That's the kind of person I care about. When I was in college, I once went to the park by the river with a friend. Because I had seen the weather forecast in advance and knew it would rain, I brought umbrellas. At almost four o'clock in the afternoon, we passed a street full of stalls and vendors, and then suddenly it began to rain. The crowd of traders quickly dispersed at the fastest speed. My friends and I quickly hid under the eaves of the roadside. Then I noticed that there was a beggar without legs in the middle of the road. He was trying to walk with his hands and walked under the eaves of the opposite side. The rain ran down his ragged clothes. His hair was soaked. He lowered his head, tried to get less wet, and then shook his hands. My first reaction was to open the umbrella, but when I wanted to rush out, I found that the people under the eaves on both sides were not moving. They calmly watched him paddle in the rain, so I hesitated. Didn't they see? I asked my classmate if I wanted to get a little encouragement from him to do good deeds. Would you like to go over and give him an umbrella? I asked him carefully. No, no one is going. He'll be there in a minute. Then I went back under the eaves, took back my umbrella and lowered my head silently. I didn't go to see him. He did get under the eaves soon and the rain stopped soon. But when I was lying in bed that night, I always couldn't sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw him walking with his head down in the rain and trying to support him with his hands. The rain has been falling in my heart for a long time. It took me a long time to reflect. Why didn't I give him an umbrella? I clearly had this idea. Why didn't I do it? Because everyone doesn't go, because I'm afraid that others will think I'm pretending, because I'm afraid of doing something different from everyone, because I care about other people's opinions, because I don't want to do it enough, because I thought a lot and blamed myself for a long time. Then I told myself that no matter what happens in the future, don't go against my heart. When I was very young, my mother took me shopping. Then it was the first time I noticed the existence of beggars. My mother gave me some money, asked me to run to the beggars, and told me to squat down. I hid behind her, a little afraid and embarrassed, but I still walked forward carefully, squatted down and put the money into his small teapot. He raised his head and said thank you happily, I quickly turned and ran away. I remember that the sun was particularly bright that day. I felt very happy. When I grow up, I go to school in the ice city. On snowy days, there will still be old people kneeling on the ground and kowtowing and begging. At the beginning, I will give them every time I see them. But later, when I found three or four in a street, I hesitated. There are many people in need of help, and I can never help them. They are all deceptive. They earn a lot. I heard that some beggars drive back from work. The aunt who sells sweet potatoes told me. I took the sweet potato and walked away silently, ignoring them. I didn't wear gloves, and my hands were cold and painful. When I was about to get to the school gate, I suddenly thought, even if it was a lie, it's not easy to kneel on the ground in winter. They should be very cold, kneeling on the ground, and the snow was still so heavy. I took the sweet potato and walked to the bedroom, Every step I took felt that I was a little away from my true self, and then I suddenly ran back crazy. Unfortunately, the snow was too heavy that day, and there were no people in the street. I went back and put the sweet potato on the table. Suddenly, I felt sad for no reason. Doing good is a very casual and happy thing. When did I become so heavy. Once people fall into certain emotions and difficulties, they will have the idea of trying to change, but once they leave, they will soon forget. I can't do this. I can no longer live against my will. I'll do whatever it wants. Still, every time I see a beggar, I give money. Sometimes I give food and buy fruit and candy. They will be a little surprised and immediately say thank you. Grandma, who is waiting to pick up garbage, gets up very early. She gives her unwanted clothes regularly, sometimes some daily necessities. Once she passed the garbage dump, she stopped me, and then mysteriously took out a small thing from behind. It is a small doll with rough workmanship. She bought it for you. She said happily like a child. On rainy days, people without umbrellas will be sent a section of the way. Some people will refuse vigilantly, while others readily agree after being surprised. They have a good conversation and meet some good friends all the way. She would give up her seat on the train to the woman with children who couldn't buy tickets. She stood all night by herself. When she got off the train, she enthusiastically helped me carry my luggage, left me a phone and introduced me to interesting places. I will buy the things of people who have one or two kilograms of fruit left, and ask them to go home early to accompany their children, but gradually get familiar with them. Every time I pass by home, I will talk a few words. I know you like to eat peaches. Today, I bought some very good ones and sold them quickly, but I left some for you. After seeing the working uncle who has no money to eat, bargaining with the boss and being ridiculed, he will order vegetables for him, and then pretend that he has something urgent and just can't eat. Please him. It's his grateful eyes. He should have a lovely child. I hope his child knows how hard his father works for him. Once I received more red envelopes from my friends and sent the money to a left behind child. Soon he wrote a postcard to