Some live in high buildings, while others are in deep ditches; some shine brightly, while others are rusted 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 whining 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 earn her any 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 reduce the fine a little..."
Although separated by a screen, I can feel her crying voice. For someone living in extreme difficulty, she may truly feel desperate at this moment.
Not knowing suffering when first arriving in the world, living a haphazard life without anything. Turning back to look at the road traveled, only then do we understand why we cry in life. Later, through media reports and accounts from those in the know, we slowly pieced together her story. When we got closer to her life, we found that everything was so hard, so painful, 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 fell off her bike and broke her leg, and she has just recently recovered. Logically, after a fracture, one should rest, 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 already run away, but she, with her broken leg, could only stay in place waiting to be caught.
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 good does punishing her do for society? Clearly, it does no good 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 can 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 don't swim to the shore, why they choose to accompany the cold, biting seawater. 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.
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 been completely 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 sluggish, 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, with slightly inappropriate behavior, are unforgivable, with extremely bad nature, and even helping them say a word 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.