Xianghe weather q

My high school is in a small town in my hometown. At the school gate is the provincial highway 2 16. Walk along the provincial road for 10 minutes, and there is a bridge. Under the bridge is Xianghe. This river is a tributary of the Han River. The current is swift and the river is swift.

One night in senior three, I went to the bridge alone to watch the sunset. As night fell, I was going back to school and saw a girl and a boy in my class walking on the bridge. They may be embarrassed to see me alone and invite me to go with them. In fact, my heart is contradictory. Originally, single dog was pitiful enough not to be so cruel to animals. Hmm.

We had a threesome. On the way, we saw an old man riding a tricycle coming to us from the other side of the bridge. Because it takes a lot of effort to climb the hill, he is old, the tricycle is rickety, and all kinds of trucks and cars on the bridge fly by. After we saw it, we were worried that he didn't have that much strength, and we were worried that he couldn't control his direction and something would happen. Moreover, in rural areas like ours, it is common to bump into people and run away. So the three of us went back, helped him push the cart and climbed the hill.

After climbing the slope, grandpa said thank you, let us let go, and he continued to ride. The bridge is wide and the downhill is long. We are worried that the downhill inertia is too great, and the old man can't grasp the direction and is hit by the car behind him, so he wants to continue to help him. But it's very late at this time, and the school has to study at night. If we keep helping him, we are likely to be late. Three people discussed it, and I said, "Anyway, my grades are poor. It doesn't matter whether I am late or not. At most, I was said a few words by the teacher. " Then ask their opinions: "They also think that self-study at night is not important for grandpa's help." So the three of us held his car all the way and helped him get off the bridge.

We talked while walking and asked Grandpa why he ran so far alone so late. Grandpa said, "He went to another city to do something. (Opposite our bridge is another city). " Ask him again: "Where are the young people in your family? Why not let them do it? " He said: "all the young people in the family have gone out to work." Later we asked him if he had eaten. He said he didn't eat. We wanted to buy him a steamed bun, but he refused. So we didn't insist.

Back at the school gate, we said goodbye to grandpa. I watched his rickety figure staring at the tricycle and gradually disappearing into the night, thinking, this is also a kind of life in the world.

When I go back to school, life goes on as usual. I'm still the scum who holds my class back, and the teacher threatened to kick me out.

I was in another city when I read again. It was a cold winter, and my brother and I had just finished playing outside and were going to walk to the station to get a ride back to school. The two of us, wrapped in down jackets and carrying a pack of 7-yuan Hongtashan in our mouths, walked through the shops facing the street. In front of a spacious and bright shop, we saw an old woman begging on the floor. It was snowing heavily, and the old woman was covered with snow. My brother and I crouched down, stuffed a few dollars into her bowl and walked to the station. While we were waiting for the bus, my brother said, "Grandma can't move. It's cold. She shouldn't eat it. " I said, "Yes, she can't even walk, so she has no food. Why don't we buy her a cage of steamed bread? " My brother said, "Good." So we spent a few dollars to buy a cage of steamed buns, turned to find the grandmother and said to her, "It's cold, let's eat something hot." "Grandma immediately thanked us and said that we two boys were good, but refused our food. She said, "You can eat steamed bread. I'm not hungry. "

Later, after a while, we put the steamed stuffed bun in her place, leaving her no choice but to eat it.

On the way back, I chatted with my brother and said, "Why don't we give her money and she doesn't want it?"

Later, we guessed that she might feel that she would not accept our steamed buns after receiving our money once. If this is the case, it may be that the kind-hearted grandmother is unwilling to accept too much help from others, and such people may really have to beg.

Many years later, I often think of this matter, and feel that even the smallest human beings have requirements for respect. So in the later time, every time I met a beggar, I either didn't give money, but bent down and put it in someone else's bowl.

At that time, I was still a cynical rebellious teenager. The world didn't like me, and I didn't like the world very much. But those things, those behaviors, are all done naturally. Later, I realized that a person's nature is actually innate and has nothing to do with your academic performance, Excellence or not, and your own nature. My younger brother, who usually fights with others with a group of people, is also the scum in the eyes of his parents, teachers and classmates, but he paid for buns, even though we were poor at that time and often couldn't afford Hongtashan for 7 yuan a pack.

