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.