Today, the eldest boy who is in the second year of high school at home is, is it that I am too realistic and too ruthless, or that the child is too paranoid and too pure. Breakfast with the children to go to the street to eat tofu brain fritters, on the way back, saw a homeless man wearing a worn-out army coat, about forty or fifty years old, rummaging through the garbage cans on the side of the road. In the summer, I have seen a few tramps on the street, probably mentally ill, and seen him sing loudly, swear loudly, and occasionally rummaging through the trash cans for food. The child asked me why no one cared, and if I called the police, my uncle would send him to the aid station. I replied that he had been on this street for a long time and had not seen anyone in charge. The child said I wanted to buy him something to eat and then call the police, such a cold day. I said no one cares for so long, what can you kid do, don't be nosy! The child said that it was because of people like you that he would have wandered for so long. You are so ruthless, if one day the wandering person is you, will no one care about your warmth and cold, your food and clothing. Mom, your heart is so cold. I stood where I was, watching the child run over, talking to the tramp about something, then went to the convenience store, took a box of instant noodles out, and went to the bun shop next door, looking for the boss to ask for hot water and soak the tramp. I stood not far away and watched all this, my heart was touched by the kindness of the child, and I was ashamed of my indifference. This winter is very cold, the temperature of a bowl of instant noodles, should be a high school child, the heart can think of the warmth of giving others.
