Walk out of school after class
Passing by a supermarket on the way to the bus stop
An old man walked across the street
"Young man, you guys You can make money by working.
Your aunt and I live under the xxx bridge.
Give us a few dollars to buy some noodles from this shop.
”
I really wanted to take him into the store to buy food instead of
giving him money, but in the end I walked away habitually
Less than ten Step
The feeling of guilt, like every similar situation, makes me uneasy
I tried my best to turn around and peek
I longed to see him not to worry about the next one. Strangers said the same thing
I would rather regret and blame myself for turning a blind eye just now
But in the end I found self-comfort
In the beginning, I kept giving money.
I would rather believe that what he told me was a lie
But again and again
The pity and sympathy that I originally felt from the bottom of my heart turned into boredom. and disdain
turned into anger and sadness
I hate my own ruthlessness
How can I be so blind to the suffering in the world
In my heart, I couldn't forgive myself
But when I saw at the subway station
A man with one leg swiped his card to enter the safe passage
He walked to the screen door and took off his clothes. He took off his brand new coat and handed it to a woman with long hair.
Then he put on the clothes that were torn and blackened from being dragged on the ground.
He took out something that could be held on the ground with both hands. When Wooden Board "walked" into the subway alone
The sadness in my heart was frozen to my bones
It turns out that compassion is so fragile and humanitarianism is so dirty and smelly
And on him The Buddhist music "The Great Compassion Mantra" played from the speakers
If people live in such an embarrassing and humble way, parasitic like maggots
Then, the sacredness and significance of the military parade played on the subway mobile TV Spectacular
There are also handrail pull tabs carefully designed by designers with humanistic feelings
What’s the point?
They make all the dignity of existence and The value collapsed in an instant
They told the same kind of people so truly and concretely that living
was slovenly and humble, and ended up with the same destination by different paths