After nightfall in Tonghua Street, a beggar often emerges from the dark streets.

Begging for his legs and breaking them, he walked with his hands wrapped in cotton cloth. As soon as his hands were propped up, he rose, and then his body fell to a foot ago, and he fell to the broken leg, and then his hands were propped up again.
When he walks, he almost wants to disturb the street.
Because he tied a small aluminum basin to his wrist, the position of the aluminum basin was too low. As soon as he walked, he knocked on the ground as if to wake up passers-by. Don’t forget to put money in his aluminum basin.
Most people will give a sigh of surprise when they hear the drumming aluminum basin bending over and looking at it, and sometimes it floats and sometimes it falters, but it is also the case that most people look up as if they have not seen anything, and very few people give it to him with a compassionate look.
It’s amazing that people are indifferent to other aluminum pots, but if we take a closer look at Tonghua Night Market, we will know that people are used to being miserable. In Tonghua Street, there are several disabled people selling lottery tickets, an oil lamp playing the yueqin, an old blind woman, a child with a big head and a limp foot who keeps swinging, a young girl drooling like a river, but fortunately, several people are distracted and shuttle back and forth all night talking nonsense. People are used to suffering and gradually cover their compassion in a cold corner.
The man with that leg is a beggar in Tonghua Street, which won’t attract special attention, so his aluminum basin often catches him. When people pay attention, he deliberately walks back and forth quickly, floating one meal at a time. When he hears the aluminum basin knocking on the ground in the street, he can hear how sad and eager he is at heart.
He often wears a hat, and a few pieces of grass are rolled up. We try to never see his face and expression, but we can see those broken hats.
Once I took my child to visit Tonghua night market, I couldn’t help but put more money in the swimming aluminum basin. My legs stopped. My child suddenly said to me, Dad, the footless uncle, smiled and said thank you. At this time, I found that the child was tall and legs were generally high. I saw his expression, and his legs looked up at me when I heard the child’s words. I saw that his face was rough and black, pickled by wind and frost, thick and stiff for a long time. Later, his eyes met mine. I saw that it had been submerged in the night, and his eyes shone a warm light as if he were talking
At that moment, I could almost feel his mood. I felt sad, gentle and sour, and then his aluminum basin rang again and rang across the street. My chest shook with his ups and downs.
I just stood on the street thinking that at a certain level, we are all footmen. Without everyone’s warmth and love, our roots will not be able to walk. No matter when and where we see people who make us feel sorry for each other, when we give alms, we are equal to sympathizing with ourselves. We are born in this miserable place and sympathize with all sentient beings. If we give a little warmth to all sentient beings, it will be a touching texture no matter how much, because all sentient beings are what we call giving and raising in Buddhism.
This is accompanied by an extraordinary beauty. It is not sympathy, not compassion, but because of all beings. It seems that in continuous rain, we can see a bright rainbow rising. People who don’t know the rainbow in the rain will not follow the mood, because we know that we should be grateful when giving the rainbow, and we should not be a little slow.
I think of the classic, which is great and full of solemnity. In a touching party, Vimalakīrti lay man raised him some beautiful things. He divided the wreaths into two parts, one for raising the Buddha, and the other for giving to the most humble beggar in the party. Then he said with dignity that if the benefactor gives a heart-to-heart gift to the most beggar, Judah, Futian, and the other are equal to great compassion and do not ask for repayment, it is called full of law.
He warned that all the people around us who begged were living in the realm of magical liberation bodhisattvas, and bodhisattvas came to show us that they had come to test our compassion and compassion, and that we had risen from secular decline. If we give alms to plant blessings because of begging, we are also beggars. If we look at begging as a bodhisattva giving alms and be gracious, we will be able to get lost.
When we give, we should be grateful with the deepest gratitude. We are giving, not begging for gratitude to those poor disabled people. We should be alert to realize that this is an imperfect world and we are also an imperfect person.
It is difficult for all bodhisattvas to practice hard, asceticism and ambition, and I will follow the vast merits of bodhisattvas, do my best in the virtual world, and do my best in the troubles of all beings.
I want to look at those who need love with sympathy, compassion, pain and disdain. That’s not just being grateful, but being soft is true.
Suiye
I saw a cockroach in the corner of the cookie box.
