One day, I saw a beggar with suppurative wound by a tree. Many people saw him. There are rich people such as gentlemen and white-collar workers. They saw it.

When he was a beggar, he hurried away like a plague. How sad the beggar's eyes are.

Cool, he muttered, as if he hadn't eaten for days. Feel ashamed in your pocket.

Look at the beggar in shame.

After a while, an old man came, holding a broken nylon bag, as if

He just came back from the junk yard and happened to see a beggar. I thought he was.

Avoid it like everyone else. I didn't expect him to stop and be careful.

Look at that beggar. Then he took one out of his pocket with trembling hands.

The crumpled money was put into the iron bowl in front of the beggar. This could be him.

The money for dinner may be saved for the family. ......

There are many people coming and going on the road, but who and the old man?

How do you compare? Although, the old man's clothes are not as beautiful as those suits and ties.

People, but the old man's spirit is always higher than others.

In fact, there is no difference between people.