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A good thing for good people
The night became thicker and thicker, and every household turned on the electric lights, and I read Tagore's poems in the light, drawing from the poet's poems the fragrance of a hundred years ago, which has gone through a hundred years and become more and more mellow.
I closed my weary eyes, leaned back, and leaned back in my chair; the hand holding Tagore's poem rested on my knee. I thought quietly about something, and in the haze I saw a good thing.
This good thing, although insignificant, means something to me, and it is hard to forget to change some of my bad tempers. This incident happened to be my friend Wei Shenglin who happened to meet me and told me, and if I didn't think about it now, I would completely forget it in two days. He drove a red medium-sized ordinary van, and once dragged the goods for me twice for free, and he was very honest.
He drove the van today to deliver the blue plastic boxes, thinking a little bit about the distance, nothing would happen, so he stole a little lazy and didn't fix the goods. When he drove to the intersection of Xinyang Avenue on Jiaoyang Road in Yangjian Town, he suddenly ran a red light in an electric car and jumped over. He reacted particularly quickly and braked immediately, and although a traffic accident was avoided, the plastic boxes in the car were scattered on the ground. The driver got out of the car and looked at the scene on the ground, dozens of boxes scattered at the intersection, he quickly picked up two boxes and went to the side of the car to pile it up, and when he looked back, he was dumbfounded. Only to see several policemen helping him pick up the plastic box, and two iron riders setting up a warning cone at the intersection. He went up and asked for the name of a policeman, and he had to keep his name when doing good deeds, but the police refused to tell him at first, and then an auxiliary police officer told him that the policeman's name was Zhu Junjie, and he worked in the tenth squadron. The crowd helped him pick up the plastic boxes by the side of the road and helped him pack them up.
They did these things well, directing traffic at the intersection, and they didn't leave here until order at the intersection returned to normal. At that time, he was touched by this spirit and expressed his gratitude to these traffic policemen with an excited heart.
This good thing is very simple and touching. So I opened my eyes and looked out the window, and although the night was very dark, it was very beautiful. I think that many beautiful people and beautiful things are intricately like a day of clouds, and countless stars dotted with clouds of a day, spreading out to the boundless night, so that they are infinite.
Now I write this good guy good thing. The night is very beautiful, everything is very wonderful, woven into one, always vivid, always unfolding, because some cannot see the end of this one.
In this late night, I love this good thing very much, and I am deeply moved, and while the shadow is still there, I want to write it vividly. I dropped Tagore's poem, reached for my pen, and wrote this fragment in the dim light.
Wei Guofeng
2022.02.10