The cockroach lay there quietly, motionless. I looked at the cockroach and was surprised to see that people didn’t escape. Suddenly, I saw the front end of the cockroach cracked to explore a pure white head tentacle. Then it struggled to wriggle its body slowly and concentrate so hard. I didn’t dare to disturb it to squat quietly and observe its behavior.
This cockroach is obviously going to transform from its worn-out shell. When it finds the corner of the biscuit box, it must think that it is absolutely safe. I don’t want to be discovered by accident. I don’t know how anxious it is, but it still has to stick its head out and pull its feet out carefully according to certain procedures. It took about half an hour for the cockroach to walk from its shell force. That last moment was really beautiful. It was a rock-breaking posture. I could almost hear its breathing. It didn’t escape immediately. It was its tentacles carefully exploring the new atmosphere and new environment.
The cockroach with a new shell makes me sigh. It is pure white, almost without any impurities. Its body is as white as jade, and it is semi-transparent and pure. This makes us hate cockroaches every day. We get rid of our perception of cockroaches. We can say that the cockroach is extraordinary and amazing, just like the newly shed green grass cicada in the grass.
When I saw the stained old shell removed by it, I felt that the newly drilled white cockroach was clean and harmless to people. For this pure and clean cockroach, it is almost impossible for us to harm its life.
Later, when I kept the cockroach for a short time, I saw it change from pure white to gray and then to gray-black. It was a flash in the pan. As the cockroach grew up, it slowly went from quiet to furtive, scratching and crawling in the cookie box. When it saw people or light, it was anxious to escape from the box.
Finally, I let it go. On that day, it quickly went through the bottom of the table and fled to the trash can.
For the next few days, every time I saw a small cockroach in Germany, I couldn’t help but wonder which one of them was the pure white cockroach I had seen its beautiful face and raised. I don’t have to distinguish it because they all look the same, they are all the same, and their fate is very similar.
They always live in dark corners, afraid of the light shining on them or spend their ordinary and dirty life holidays in sewers or garbage dumps. They run to people’s homes and wait for them to be cockroaches, poisons, pesticides and they are also made to trap them. Cockroach houses are always stepping on their huge feet and hitting slippers. They are hitting the bones.
It is very sad and pitiful to want to give birth to cockroaches in this way. They are real waves. Life and death rise and fall with the industry. Where does each cockroach come from? Where do they go after their short life and death? When will they end with karma? Why can no cockroach maintain its pure white, clean and beautiful when it was born?
This is not all karma.
Not an unknowable burden
We try our best to protect those beautiful animals that are on the verge of extinction, and those animals are still extinct. We try our best to create various ways to kill cockroaches, but cockroaches have never decreased, but have increased.
This is also the disappearance of the beauty of the industry, the increase of the ugliness of the industry, and the emergence of the industry. We have also seen some kind of life from cockroaches.
obey
Magnolia is sold every day at the intersection of Pingxi Road and Chongqing South Road. When it is not sunny, it is a stormy day when they come to sell magnolia. They also come to sell magnolia.
Two middle-aged women, one fat and one thin, one emaciated and black man with young children in his arms, two little girls, one ten years old and one year old, occasionally an old gentleman with a bent back and a white-haired old woman joined the selling array.
When they walk along Roosevelt Road, Xinsheng South Road and spread harmoniously, they will find that there are several familiar faces at Fuxing South Road, Jianguo South Road, Xinsheng South Road, Roosevelt Road and Chongqing South Road.
Whether they are old people or children selling flowers, they are very angry. They cover the magnolia with wet cloth and wither the wooden tray. When people wave their hands, they will never shake the window in anger. They will rush to the window to send a wisp of fragrance. When the green light comes on, they will wait patiently for a red light at the border island.
I am an expert who curses those who tolerate selling magnolia flowers. No matter what kind of intersection I meet with selling magnolia flowers, I always forget to teach Tongan to buy a few strings of magnolia flowers. Later, I met several selling magnolia flowers at the south intersection of Roosevelt Road and Chongqing.
When I buy magnolia, I am not buying those fresh and pleasant flowers, but buying the bitterness of life.
Every time I see a flower seller silently wiping his sweat in the scorching sun, I remember my childhood, where I spent a few cents selling baby ice in the scorching sun and selling jujube candy in the cold wind. In my heart, I used to be close to them. Although they are smiling and approaching the window, in my heart, I hope that people will shake the window to buy a bunch of flowers. It is so warm that a bunch of flowers is only ten yuan, but it is not necessarily cheap. Can people sitting in an air-conditioned car solve it?