That day, my mother and I went to the market to buy food. You old man begging with a bottle and singing a sad song. I was a little sad to hear that, so I said to my mother, "Mom, let's give that old uncle some money, too!" " ? "Mom smiled and shook her head." You know, these beggars may be liars. They have a good hand at making money. Why did they come here and lose their dignity? This is also something for nothing! "I listened to my mother, although there is some truth, because my mother told us from an early age that you can't get something for nothing, you have to work with your own hands, so that the money you earn will be safe and meaningful. But when I saw my old uncle singing and bowing to those who gave him alms, I couldn't help but take a dollar out of my pocket and put it in the bottle. Just as I was leaving, my old uncle stopped me. " Old uncle. "I asked him," do you have anything else? "I saw the old man's clothes were clean, unlike beggars, so I stopped to talk to him. The old uncle patted me on the shoulder. " Little girl, give me money and listen to me sing, or I will get something for nothing! ""I looked at my old uncle's face. He is already white-haired. And I know better that he is not a man who gets something for nothing. He is also making money with his own hands. I stood beside him, accompanied him and listened to his songs. I think of my grandmother who has passed away, and I can't help feeling sad.
It's been a long time, but I still remember his appearance, his songs and what he said to me. Even if others say that he is a street performer, I don't care, because he deserves my respect and unforgettable.