I sit in the living room and drink tea. She is busy with a smile, and her dignified and beautiful figure shuttles between the kitchen and the living room. This is my first visit to her home, and it is also the first time I have seen her without social occasions. When she was chatting with me, she always directed the old nanny to do this and that, and the old nanny was so busy that she looked flattering and frightened. Suddenly, the war broke out-I saw another scene, another harsh voice-only my friend was sitting at the table, yelling at the old nanny. Just because the top of her glass dining table was wet with fruit, the old nanny didn't scrub it with toothpaste as she said.

I finally saw another expression on her face, which was so strange and terrible. She didn't even look at the nanny, but looked straight at the timid man in front of her. She slowly squeezed out a few words through her teeth: Do you want me to tell you again? The table is not cleaned, wipe it with toothpaste three times! Wipe it to reflect your shadow!

The old nanny took out a tube of toothpaste from the bathroom with trepidation, but accidentally scraped down the washbasin, so the water flooded the ground, and the old nanny slipped and plopped down. She hasn't got up for a long time.

But she didn't even move her eyelids. As soon as she turned her face, she smiled at me at once.

My heart is suddenly cold to the extreme-my god, she's going to change her face!

I never saw her again, and I never heard from her again. In my heart, I don't regard her as a friend. Maybe she doesn't know why I suddenly alienated her. I don't mean to despise other people's personalities and ways of doing things, but I know that the low and noble human nature can also be seen in such details. I don't like women who turn their faces, just as I don't like men who lie. This flaw in human nature makes me unable to.

Event 2:

The same thing. You can also see the texture of women.

Passing through Guo Mao that day is the most prosperous section of Chongqing Road. A beggar knelt down and begged. That is an old man without lower limbs. He crawled inch by inch. Passers-by looked askance and showed no expression. I conveniently took out a dollar and threw it to the beggar. After a few steps, I saw a woman crossing the street. This woman is luxuriously dressed and exquisitely made up. She just bought something from Guo Mao. But I can't spare my time. The beggar squatted on the ground "understandably" and waved the woman to leave. The woman suddenly squatted down. I thought she was trying to reprimand the beggar at close range, but I saw her signal the beggar to take out his wallet with her hands and eyes!

The beggar's hands are as dirty as ever, as if they had just picked up cinders. But that woman just squatted in front of the beggar and let her dirty hands reach into her close-fitting wallet! The beggar took out a 10 yuan bill. There was a sly smile on her face. The woman stood up and left in a hurry. The guide snickered.

I was shocked! At that time, my throwing money made me look noble, but what I saw surprised me.

This is not a question of how much money I get from charity, but I see some arrogance, some prejudice and some humility like a beggar in my soul. I think my graceful throwing is my charity, my gift and my strong sympathy for the weak. In fact, how vulnerable my shallowness and narrowness are!

A woman squats, showing her nobility. Such a woman is not only lovely, but also respectable.

Event 3:

Similarly, there is one thing I can't let go.

After my baby-sitter left my house for marriage, I hired an hourly worker to clean the room every week. The market price is 7 yuan money per hour, but I always give it to 10 yuan. If I clean the glass or do some heavy work, I will pay more. I often give them some worn-out clothes, shoes, hats and scarves. I put them in a big bag and gave them away without looking carefully. In order not to hurt other people's dignity and face, every time I send it,

Once, on a snowy day, my door was knocked down and my maid stood outside. Her face was flushed with the wind and she shivered with cold. She handed me some money in her hand. It turned out that after she came home, she found some change in my old clothes. For fear of misunderstanding, she rode for three hours and quickly sent it back. I pulled her into the house to keep warm, but she refused. I haven't remembered breaking money for a long time. Then she turned and left, and she had to walk in the snow for three hours to come back.

In fact, she can borrow my money to pay me back next time she comes to my house, just for fear of misunderstanding. She is eager to come here just to prove herself. A little money showed me her humanity.

The so-called details are that you have the same heart and smile for dignitaries and nanny beggars. You don't feel sorry for yourself for things you don't like. You are sympathetic to everything. You keep your character noble, but as ordinary as the soil under your feet.

At this point, I am reminded of Oscar Wilde's saying that there are many people with good morals, such as fishermen, shepherds, farmers and workers. Although they know nothing about art, they are the essence of the earth.

In my opinion, a tree has its dignity, human character and fish logic. Everything in the world has its own rules and standards of behavior. However, human texture is not so much a so-called cultural education. The complexity of farmers and the simplicity of intellectuals, the cunning of white-collar workers and the virtue of laid-off women workers can all identify the basic texture of a person from the details. Details always reflect the brilliance or gloom of human nature.