No one in the dark night sky without stars, the moon, but somewhat lonely. At the end of winter wind is still somewhat cold, litter on the ground, and then gently dancing down, soundless and stirless.
There are few pedestrian street, I tighten collar, sprinted home to catch, 12 points back the suffered some spittle star son’s baptism! The nine peaks of the bridge as if inlaid in the shady, wind blowing wildly, people want to stay in the moment, I could not help but trot.
“Sister group, please, give me some money!” A small body, only a thin shirt little brother got in my way. “No money.” I don’t think the same as some of the pedestrian to throw this cold. He grabbed my arm and shook it, and said, with a slightly begging, “the good man will be safe in his life.”!” The dark face, his eyes seem exceptionally bright, he cocked his head to think: “well, 5 hair can also be. Big Chinese new year, you have pity on me.” A slight frown, demeanor is that he’s really not letting this go. See I did not answer, and continue to say: ‘give 5 hair, I will remember your good, big sister, please.” He bit her lower lip, look through a faint uneasiness, mixed with a sense of hope. “No, no, no, you just search.” I have already said testily, the wind blew away all my patience.
His eyes dim like to go, do not look at my pocket, head buried in front of the chest, the tone is very lost: “excuse me, you go.” I should have got up and left, the pace can but can’t move, a sense of guilt in my heart. Suddenly, I wondered if I hurt a heart full of hope. I do not know which is the impulse, I turned and shouted: “Hey, tomorrow I can bring money again?” He gave a start, jumping around, surprised to nod. That flying smile how can be so brilliant? Can not understand so far.
Time quietly drips from the fingers, when I think about it again, already 5 days later.
I wore a hat to the nine peak bridge. The bridge crowded, the dark but innocent face is particularly striking. The rising sun, the golden sun to every corner. He stood in front of a rusty broken green bowl, very pleased by the dirty burden, a quiet face. I walked past him, he looked at me, twisted his head to think about what. Remember me? He had a flat mouth, a frown, a depression, a depression. Yeah! Every day he wants to beg to so many people, how can you remember me? I clenched the hand of the money, perhaps it is not necessary to give it.
But a word from the mind flash: know how to keep the promise, is the person who knows how to live. Even if the other side is a single weak small begging.
I’m back. He is interested to a breakdown of the palm of the hand on the young little coin. Perhaps in his think that this is just the beginning of a day, some time, some hope. Eyes are still crystal clear, and not because of the unfortunate life has become cold. Everything is so pure and beautiful. I took advantage of him not to pay attention, will throw the money in the bowl, and then mix the crowd.
I turned around, I saw him stand up and looked around, eyes eagerly search, filled with surprise and gratitude.
I’ve made my promise. The happiness can be so simple, often hand can be. But that sentence and his clear eyes with floating in my mind — “know how to keep promises to the people, is to understand the lives of people.”