You will find that the air is so fresh and lovely, and life is so positive and sunny.
However, when passing the boardwalk under the Rainbow Bridge, careful people will find that there are still a group of special people living under the bridge. They are the builders of the city and the marginal people of the city.
During the day, they are scattered in every corner of the city, doing the hardest work and holding a meager salary; In the evening, they went back to the bridge, spread simple mats, took out dirty bedding, fell asleep wearily, and then frogs and snores came one after another …
Whenever night falls, you will always see them under overpasses, subway entrances, underground walkways and long benches on the roadside in Shenzhen.
Some people may say that these are parasites of the city. They are idle and don't want to make progress. They deserve to be on the streets!
Is that really the case?
I met an old woman under the overpass next to the community. She is short, with dark skin, empty eyes and wrinkled face, and often wears dark brown clothes and shoes. She is about sixty years old.
When I first met her, she was using a wooden stick as a pole. On one side was a tattered big box, and on the other side was a weird big cloth bag, which seemed to be full of scrap iron.
There is more than one set of equipment like this. She will move one set of equipment forward by tens of meters, and then move the latter sets in the past, and so on. I don't know where these things end, and I don't know where she ends.
For a long time, I met her almost every day after work Sometimes she is moving her "harvest", and sometimes she takes a nap on the side of the road. I guess the overpass next to the community may be her transit station and her foothold at night.
One night, it was raining in Mao Mao. I don't think I will meet her today. But when I got off the No.23 bus and looked in the direction of the overpass, the familiar figure and familiar equipment were still in the old place.
Slightly different, the old woman was having dinner. I don't know if I can call it dinner. The bowl is so big and dark that you can't recognize the food. When those black hands were holding the bowl of nameless food and chewing it carefully, my heart was wrenched and it was very uncomfortable.
At that time, I stopped to have a brief talk with her to see if I could help. Although I haven't communicated before, I have seen it many times and feel like an acquaintance.
It's a pity that I can't understand each other at all, just like a gobbledygook. So I had to put a hundred dollars in her hand and left silently.
Shenzhen, a glamorous international city, is full of transparent street lamps and endless strugglers. Can you say that this old woman is not a struggler?
They may sleep on the street because they can't afford the high rent, or they may want to send more money to the children who go to school in their hometown and the elderly who are sick in bed. Without knowledge and skills, they can't communicate smoothly, and they can only survive in the cracks with one pair of hands. How can you kill them with a stick and say that they are parasites of the city?
Fortunately, Shenzhen has always been an inclusive and warm city, and most people here are very kind, so even if it is a quilt and the ground is a seat, they can still sleep peacefully at night and will not be driven away.
The civilization of a city is not only reflected in a few elites, but also in the dignity and hope given to the people at the bottom of society. If you meet them, please do your best to help them. Maybe it's a caring look, maybe it's a hand on the stairs. A little warmth will surely converge into the sea of Wang Yang and become the most solid cornerstone of the city.
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