无论如何，乞讨者都不是我们可以匆匆路过而无动于衷的风景。至少它否定了我们对世界虚幻甜美的梦想，以它的真实不断修正着我们对人性和人世的认识。然而看到人性的复杂，不等于因此要放弃最简单的爱和同情……
我和朋友从地下道经过的时候，经常看到有个行乞的人在唱歌，很沧桑的嗓音……能感受到孤寂与无奈还有悲凉！佩服他的勇气，至少他能独自歌唱，为自己，为他人，即使没有观众，也羡慕他的自由，一个人，潇洒走天涯……
我看不起那些沿街乞讨的人，不管他们有何种理由，他们都应用自己的双手创造幸福！每当有人向我乞讨时，我宁愿把想給他的钱借給他，因为我始终坚信扶贫先扶志！
我会伸出手给他一些零钱，但是我更想知道为什么他会行乞，想真正地帮助他，有时候金钱并不代表真正的同情，或者这种施舍只是安慰了我们自己而已。
我会尊敬地给拉二胡的老伯一点心意，但我也会对另一类乞讨者吝啬。鲁迅先生很早就说过，他讨厌这种不自食其力的人；而另一方面，虽然我有怜悯之心，但我能力有限，“弱者永远无法帮助弱者”！
路过了无数乞丐，用光了所有同情，最终麻木了。不管那些遭遇是真是假，只怨自己力量微薄。其实，只有他们自己才能帮自己。选择堕落的人只能堕落！
很多次从乞丐身边走过时，心中涌起的总是一种复杂的情感。他真的是为生活所逼迫，还是在骗取人们的同情？可每次还未决定是否施舍一下同情，匆匆的脚步早已路过。再回去？人来人往的，恐怕不好吧？到头来，留下的仅仅是一些淡淡的自责和遗憾。
每次路过行乞的人身边，总有些心酸，有点难过。可我们的爱心被践踏过太多次，我只能快步逃一般走过，忍着内心的同情，不敢面对。太多次被欺骗，我们面对一切都怀疑，当年幼的妹妹意欲施舍，终未阻拦，只想保留一颗童心。
无论我遇到的是真是假，我都会给与怜悯之情。因为我想每个人都有自己的困难，而只是用各自方法去处理问题而已。
投下手中的硬币，换来一份安心！或许他们当中有人欺骗了你，但错过帮助那些确实需要的乞丐的感觉要比被欺骗的难受得多！
译文:
When walking by beggars
Anyway, beggars are not scenery which we catch a glimpse of and leave without any sympathy. At least they defy our sweet but visional dreams about the beautiful society, and the reality in it constantly changes our awareness of the nature of the human beings and the world. However, understanding the complexity of human beings, we need not to give up the simplest love and sympathy.
My friends and I often see a beggar singing songs with dismal voice when we walk through tunnel…we have felt his solitude, helplessness and misery. On one hand, I greatly appreciate his courage. He could sing his own songs alone for himself as well as for others, though there is not any audience. On the other hand, I also appreciate his air of freedom. He could roam about the world at liberty, for himself only.
I look down upon the beggars. Whatever reasons do they have, they should make their own happy lives depending on themselves. When the beggars cadge coin from me, I would rather lend money to the beggars instead of almsgiving, because I always intensely believe that the essential help is to help the poor regain their ambitions instead of material support.
I sometimes give them some changes, but something more I would like to know is the reason why they become beggars. Unusually money does not mean really pity but an excuse for comforting ourselves.
I am willing to respectfully give the old Erhu-player some reward, but I refuse to pay the other kinds of beggars. On one hand, Mr Luxun once said that he hated a kind of person who cannot be self-reliant. On the other hand, I have limited power to help the poor though I feel sorry for them. Because the weak could never helps another one.
I have used up all the pity and became callous after meeting thousands of beggars. I have limited ability to offer help, ignoring whether their stories are true or false. In fact, only they could help themselves. The person who chooses decadence could not but degrade.
I am always perplexed when walking by beggars. Do they really be forced by their tragedy to do so or just defraud us for pity. Anyway, I have passed them in a hurry before my decision has been made. Turn back? It seems unsuitable. As a result, it only leaves a little remorse and regret.
Every time I meet the beggars, I feel sorry. But my sympathies have been destroyed too many times, as a result, I run away as if it was a disaster. I hide my pity and choose not to face them. We doubt everything because too many cheats around us. But, I finally did not stop young sister offering help, only to maintain childlike innocence.
No matter is their stories true or false, I would like to give them my hand. Because I believe that everybody has his own difficulty, the only one difference is that the way they choose to deal with.
A coin trades for comfort. Maybe some of them have cheated you, but it is more suffered to miss helping the really poor beggars.