When the song "Grateful Heart" spread like air, my heart was deeply shaken, and I couldn't help but let myself fall into the past and search for touch.
Thirty years of wind and rain, there should have been some touching moments, it seems too light, so light as the wind blowing willows floating through the treetops, and now there are not many that are still accumulated in the bottom of the heart. I calmed down and slowly relived the past: a childlike smile and a hot dumpling surfaced out of the heart lake.
I gradually remembered that many years ago, when I was passing to work, at the corner of the intersection of Hai'an Road and Dongguan North Road, there was no postal building today, and it was a low bungalow with a simple shack built next to the roadside, where a disabled shoemaker lived.
Before, he also had another residence, only shaking a dilapidated wheelchair in the morning and night to lay down a shoe repair stall, and then he did not leave the nest of this cowshed day and night, thinking that the business was not good enough to pay the rent!
Yeah, his business really wasn't good enough. He is not only missing a leg but also lacking a warm home, the life of the disabled who has no one to take care of him must be dirty, chaotic, and poor, his shop is indeed obstructive, and his own image is not much better than that of a beggar, but those who are more exquisite do not bother to ask him to repair his shoes.
His patrons are just elderly and compassionate old men, and the customer face is so narrowed, the income of shoemakers who belong to the low-income group is even less, and it is good to be able to feed themselves!
I had asked him to fix a pair of shoes, and the reason why I walked through two cleaner stalls and sat awkwardly on the dirty matza in front of him was out of pity. Looking at his dirty and rough wood- hands, rubbing my shoes repeatedly was very uncomfortable, and then I had to smell the sour and pungent smell around me and just wanted to escape, and finally I couldn't bear to patronize again.
My love did not overcome my superficial self-congratulation in the end, and I lost the first round.
The bleakness of his business developed in proportion to the harshness of the environment, until he guarded the stall all day long, until he curled up in the shed like a beggar, and without a pair of shoes handed to him, he simply collected his tools and watched the scenery all day
I saw him on his back with one leg upside down, his eyes slightly closed, smiling and squinting in the sun. I was amazed at how he had that intoxicating happy smile and cared about where his lunch was.
Slowly, I found that some well-meaning residents in the surrounding area received steamed bread and bread from time to time, and his life was also maintained.
Many times watching him nibble on the hard cake, I was eager to buy a hot box lunch and hand it over, but I didn't. After all, I am a girl's family, afraid that others will have a surprised look. Moreover, I really don't want to go near the dirty residence of a single man. I always thought, never did it, and always remembered, passing by the shack and having a heavy heart.
It was a foggy winter morning, and the weather was particularly cold. I ate my mother's rice balls and rushed into the cold air to go to work while it was hot.
After turning onto Dongguan Road, I suddenly thought of him. The night suddenly cooled down, could he survive in that cold kiln? Do you have a mouth of hot water? What about breakfast? I regret not bringing him some food.
I was thinking that I could already faintly see his cold kiln through the fog. But he saw a little boy beside him, and the boy handed him a bag of steaming things with both hands. Closer, I saw that it was a bag of dumplings. The boy was happy, but he urged him to eat faster.
The shoemaker smiled, a little silly, and the two smiling faces under the thick fog were very bright, and I paused to watch, tears in my eyes and guilt. Until a colleague shouted, "Hurry up, it's late." "I just ran forward as if I were running away...
Later, the shed and the people all disappeared, and I don't know whether the shed was properly placed by the city appearance regulatory authorities and demolished the shed, or if he had returned to the heavenly shed and did not need to exist...
I did not dare to listen to the exact news, hoping that it was the previous speculation, and I could not forgive myself in my heart. I missed a beautiful thing: a few box lunches would not solve his fundamental problems, but at least he would feel a love, a warmth in his heart, and a heartfelt smile on his face - I suddenly understood why his smile was constant.
Originally, I had been touched by the boy and his family who were willing to deliver breakfast to the disabled early in the winter, and I was grateful for their love.
When the song "Grateful Heart" resounded through the streets and alleys today, I was suddenly touched by the smiling face of the recipient: his life was really bitter enough, but he could laugh at life every day, just so that the world remembered him, and he could give him some food to fill his hunger, and he could actually feel the joy of life.
If each of us can be as good at gratitude as he is, what a wonderful thing life should be! I should have been touched by him.
#"Flash hour" theme essay issue 2 #