I have thought that my natural sympathy for the weak may be related to my own growth experience. Since childhood, I have been beaten by my father and looked down upon by my teachers, classmates, relatives and friends. I used to be full of negativity and pessimism about the world. I know what it's like to be humble in the dust, and I know what it's like to be abandoned by the whole world and be afraid of a little bit. So every time I write an article, as long as someone in the world sees it, I will think it is a gift for me. After all, a loser like me is not qualified to have these.

I think those grandparents who begged in the street were all energetic when they were young. Now their old age is very painful, and they feel lonely and lost alone. Not only did they not get enough food and clothing, but they also lost their most basic dignity, so I have always been kind to them. Maybe I can't help them, at least I won't look at them in a discriminatory way.

In this life, no one is alive. Let's not look down on anyone. Maybe one day it will be our turn to have nothing.

My uncle who was pregnant with cancer in the countryside a while ago passed away, and my uncle's family held a banquet. While eating, an old man led an old woman to beg from table to table. When it was our turn to sit at the table, the old man played several erhu, and the old woman put the bowl on the table where we ate and sang something I didn't understand. At the dinner table, a relative put 1 yuan into her bowl and returned it to him, hoping to give some money to send the professional beggar away. Unexpectedly, the old woman put the bowl back and continued to sing, probably because she disliked us for giving less. Later, another relative gave the bowl 2 yuan, which we thought should be enough to send away. I didn't expect this old woman to have a big appetite. The third time, she put the bowl on our table. This time, no one gave it to her I looked angry and thought, what does this mean? I slammed the chopsticks on the table, ready to reprimand. My sister saw that I was going to lose my temper, so she quickly grabbed me. I held back my anger and didn't speak. My cousin later took a few dollars and put them in a bowl. Grandma did not leave. Later, an elder ran over to the two old people and said, "This table is full of college students, and young people don't like it. Take the money and go. "

Later, I heard that during the whole banquet, the adults sent the two old people away directly. Only at our table, after giving money again and again, they still refused to leave. Later, after dinner, the villagers sat on the bench and watched the waist drum team sing and dance. I saw two old people sitting on a table alone, eating leftovers from the banquet, and finally cleaned up a little.

Although rural life is getting better and better now, there are few big fish and big meat. Beggars like them, a folk profession, came all the way here just to beg for tens of dollars and have a good meal. Looking at the two old people, hunched over and eating leftovers, I felt very uncomfortable and began to reflect on whether it was a bit too much. After all, people also live in poverty. The money they want a day may be my two take-away money in Shanghai.

We often see news on the Internet now, that is to say, some professional beggars are eating, drinking and having fun in restaurants with the goodwill of the citizens, and their monthly salary is higher than that of white-collar workers, which makes many well-intentioned people afraid to do good deeds again.

Everyone has different opinions on whether to give money to beggars. Some people think that not giving them money is to let those who live at the bottom understand that only through their own efforts can they live a good life, and no one will give you charity. Some people think that people should help each other and we should care about the disadvantaged groups.

Let me tell you what I was thinking.

The reason why that old woman made me angry at that time was that I thought the old couple were still fast. Why don't they take care of themselves? They want to go out and beg, and again and again they lose more than they gain. Maybe you are poor and have a few dollars, so when you go home, you can eat an extra plate of meat at the dinner table. But at that banquet, all the farmers were sitting, and their money was dug out of the soil with their backs to the loess.

Although I saw them two old people later, I still deeply felt sorry for them.

In the city, you sometimes meet beggars and occasionally give some. Last time I finished eating Haidilao in the moonlight, I saw someone playing with monkeys when I went out. They say you can watch monkeys salute for 5 yuan. I gave him 10 yuan and said, "It's raining, so call it a day and go back to rest." Uncle monkey didn't talk, but desperately waved a whip for the monkey to perform. I quickly waved and said, "No, no, and then I ran away."

I think I will continue to do these things. Although I understand that there will be many articles among those beggars, I also believe that there will really be people in need.

That's what people do. There are two people living in their hearts, one is an angel and the other is a devil. Sometimes the devil keeps an angel in a cage, so this person becomes a bad person. Others are angels who beat the devil, and they become good people.