That day, I wandered aimlessly through the streets of downtown Shanghai. Suddenly, a homeless man holding an English newspaper caught my attention. He sat on the steps of a street corner, reading intently the contents of the newspaper, as if everything in the world was connected to him. I was very curious, so I approached him and prepared to talk to him.
As I walked up to him, I caught a glimpse of the deep wrinkles on his face, his ragged and dusty clothes, and his eyes revealing a solemn contemplation. I whispered, "Hello, what newspaper are you reading?" ”
He raised his head, frowning slightly, but then showed a gentle smile: "This is an English newspaper, and I am reading a report on international current affairs. His voice was somewhat low and magnetic, revealing an educated temperament.
I began to look at his face, my mind racing for someone, and I couldn't help but ask, "...... you?"Are you an alumnus of Fudan University? ”
His eyes lit up and he looked at me with a little surprise: "...... do you know me?"
I cleared my throat and whispered, "I'm also from Fudan University." You ......Is your name high school hair? ”
I saw that the old man in front of me heard this, and his eyes gradually moistened. He smiled and nodded: "I didn't expect that you would still recognize me when I fell to this point." ”
I sat next to him and listened to his story. It turned out that 16 years ago, after obtaining a doctorate from Fudan University, he joined a large state-owned enterprise, and he was full of confidence to work, but unexpectedly was ostracized by a colleague with a background. After repeated blows, he was gradually subjected to mental stimulation, pressure and distress, and finally suffered from delusion.
High school sent me that he felt unbearable in the real world and felt that he could not find a place in this society. So, he chose to stay away from his family and friends and chose to live on the streets. He gave up all his material possessions and lived a life of begging.
When I asked him if he had ever tried to go home, the high school man sighed, "I don't feel ashamed to face my family." If they go back, they will only be more sad. I was afraid that when they saw me now, they would hate me from the bottom of their hearts. ”
Hearing this, my heart could not be calmed for a long time, I did not realize that this former classmate could be so depressed, and I felt deeply sorry for him.
We continued to talk, and the high school sent me to tell me that he had not found nothing in his wandering years. He used his remaining memories to read English newspapers every day to continuously improve his knowledge and English skills. He also told me that he once found a street library and was pleaded to be allowed to enter it. There he read all kinds of books, enriched his spiritual world, and looked for sustenance for his thoughts.
The days of wandering were long and lonely, and in him, I saw the ups and downs and impermanence of life, and also saw the strength to move forward.
After saying goodbye to high school, I thought a lot about the fact that in this bizarre society, anyone can become the next high school student, so we need to support those who are facing difficulties with love and care. At the same time, it also made me cherish everything I have more and learn to be grateful.