On May 12th, an earthquake of magnitude 8 occurred in Wenchuan, Sichuan, which claimed the lives of countless compatriots and touched the hearts of every Chinese. People enthusiastically donated money to support earthquake relief ...

Last Sunday, my mother took me to the People's Square to play. There is a donation box, and people who come to donate money stand in a long queue. My mother gave me money from 2 yuan, and I joined the donation. Suddenly, when I looked up, I suddenly saw an old woman with a worn skirt. I looked at her carefully: her gray hair was fairly neat, her face was gaunt and wrinkled, her shining eyes were staring at the donation box, and she kept muttering to herself. No one could guess what she was saying. Her back is hunched like a bow, carrying a sack with plastic bottles in it .............................................................................................................................................................. I don't want to think much, that old woman has stood in front of the donation box. I saw her hand touching something in the patch pocket. Soon, she took out a pile of money. "Ten cents, two cents and fifty cents" she counted carefully. After a long time, she shouted "Twelve dollars and seven cents!" After that, she immediately put the money into the donation box. At that moment, the old man's face was rippling with an unspeakable smile.

When someone asked the reason why the elderly donated money, her hands trembled twice. Obviously, she was a little excited: "There was an earthquake in Sichuan. I am from China, and I think I should help them ..." People clapped their hands involuntarily. People talked about it: "This old lady in front of the donation box"

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There is hope when there is love. Yes, I hope she can give people strength in my mind, become people's spiritual pillar, and even become people's spiritual sustenance. Satisfying the wishes of others is the greatest pleasure, but it is not the case in reality.

When school starts, should the children in poor areas worry about buying stationery again? Thinking about it, I opened the box with a small lock again. Although I have counted the small amount of money in it for dozens of times, it is a secret and a wish of mine after all.

I remember there was a "love donation box" in the bank, so I took the box and ran straight to the street. When I walked into the bank and saw the love donation box in the center of the counter, I couldn't help feeling a little comforted. Watching people deposit handfuls of money and take out one deposit after another, some people put a dime into their pockets; Some people are dismissive of the change and cents, and abandon it on the windowsill, but they don't take a look at the love donation box that is only placed in the most conspicuous place on the counter. I can't help but shrink back my hand that is ready to donate. I don't know why I feel that donation box seems that no one has thought of it for a long time Surely it's empty inside? The "heart" pattern on the box is covered with dust, and the color is dim. Is it that people's hearts are covered with a thick layer of dust? Maybe if you put the money in, no one will know if it rusts! I dare not put it in. Maybe it is just a decoration. It is not the hope of poor children, but the gesture of some people. My heart is half cold ...

Somehow, I can't sleep at night, and the moon is silently with me. Mom saw that I didn't sleep, so she chatted with me. I told my mother about it, and I thought she would call me selfish. I didn't expect her to sneer and say, "Don't think you are a rich man, and the people in the bank don't appreciate you!" " Mom's words stabbed me black and blue. Recalling the lonely and forgotten donation box, I drew the word "person" one by one. Why is the word "person" written in such a way that everyone cares about each other? Did the ancients sigh that Chinese people were indifferent to others, so did they invent this word to warn the world?

I wrote all this in my diary. Somehow, the diary was read by Huihui. When I learned, I was really angry.

One morning a few days later, I found a small paper bag outside the door. A piece of paper inside said, "Sorry, I read your diary, but please help me donate this eighty cents!" It seems that only she can understand me. Can't I forgive her?

I'll put the eighty cents in my box and let my love fund have a long dream!

When the charity donation box becomes clean, there will be no surprised eyes when donating money. When I tell my mother that story again, she will cry for her daughter in the story ... At that time, all my sleeping charity funds woke up from their dreams to fulfill their obligations.

At that time, I hope all the love will wake up from my dream and all the souls will be thoroughly washed!