He caught a dry pot of bonsai to the drainage pipe upstairs; pushed the steps of the tricycle where the eldest sister sold pancakes; shared the chicken legs on his plate with stray dogs; because of one sentence: for education, he drew his savings from the dry wallet to the begging mother and daughter; bought a bunch of bananas to hang in front of the door of the elderly living alone, which was the behavior of an office man day after day in a foreign positive short film.
He didn't get anything in return, he didn't get richer, he'd been obscure and wouldn't be known at all.
But he witnessed happiness and received the warmth of humanity.
Feeling the love and reaping the rewards of a better world that money can't buy.
Love is a little bit hidden in the heart, an act of kindness, although ordinary, but heart-warming; a kind word, although simple, but unforgettable.
In the beginning of man, nature is good.
Kindness is a belief, a warm corner of the heart.
If this is not the case, the sentence "I know that I am not happy with my life, but I can't see the suffering of the world" will not arouse everyone's inner dialogue.
Although there was a hint of helplessness, it could not hide the softest piece of pure land in my heart.
The little boy was doing his homework in front of the house, the passerby accidentally tripped on his bicycle, he ran over to help him up, and in just a few minutes of leaving, a bag of heavy objects was dropped above the desk, and it was kindness that guided him to avoid the danger of this time.
Mo is small and not for good, and the kindness you have paid hides the road to the future.
Only love can preserve love, and only love can transmit love.
May all the love in the world not be given in vain, and may all those who give love be treated gently.