Money is not eveything, but we could do nothing without money. It's truth in the material world.

     When i go outside, numerous beggers appear in my view, sometimes i just feel greatly sympathy with them. The old, the little, the disabled... I wonder whether the stories behind them are true or not. My tears and sympathy are not as worthless as they imagine. If they indeed have the poor backgrounds and experiences, i would try my best wholeheartedly to help them without any hesitation.

     Today, when i went up the overpass, i happen to meet a poor old man kneeling at the steps and beg from the passers-by. Though i have met so many cases, i still couldn't help hesitating to give him money. But finally, my so-called reasonablity defeat my poor sympathy. Why should i  behave like this?  In the past, no one pockets anything found on the road. Most of the people communicate on the base of mutual belief. Nowaday, living in the society, walking on the road, i'm not willing to belive in anybody except for who i definitely know. Still, i think i'm enough lucky, since some even have no belief in their relatives. Is it my luck or my sadness?  No answers.