Why should people be kind
I met a middle-aged couple outside the school. They said that they went to the city to buy medicine, but they lost their wallets. They hoped to get some money to go home. After taking them, they went to school hungry, and went out after self-study at night, but the couple was still there, begging for travel expenses with the same rhetoric. Agua next door had a cold, and he lay on the bed and didn't want to move. I went to the pharmacy to buy him medicine, brought him lunch, and sent his clothes to the laundry. It didn't take long for me to catch a bad cold, which was worse than Agua. When I went to get the drip I thought feebly, nasty, bad luck. I saw a few stray cats on the road. One was very thin and had dirty hair. It kept meowing after me. I took it back to the dormitory. When I bathed it, it scratched me several times and finished eating. The ham sausage was also unwilling to live, and kept calling at night. I had no choice but to put it back in its original place the next day, and then silently went to the hospital to get vaccinated. If there are too many things like this, you will regret it, why be kind and always bring yourself some unnecessary trouble, just be a pure egoist. So I suddenly stood upside down and felt that I was very reasonable, but both reason and emotion told me, no, no, no, this is not right. So where is the problem? I thought about it for a long time, and finally came to a bizarre conclusion, I dare not. In fact, in many moments in my life, I play the role of accepting kindness. I got lost as a child and a stranger sent me home. I lost my wallet in a different place, and the young man who was singing in the square invited me to a meal of wontons. I feel the hardest, darkest moments, and the warm smiles I receive every day. There are too many such small things, and I always accept them with peace of mind, so that I forget that I am also relying on the goodwill of others to live. Therefore, I am afraid, afraid that one day I will become a pure egoist, because of the law of equivalent exchange, such a thing will never happen again, and even if it happens, I can no longer accept it with peace of mind. I'm not unbreakable enough, and I can't be immovable. Without the kindness of others, I wouldn't be able to survive, but life would definitely be a mess. It's scary to think about. So I always try to do my part to warm other people, because I believe that as much as I give, I can get as much as I can, so I will feel at ease when others are happy, and my joy has a reason. This is not giving without reason, but proof and passing, proof that I don't always accept gifts from others like a beggar. And in my coldest moments, because of the kindness I once sent, maybe there will be sunshine that has been passed down for a long time, and after warming many people, it will come back to me and warm myself.