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Yesterday evening, after teaching my students I came across a flyover to the bus station, waiting for the autobus that would pass by Shenzhen University. When I was waiting anxiously, a ragged old carline came to me and held out a bowl to me with a lamentable expression in her eyes. Obviously, she was asking for money. I looked her up and down compassionately. She was wearing sparse grey hair and tattered clothes, holding a sere stick and a bowl, on the bottom of which lies several coins. A strong sense of bowel dashed out of my heart and I gave her 5 yuan without any hesitation. She cast to me an appreciative smile and thanked me nonstop until I got on the bus. I felt very gleeful, cos I had done something meaningful. Though it was tiny just like a particle of dust, it was the living proof that I had dedicated something to our society, especially to the deplorable.
As a matter of fact , in the past I seldom showed any sympathy to the beggars in the street, cos a large number of them were frauds that disguised themselves to be poor and disabled so as to gain the money from the passers-by. But now my attitude has altered conversely, particularly towards the old. Sometimes when I am carefully turning over whether the standing-in-front old beggar is real or not, I will soon cease my thinking and just give some money to him as long as he is really old. Why? On the one hand , the old really lose their working ability that can feed them with their own hands. On the other hand, when seeing those old people, I will involuntarily think of my grandma who went to the Heaven last year. You know , I draw a big lesson from her death that we should cherish the relationship with our old relatives and show our respect and love to the old. When young, they devoted themselves to our society. When becoming old, they need our help to live the rest of their lives. It is literally a sin to ignore the old people in our family ,or even to ill-treat them.
Still now , I cannot fully tear myself from the pain of losing my grandma, though my mood is much better than it was originally. Her miserable rawboned face before death flashes in my mind off and on , which renders my heart broken. Of course , In the past we shared tons of memorably beautiful memories. But now everything has gone and we cannot put the clock back. I still fail to get used to the life without grandma. But however heartrending I am, I will still move forward with a pleasant and grateful heart, cos that is exactly what my grandma wants to see. Life is full of unions and departures. Just as the saying goes , there is no feast which will not come to an end. Strongly living on is best payment and comfort to the deceased.. |
