Begging and charity

I took Ganoderma lucidum to Zhaojue Temple for the first time in my sophomore summer vacation. After getting off the bus, I have to walk half a circle around the temple to get to the main entrance.

So they walked side by side and saw several beggars at the first corner of the temple's outer wall. To show that they are kind people, I gave them five dollars each.

After turning the corner, I met several beggars. I gave them all just now, but now it's not appropriate, so I gave them two yuan each.

Just finished, I looked up and there was a row not far ahead. Roughly speaking, there are forty or fifty people.

So, I said to Ganoderma lucidum, "Go quickly and pretend not to see it."

Ganoderma lucidum asked me, "Why did you give it just now and then stop giving it?"

I looked at the beggar in the front row and said, "Everyone gives us a piece. After lunch, we have nothing to eat."

After that, I said goodbye to the beggar and basically won't give money again. This situation continued until I graduated from college, but I just didn't have any money.

I went to work in Guangzhou right after graduating from college. Once when I crossed the overpass, I saw a tramp sitting on the steps. I was going to give him two yuan, but it turned out that the cigarettes he smoked were actually 25 packs of hibiscus king. I looked at the 12 double happiness in my hand and decisively put two dollars back.

Kindness and love should be active, not passive. Some people don't want it, but I like it. Some people insist, but I don't want to give it.

Once I passed the Qinling Mountains by train, and a couple of men and women playing erhu came over. After singing, they asked for money one by one. I pretended not to see it when I came to see me, and then they said something hard to obey-"Why didn't you have any love when you were young?" "Don't be so stingy, it's hopeless in the future." "I'm not willing to give up two dollars. What can I do in the future? " ……

The two men talked a lot, and I finally said, "If you don't talk nonsense, I'll call the police."

The two men paused, spoke to me again and turned away. That time, because I was alone outside, I was afraid that I would lose myself if I talked too much. If I met such a person in Handan, I would have done it long ago.

This is not angry words, it is really done.

One winter vacation in high school, my brother and I went out to finish our homework and went home. We saw my mother holding three yellow paper bags, saying that a monk had just come home to send blessings. She spent 300 yuan to give our brother and sister three amulets.

Hearing this, my brother and I quickly chased out by bike, chased the monks outside the village and asked for money. Another man kicked him twice, warning him never to enter the village, or we would fight again.

Just kidding, 300 yuan, my living expenses for three months, he lied to me with three ghost paintings, and it was light to kick his feet.

After coming back, the two brothers were severely scolded by their mothers, saying what if they really became monks? If you hit a monk, the Buddha will be angry.

I told her that a real monk wouldn't get a piece of paper to deceive people, and it was so expensive to sell. Even real monks are scum among monks and need to be cleaned up. We help the Buddha teach him a lesson, and of course the Buddha will be happy.

Of course, if you meet a real vagrant, you still have to pay. It is not easy for anyone to come to the rescue.

In Wikipedia Square in Qingdao, there are often some street singers who sing in stalls and sing really well. I will give them some every time I pass by, because I like listening to them sing.

I especially don't like people who use people's kindness to make money, and I hate moral kidnappers even more. Such people are immoral.