me. If he was young and official, my friends said that they didn't write it voluntarily. The teacher asked me to write it, I smiled, and then put it away. Unexpectedly, I received a call from him soon after. In non-standard Mandarin, I said it like reading aloud. Thank you, sister. I didn't call you until I ran far. The teacher asked for me. Grandpa and I thank you very much. We want to give you some corn for the new year. I sobbed at the end of the phone and couldn't speak. Why should people be kind? I don't know. Maybe I want to live happily and freely. There are many bad people in this world, and there are also many good people. They give kindness and accept the kindness of others. When I care about the eyes of others and have compassion but do nothing, I feel guilty and betray my true self. When all these thoughts and goodwill are turned into action, the sense of ease and satisfaction can not be replaced by anything else. Do it when you think of it. It's not only doing good, but also dreaming. But do good deeds and don't ask about the future. Some people say that the aunt who sells sweet potatoes is also very poor. How can you give money to beggars? Have you ever thought about her feelings? In fact, I wanted to give him sweet potatoes that day, not money, because I wanted to help him as much as I could. I read an article originally, which probably said that not giving money to beggars is to prevent those living at the bottom of society from losing the hope of hard work. Don't let them think that I work so hard. Beggars do nothing and live like me. Here, I have no intention to discuss whether to give money to beggars and whether beggars should sympathize or not. I just think if you think it's right, do it. I've tried to walk away from them, but then I always feel uncomfortable in my heart, so I don't want to do that. And the sweet potato aunt is also very good. One afternoon, she and the beggar were under the eaves. She was a little beggar with broken legs. I bought something from the supermarket and took shelter from the rain there. Then I saw her peel off a sweet potato and give it to the child. Is the child cold? Where is your home? The little beggar didn't speak, but ate silently. At that time, I thought kindness was innate. It had nothing to do with how many books you had read and how much education you had received. It was not a moral constraint formulated by others, but a natural feeling of tenderness to the whole world. Expand the respect of the aged in one's family to that of other families; expand the love of the young ones in one's family to that of other families. The children of others think of their own children, and the elderly of others think of their own. Maybe that's it. Even if you're not allowed to do anything, it's kind to keep your bottom line and don't hurt others. In short, just live with a clear conscience and be happy and comfortable.

That's the kind of person I care about. When I was in college, I once went to the park by the river with a friend. Because I had seen the weather forecast in advance and knew it would rain, I brought umbrellas. At almost four o'clock in the afternoon, we passed a street full of stalls and vendors, and then suddenly it began to rain. The crowd of traders quickly dispersed at the fastest speed. My friends and I quickly hid under the eaves of the roadside. Then I noticed that there was a beggar without legs in the middle of the road. He was trying to walk with his hands and walked under the eaves of the opposite side. The rain ran down his ragged clothes. His hair was soaked. He lowered his head, tried to get less wet, and then shook his hands. My first reaction was to open the umbrella, but when I wanted to rush out, I found that the people under the eaves on both sides were not moving. They calmly watched him paddle in the rain, so I hesitated. Didn't they see? I asked my classmate if I wanted to get a little encouragement from him to do good deeds. Would you like to go over and give him an umbrella? I asked him carefully. No, no one is going. He'll be there in a minute. Then I went back under the eaves, took back my umbrella and lowered my head silently. I didn't go to see him. He did get under the eaves soon and the rain stopped soon. But when I was lying in bed that night, I always couldn't sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw him walking with his head down in the rain and trying to support him with his hands. The rain has been falling in my heart for a long time. It took me a long time to reflect. Why didn't I give him an umbrella? I clearly had this idea. Why didn't I do it? Because everyone doesn't go, because I'm afraid that others will think I'm pretending, because I'm afraid of doing something different from everyone, because I care about other people's opinions, because I don't want to do it enough, because I thought a lot and blamed myself for a long time. Then I told myself that no matter what happens in the future, don't go against my heart. When I was very young, my mother took me shopping. Then it was the first time I noticed the existence of beggars. My mother gave me some money, asked me to run to the beggars, and told me to squat down. I hid behind her, a little afraid and embarrassed, but I still walked forward carefully, squatted down and put the money into his small teapot. He raised his head and said thank you happily, I quickly turned and ran away. I remember that the sun was particularly bright that day. I felt very happy. When I grow up, I go to school in the ice city. On snowy days, there will still be old people kneeling on the ground and kowtowing and begging. At the beginning, I will give them every time I see them. But later, when I found three or four in a street, I hesitated. There are many people in need of