Have you ever felt sorry for a stranger all of a sudden?

One day at noon, when I entered the unit door, I saw an old man selling vegetables, sitting on the ground with a straw hat and fanning the wind to rest in the cold. The weather is hot, gray hair. Wet with sweat.

When he saw us coming in, he silently turned sideways and gave way. At that time, we were full of wine and food, but he still had a few catties of vegetables that he had not sold out, and he had not yet returned home for dinner. Maybe he'll have to walk a long dirt road home.

Later, when I thought about it, I was so sad. Maybe that's how my grandparents were chilling downstairs at someone else's house. I didn't say anything, and I burst into tears.

Study hard! About two weeks ago, the old man who lived next to our house passed away. The old man has two sons, both of whom are married, and there are many children and grandchildren, but when the old man leaves, only his wife is in front of him. The old man is a rural person, he has suffered all his life, saved a lifetime, and when he left, his house was full of grain, but there was only a simple funeral, and he didn't even have a really sad person.

His wife would be left at home alone. At that time, when I saw the neighbors helping to carry the coffin up the mountain, I felt that this was a person's life, and I felt that the most unworthy thing in this life was my parents, who had suffered for my children all my life, and left in such a desolate way.

When I was interning in the spring, I came home from work one day, and after getting off the subway, I wanted to find a pineapple seller to buy a pineapple to eat, and on the way home, I saw a little brother who sold pineapples, and he said to take it casually, and I asked how much is a piece? He replied for a dollar. I was amazed for a moment, because pineapples are now two dollars a piece.

I picked two pieces and gave him ten dollars, and when I picked them, he kept saying that he would take them! Then he said, you're the first to buy my pineapple. I didn't feel good when I heard it, he took the ten dollars and found me nine dollars, I counted them, and gave him one dollar, and he said you take it!

I forced him back, and I said don't pay it back. Maybe the pineapple has been soaked for a long time, and it is indeed not as delicious as the freshly peeled one, and I took a bite and tears fell. There may be many people who are not as easy as this little brother, I don't know what reason I have to complain about life?

Another time was when I was an intern in the post-production department of the photo studio in my junior year, and it was during the Chinese New Year, and the photo studio did not have a holiday. Because there are many families who go to take family photos. At that time, all the late-stage members were transferred to other departments to help.

I help the guests choose and change their clothes in the dress department. A group of people came in at noon, and the whole family of more than ten or twenty people took family photos together, and we hurriedly helped the guests choose clothes. At that time, Tang costumes were popular.

After I changed a hunched old man into a Tang suit, he walked out tremblingly. I said to a young woman next to him who was choosing clothes, "Would you like to help your old man?" The woman said, "He's not our family, we don't know him."

I was surprised and asked what about his family?? Another young man said that the old man seemed to have come alone to take a posthumous photo. I burst into tears.

This is the most sad thing I've ever encountered, not one of them.

One year, during the winter vacation, because the holiday was late, when I went home, it was just in time for the Spring Festival. So, the train I was on that day was full of migrant workers. Before that, I didn't have any concept of the word migrant workers, I just felt that they were a group until that day.

That day, I grabbed the ticket in advance and bought a hard seat, and many people didn't buy a hard seat, so they could only buy a ticket without a seat. There are a lot of people, a lot of luggage, crowded, and the scene is chaotic. As I sat and looked around, I noticed a migrant worker.

I don't know what to call him, he looks like he's fifty or sixty years old, and he looks very old, I don't know whether to call him "old man" or "middle-aged".

I noticed him because, his appearance, reminded me of my dad. That person is not tall, about 1.6 meters, super thin, ** super dark, there is no flesh on both cheeks on his face, he has sunk down, and he looks even older. The hair was all white, not silvery-white, but silvery-gray, with a dirty feeling.

Seeing him standing and being bumped around by many people passing by, dragging suitcases and carrying school bags, I suddenly felt sad and distressed, and I wanted to walk over and give it to him. However, there were so many people that it was difficult for me to walk through.

Later, when I went to the bathroom, I saw that next to the bathroom, someone had spread a mat and pillowed his sack of luggage, and he was lying on it and sleeping, looking very tired. I wonder if they haven't been home to see their parents and children for a year, and I don't know how the year has been, whether they have earned enough money to go home and build a house, whether they have earned enough money to treat their parents, whether they have earned enough money to take their children to the city... There are also many people who doze off directly on the washbasin shelf...

They are all people who have worked hard for a year, and even a trip back home has to be hard. At that moment, it was super distressing to watch.

There are many people in this world, and every day we will meet a lot of strangers who only have one side to face, some of them just pass by, and some of them will leave sadness in your heart.

I remember the year I graduated from high school and I went to Yinchuan, I went shopping with my girlfriend at night, and then there was a street performer, he was a man but his height was not even 1.4 meters, but his singing was really good, but he could only fall to the point of street performing, at that time I felt very sorry for him, and felt that life was really unfair, some people want to have a good look, a figure, an IQ, but they don't know how to cherish, The family background is good, but he only knows how to squander it at will, and he doesn't know how to make good use of his natural conditions. However, some people are from poor families, and the conditions given to them by God are still so inferior, and their lives are really sad.

We sometimes meet those who are looking for you to beg on the road, many people I know that they have a special organization should not be sympathetic and should not give money, but sometimes it is the old people who go to beg, they live with crutches, one by one to go to those young people to ask for money, whether they are organized, or really lack of money, I feel very sympathetic to them, the old people are originally supported by their own children, at their age many old people have lived a life of care, But they want to give up their dignity and beg like this, where have their children gone, they don't care about them, they all say that raising children to prevent old age, but they can only live like this, which is really sympathetic.

