivable that a man of noble character will have no compassion. Therefore, it seems extremely necessary to publicize compassion as a basic quality of human beings. In the relationship with sympathizers, it is the role of the mirror to know yourself, discover yourself and improve yourself.

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