help, and I can never help them. They are all deceptive. They earn a lot. I heard that some beggars drive back from work. The aunt who sells sweet potatoes told me. I took the sweet potato and walked away silently, ignoring them. I didn't wear gloves, and my hands were cold and painful. When I was about to get to the school gate, I suddenly thought, even if it was a lie, it's not easy to kneel on the ground in winter. They should be very cold, kneeling on the ground, and the snow was still so heavy. I took the sweet potato and walked to the bedroom, Every step I took felt that I was a little away from my true self, and then I suddenly ran back crazy. Unfortunately, the snow was too heavy that day, and there were no people in the street. I went back and put the sweet potato on the table. Suddenly, I felt sad for no reason. Doing good is a very casual and happy thing. When did I become so heavy. Once people fall into certain emotions and difficulties, they will have the idea of trying to change, but once they leave, they will soon forget. I can't do this. I can no longer live against my will. I'll do whatever it wants. Still, every time I see a beggar, I give money. Sometimes I give food and buy fruit and candy. They will be a little surprised and immediately say thank you. Grandma, who is waiting to pick up garbage, gets up very early. She gives her unwanted clothes regularly, sometimes some daily necessities. Once she passed the garbage dump, she stopped me, and then mysteriously took out a small thing from behind. It is a small doll with rough workmanship. She bought it for you. She said happily like a child. On rainy days, people without umbrellas will be sent a section of the way. Some people will refuse vigilantly, while others readily agree after being surprised. They have a good conversation and meet some good friends all the way. She would give up her seat on the train to the woman with children who couldn't buy tickets. She stood all night by herself. When she got off the train, she enthusiastically helped me carry my luggage, left me a phone and introduced me to interesting places. I will buy the things of people who have one or two kilograms of fruit left, and ask them to go home early to accompany their children, but gradually get familiar with them. Every time I pass by home, I will talk a few words. I know you like to eat peaches. Today, I bought some very good ones and sold them quickly, but I left some for you. After seeing the working uncle who has no money to eat, bargaining with the boss and being ridiculed, he will order vegetables for him, and then pretend that he has something urgent and just can't eat. Please him. It's his grateful eyes. He should have a lovely child. I hope his child knows how hard his father works for him. Once I received more red envelopes from my friends and sent the money to a left behind child. Soon he wrote a postcard to me. If he was young and official, my friends said that they didn't write it voluntarily. The teacher asked me to write it, I smiled, and then put it away. Unexpectedly, I received a call from him soon after. In non-standard Mandarin, I said it like reading aloud. Thank you, sister. I didn't call you until I ran far. The teacher asked for me. Grandpa and I thank you very much. We want to give you some corn for the new year. I sobbed at the end of the phone and couldn't speak. Why should people be kind? I don't know. Maybe I want to live happily and freely. There are many bad people in this world, and there are also many good people. They give kindness and accept the kindness of others. When I care about the eyes of others and have compassion but do nothing, I feel guilty and betray my true self. When all these thoughts and goodwill are turned into action, the sense of ease and satisfaction can not be replaced by anything else. Do it when you think of it. It's not only doing good, but also dreaming. But do good deeds and don't ask about the future. Some people say that the aunt who sells sweet potatoes is also very poor. How can you give money to beggars? Have you ever thought about her feelings? In fact, I wanted to give him sweet potatoes that day, not money, because I wanted to help him as much as I could. I read an article originally, which probably said that not giving money to beggars is to prevent those living at the bottom of society from losing the hope of hard work. Don't let them think that I work so hard. Beggars do nothing and live like me. Here, I have no intention to discuss whether to give money to beggars and whether beggars should sympathize or not. I just think if you think it's right, do it. I've tried to walk away from them, but then I always feel uncomfortable in my heart, so I don't want to do that. And the sweet potato aunt is also very good. One afternoon, she and the beggar were under the eaves. She was a little beggar with broken legs. I bought something from the supermarket and took shelter from the rain there. Then I saw her peel off a sweet potato and give it to the child. Is the child cold? Where is your home? The little beggar didn't speak, but ate silently. At that time, I thought kindness was innate. It had nothing to do with how many books you had read and how much education you had received. It was not a moral constraint formulated by others, but a natural feeling of tenderness to the whole world. Expand the respect of the aged in one's family to that of other families; expand the love of the young ones in one's family to that of other families. The children of others think of their own children, and the elderly of others think of their own. Maybe that's it. Even if you're not allowed to do anything, it's kind to keep your bottom line and don't hurt others. In short, just live with a clear conscience and be happy and comfortable.