In this world, there are groups of security guards every day, and others do everything to eat, but there are also people who get up early and are greedy for darkness in order to eat, and the wind and rain are blowing, and we can only work hard to live an unfair fate, and have no choice.

My most distressing moment: the stranger I want to see at that moment! Everything else is an inconvenience.

There was a time when everyone was very busy with work, and at about four o'clock in the afternoon, I looked up and saw Mr. Ma resting lightly on the table, tired, and my heart was stung by something, and I kept pressing down, and it couldn't disappear for a long time. Reluctantly looking away, and afraid of being discovered by everyone, I remember that the sun was shining and quiet that day, and the air was covered with a layer of hazy light particles. ‍‍

Every time I celebrate my birthday, I feel sorry for myself. Since I was a child, I have only received two birthday gifts. One is a One Piece picture book given by a good buddy, and he knows that I like One Piece the most.

The other was a small alarm clock given by a college classmate, who was afraid that I would be late. And then it's gone. I still really want a small gift, a small one, even if it's a toothbrush, wrapping paper, a box of toothpicks, or a bag of snacks.

I really wanted to cry when I saw my mom buy anything, carefully calculating which one was cheaper.

Our English teacher is really a good teacher, even if no one listens to his class, she has to talk seriously, no matter how good you study, as long as you are willing to learn, she will pull you not only a handful, everyone's homework she will read carefully, will come to you because of your bad handwriting, will not care if you are a bad student, because she is too kind and few people listen to her class, she always tells us chicken soup for the soul, still no one listens, instantly distressed.

Our boss. Self-made, more than 20 years ago, started his own business. Someone who raised a large family.

Senior leaders have their own agendas. The company encountered big difficulties, and only the boss himself tried his best to recover the loss, but it still could not be remedied. The boss lost more than 20 pounds in a few months.

The company's senior leaders, walking, scattering, some leaders did not forget to make a fortune before leaving. Now the company is forced to sell to someone else. Our boss is no longer the top leader of the company.

How distressing it must be to transfer your own hard work. How heart-wrenching it must be to be betrayed by someone you have cultivated. I went to his office this morning and saw that his eyes were bloodshot and he looked very tired, and he was no longer in high spirits.

Many times, if you like someone, you often feel very distressed because of his behavior and some of his little things. I'm such a person, if I like it, if I don't like it, if I don't like it, if I feel sorry for someone, I definitely show all my emotions on my face. I like a Korean idol very much, I really like it, it's been almost seven years, and I have a lot of questions about him on this Q&A platform, and every time I feel like I'm confessing to him and saying what I love in my heart.

Liking celebrities is really a long wait, and there is no return, but you still have to like it silently. Maybe this should hurt me.

I like Kwon Zhilong very much, a lot of things have happened recently that make me feel more and more sorry for him, as the captain of the group, he really did a good job, I don't think there is anyone in my heart who has done better than him. Something happened to the people in his own group, and he was the first to stand up and release the new ** that he cherished that had not yet been completed, blocking the incident of his teammates this time. Every time I see the weight he bears on his small shoulders, it really hurts me.

I remember at this year's concert, Zhilong said that he was really tired, and sometimes he didn't know who he really was, whether he was your favorite idol or just an ordinary person. I could see that he was tired from performing concerts alone, and he missed his group members, but now BIGBANG is facing a big problem.

After a long time, my love for idols is more like a friend who has been with me for a long time, so I feel that I feel very sorry for him not because of anything else, but because I understand him very well. I hope that Quan Zhilong's life will be easy and beautiful in the future.

In the past, I used to find a partner, although I also liked it, but because he was two years older than me, every time I couldn't get to a place with him, I was in high school and he had already gone out, so we have been in a long-distance relationship, so the memory of being with him is also in a good memory.

After I got to college, I found a boyfriend, he sometimes gives people the feeling of a little doll, he has never found a partner before, and he doesn't know how to treat a girl, but he belongs to the kind of stupid boy who only knows how to be nice to me, never knows how to be nice to himself.

There was a holiday, we were all at home, I don't know why we quarreled, the characteristics of the quarrel were terrible, almost I felt like I was about to break up, everyone had a cooling-off period, he came to me after he calmed down for a while, the little girl's family, the temper was always very big, and I didn't like him too much, I didn't want to talk to him, but he still kept coaxing me, and in the end I really didn't hold back, I actually cried, I felt that he was really hard, and kept coaxing me, but I didn't buy it at all.

After this incident passed, I asked him, why are you coaxing me so much, are you tired, I really feel that I don't know what's going on with my temper, it's very weird, sometimes I'm inexplicably unhappy, but inexplicably it's fine, he said that just because I am his daughter-in-law, so I feel that I should coax me, and others coax me He looks uncomfortable. Just a few small words, I really feel sorry for him, I feel that I am so ignorant that I can't keep messing around.

In the face of your own distressed person, you must be good to him, life is in the world, it is not easy to find someone who loves you, cherishing is the king.

Last week, I was out skateboarding on the way home and saw a girl sitting on the side of the road crying, the kind of collapse is sad, people looking at her feel incomprehensible, I know she is sad, in fact, I want to hug her, but I don't have the courage, so I had to go and buy a pack of paper and a bottle of water for her, she cried and sobbed and said a vague thank you to me, stranger, I hope you are well, everything will be fine. ‍‍

One night I went to eat skewers with my boyfriend, the back table was a man, ordered a few bottles of beer, and there was a cross talk on the phone, I began to think he was waiting for a friend, and after a while he called the waiter to drink, and the waiter persuaded him to drink less, only to hear him say, today is my birthday. ‍‍