Some live in high buildings, while others are in deep ditches; some shine brightly, while others are rusty all over. Dazai Osamu wrote in "The Setting Sun": "I disguise myself as a liar, and people say I am a liar; I pretend to be wealthy, and everyone thinks I am rich; I feign indifference, and everyone says I am a heartless guy; however, when I am truly in great pain and cannot help but groan, everyone thinks I am just complaining without reason..." A scene that happened on the streets of Ningbo went viral online, where a female vendor pleaded with the urban management: "Is 30 yuan okay? I can borrow 30 yuan." She was frantically and humbly begging, but this did not elicit sympathy from the other party: "If you can borrow 30 yuan, why can't you borrow 50?" The vendor, helpless and embarrassed, could only continue to plead: "I am really in a difficult situation, please fine me less..."
Although separated by a screen, I can feel her crying voice. For someone living in extreme difficulty, at this moment, she may truly feel hopeless.
Unaware of suffering upon arriving in the world, living carelessly for half a lifetime with nothing to show. Turning back to look at the road traveled, only then do we realize why we cried in life. Later, through media reports and accounts from those in the know, we slowly pieced together her story. When we approached her life closely, we discovered how difficult and painful everything was, a heart-wrenching pain. She is in her fifties, divorced, with a son who owes a lot of money in another city, and she lives alone in a rented place. More than a month ago, she broke her leg in a bicycle accident and has just recently recovered. Logically, she should rest after a fracture, but she is behind on rent and has no money for food, so she can only drag her not fully recovered body to set up her stall. To make matters worse, when the urban management arrived, most other vendors had run away, but she could only stay in place waiting to be caught because of her broken leg.
I don't know how to describe this sadness, but anyone who empathizes even a little would feel a suffocating pain.
For someone who can't even come up with 50 yuan, what benefit does punishing her bring to society? Clearly, there is no benefit at all. If you really want to help her, shouldn't you assist her in applying for a free or low-cost fixed stall? I don't ask you to pave a road for the lower class, but could you at least pretend to be foolish and leave a path for them?
Those living above the water can never understand why those at the bottom do not swim to the shore, why they choose to accompany the cold, biting sea. There are always some people who harshly criticize the minor mistakes of the lower class, striking hard and going all out. Yet when faced with power, they turn a blind eye, seeing one eye closed and the other open.
As the ancients said: "To govern with virtue is like the North Star, residing in its place while all the stars revolve around it." Unfortunately, such a simple truth has long been forgotten by some. When dealing with the lower class, they are always ruthless and proactive; but once faced with their own negligence or when confronting power, they can always be tolerant and procrastinating, both emotional and reasonable. Some people commit crimes and find ways to let them off, and if they can recognize their mistakes and correct them, they are still good comrades; while others, if they behave slightly inappropriately, are unforgivable, extremely malicious, and even if you help them say a word, it is a great sin. I really like a saying: "Heaven gave me a heart of compassion, but did not give me the ability to save all beings." Speechless, choked up.