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Zi Mingye worked hard all his life, but didn't get rich. There was nothing except callous and a beard. To say that he made something in this life, it is the word "faithful." In his old age, the villagers seemed to have forgotten the name he once had, and they all called him "faithful."
His "loyalty" is not a strategy or an accomplishment. It seems to be an inherent virtue, and in the words of a fellow, he is a natural and natural person.
I believe that at any time and under any circumstances, there are always some good people in the crowd. Their goodness is not born by anyone, but by nature. Just like the rainbow after the rain, the flowers in the grass, and the underground spring, are natural and a natural phenomenon.
Especially in the gloomy days, in the tragic fate, encountering such a good person in life will make people feel a bright light and warmth in their hearts.
Zi Mingye is a kind person who loves to help. Whoever wants to repair the house, when he says hello, he will do the hardest and most tiring work, such as picking up soil and handing tiles to the house. If someone's family is dead, there must be a figure of self-confidence among those who dig wells (referring to grave pits) and carry coffins.
An lonely old lady in the village was frail and ill, and since Mingye carried water and firewood for her every day, she has not stopped for more than 20 years until the old lady died at the age of 80. At this time, Zi Mingye was in his sixties.
The days are too poor, and some people have moved their wicked thoughts and started to act as thieves.
Grandpa Ziming was diligent and the crops in the field grew very well. Someone stole into his field.
Once, Grandpa Zi Ming saw a man stealing potatoes from his field, and he shouted from a distance. The man was frightened, and hurriedly carried a half-basket of potatoes to escape from the canal, slipping under his feet, and the man fell under the embankment. Grandpa Zi Ming hurried forward to pick up the man, picked up the potatoes scattered on the ground, put them in a basket, and saw only half a basket. Grandpa Zi said to the man: What will be missing in the future, as long as I have, you will say Hello, I have what you have, don't be so frightened. The man has since become a friend of Grandpa Ziming. Everyone said, "I will listen to loyal people."
Since his grandfather was a cow, he lived to be eighty-four years old. When the cow saw the cow, he did not look back. In this natal year, the good cow quietly went away.
The folks asked me to write an inscription for Zi Mingye. I wrote eight words: hard-working like a cow and loyalty.
The head of the small head is not small, it is the same head as everyone.
The small head is actually a changed name for the "thief". He had a poor family and returned home after graduating from elementary school. Later he paid homage to a master to practice the technique of stealing, known as "three hands." Once accidentally caught by someone, he knocked off two fingers and became disabled.
Since then, he has turned to evil and turned to living by collecting garbage and collecting waste products. I left a name called "little head", but it was no longer embarrassing, it was just a code name. Young people who did not know the details thought that "little head" was his breast or nickname. Having said that, to a poor person, people will not be so malicious, even if he has done a bad "living".
The little head has been picking up trash and collecting waste products for more than two decades. He just ate the food without saving any money. However, it was found that his knowledge was increasing.
He said it was all picked up from trash.
It turned out that the little head would pick up or buy some old books and newspapers every day. Before selling to the scrap purchase station, he would take time to browse, cut the valuable articles with scissors, and bind them in different categories. During the break, he read and learned them without a doubt.
He also often tells the "mega news" he reads to others. People listen to two sentences and say they know. This is what happened two months ago; some educated people will listen to him patiently. They have long known the "latest news", and they can't bear to let a person who picks up trash defeats this point to Yaxing culture.
He did grasp a lot of knowledge that would not be easily outdated, such as some unilateral, some life tips, some interesting characters and stories.
In an old book he found, he found a genuine love letter in it, which moved him for a long time and sad for a long time. In this life, he would not receive such a touching love letter. But he also wondered: Why is love so moving, so thrown away as waste? He felt uneasy.
In the fate of having nothing, picking up and reading in the rubbish dump, he reached his knowledgeable knowledge to the maximum in his situation. Although the news he received was often outdated, his knowledge was often written on faded, moldy paper.
He, a poor man, picked up only those belonging to him on the garbage dump of life, those humble fullness and moved.
Edit: Wen Chao