The rainy winter is so biting. I can't forget that scene for a long time in this cold weather.
That afternoon, it was raining lightly, and I was walking home with an umbrella. The cold wind blew cruelly across my cheek, making me feel very cold. People came and went on the road, everyone was so cold that they put their hands in their pockets, and some even put on their hats. At this moment, I saw a beggar in rags lying in front of me. His arms are exposed. His hands were red, his skin was swollen and there was a trace of blood. The rain wet his tattered clothes. He looked so weak that he could only lie there quietly. There is a small iron box in front of him, which contains several one-dollar coins. Seeing this scene, I feel very worried. There are beggars in the street in such bad weather. I looked at him and felt how cold he was. He was so poor, but I didn't know how to be poor at that time. I just turned a blind eye to this helpless beggar.
At this moment, I saw a little girl beside the beggar, looking at the beggar carefully. The beggar lay feebly in front of the little girl and never looked up again. The little girl walked slowly to the beggar's side, squatted beside him, reluctantly supported the umbrella on the beggar's head, then quickly stood up, ran in the light rain and gradually disappeared into the street. I can't forget that scene for a long time
I feel guilty every time I think about that scene. The little girl is very young, but she has a kind heart. Maybe she will be scolded by her parents, maybe she will catch a cold because of getting caught in the rain, but she doesn't care about these. Compared with my blindness, the little girl is so noble.
Now, whenever I see homeless beggars on the roadside, I can always donate a little change left over from buying stationery to help them. The kindness of the little girl infected me, and that scene often appeared in my mind.