It is easy to see and cry about other people's things, often there are hidden pains and old wounds in their own hearts.
I often watch crying about human affairs, because you and I are poor people
Photo: Rosie
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In October 1998, a mining disaster occurred in a gypsum mine in the north, and 6 miners were buried deep underground.
Life or death is uncertain.
The cost of search and rescue is about 600,000 yuan, and there is little hope.
The local authorities are ready to pay 30,000 yuan per family and abandon the rescue.
Five of them accepted. Only one old man named Yuan Yulin did not agree, refused to sign, and insisted on continuing to rescue his son.
After 27 days, rescuers finally opened a passage and found 6 miners alive.
That day I saw a picture of the old man sitting in the corner of the wall, and I seemed to see my savior, and I was moved to the wet. He saved his son, 6 miners, and also saved my struggling heart, which was a little accustomed to disappointment.
Love and life are accidents and miracles, so we must all be bo, especially in desperate times, but also bo.
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Recently, a swan in England laid 6 eggs, 3 were smashed with bricks by passing naughty boys, and then they were harassed by dogs, ducks, and chickens, and only 1 of the 6 eggs remained...
After the swan father was too stressed to run away from home, the swan mother was found dead in the nest.
Animal protectionists say it may have died of heartbreak. My tears fell. When you're older, you can't see this.
The words "died of heartbreak" were very uncomfortable to read.
There's a saying in The Wizard of Oz: I think the idea that you want to have a heart is wrong. Heart, make most people unhappy, if you know this, you will be glad that you do not have a heart how lucky.
Heartbreak is the ultimate version of heartache, as long as there is a heart, who has not been distressed?
An elderly and lovelorn friend once described her heartbreak this way: Something soft becomes hard, and in between, countless cracks and cold sounds.
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In 1948, the poet Zhengxian went into exile with the school for thousands of miles, and finally became a soldier in Taiwan...
He later recalled that when his parents sent him to become a soldier, it was on the street, and the children in the countryside were most afraid that their parents would be seen by their classmates, and they felt that their parents were dirty...
"My mom fried me in oil cake and put it on my backpack, and I murdered her: 'What?' Turning back and leaving, I don't know if it is the eternal recipe. When I returned to the mainland after forty-two years, they were all gone. ”
Two lines of muddy tears behind the big river.
I was in tears again.
After "gone" do you know what "is gone". "Later", basically "regret".
Everything in the world cannot stand up to scrutiny, and once scrutinized, everything hides grievances, regrets, helplessness...
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It should be 8 years ago, a veteran who was 87 years old at the time, in Weibo, someone sent him a search notice:
84-year-old Miss Li Yu, where are you? Mr. Xu Yougen, 87, is looking for you.
"65 years ago we fell in love in Shenzhen, I was the deputy platoon leader, you were a Hong Kong student, forced to separate in the 1946 civil war. You cried and fell on the dock, and I lay on the deck and sighed, and I have been missing ever since. In the year of the back, I am still worried about you. Half a century of love has not been broken, can the officials help? ”
It should be a stone sinking into the sea. What is the vast sea of people, what is the vastness of life and death, what is the unbearable looking back, what is the cloud of history, what is the grain of sand of the times, what is the absence of a message, what is the afterlife and this life...
As I get older, I often can't help myself, forget a lot of people and things, but in the happiness or pain of others, I resurrect the happiness and pain of déjà vu, and inexplicably have a new skill called: 1 second to shed tears.
"Luzhou moonlight, sprinkled on the heart."
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In the alley next to Jiangxi Cancer Hospital, there is an "open-air anti-cancer kitchen".
For 17 years, Mr. and Mrs. Wan Zuocheng have insisted on providing cooking utensils, soy sauce, salt, oil, briquettes for the patients' families free of charge... There is only a nominal fee: one dollar for stir-frying, two dollars for stewed soup.
Many cancer patients or family members come here to cook, and they can save one dollar is one dollar. In front of more than 20 coal stoves, people came and went, they exchanged their illnesses, cared for each other, comforted, cheered, and more importantly, they could eat meals that tasted the same as at home, as if they could forget the pain of illness and the smell of disinfectant water in the hospital in that moment... It is said that more than 10,000 people cook here a year.
It is not difficult to do a good thing, a good thing for a day, and it is not easy to persist in doing it for 17 years.
Maybe kindness is easier to insist on, because of the blessings.
Look at such a comment, there is a relationship: all are poor people.
It is easy to see and cry about other people's things, often there are hidden pains and old wounds in our own hearts; indeed, we are all poor people.
This article is written by Rossi. Published with authorization.
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