This is a sincere desire among people in good faith, love, but love was all kinds of suspicion, pressure and the desire of age suffering.
This is a desire for everyone up and above is very limited space age.
This is the soul of a lonely, lonely feelings, no one can say that made the era of internal injuries.
Sometimes we seem so indifferent, so proud. We are exhausted to the struggle for our extravagant life.
Time and can be used to numb, no matter, and even regardless of collusion. I also had the habit of living a life of its own numb.
As usual, this morning, to go out, and other public transportation, car just came to a complete stop, I was in a large group of people got on a vehicle surrounded by crowded. As I cautiously to take the train in the middle, a rise of inadvertently saw a pair of my welcome a little anxious and confused eyes. He easily let me out of a small position, with his back to this strange pair of eyes, I almost want to cry.
Each time, we are almost in the eyes of other people's indifference to rush through, or else we are indifferent gaze through in a hurry. It is difficult to strangers from the busy eyes to see the real smile. So when I saw this pair a bit of anxiety and sadness nameless eyes, the heart has a warm feel special. This look so real, although the pain in people.
Under the bus, I stood waiting for traffic lights to cross the road mouth. And I like him a green light, and so the women did not organize the collar, so many people are waiting, have seen, but no one, no one's common sense to tell her. I was struggling a bit, I look back at her moment, smiled, hand to help her collar Lile Li: "You do not manage the collar." She looked at me and thanked repeatedly, then grateful, then in good faith.
Sometimes, the better I always forced to temper their demands very strict, but always satisfied with the status quo can not be changed. Their disappointment on the lives of so disappointed I am more social alienation at less warmth, others walked around, I looked strong and proud. In fact, I know, for strangers, for him and I deserve the same respect and affection of life, I have a deep compassion for. I know that we are not easy.
Everyone rushed in, searching, perhaps, we really go too fast, not the soul to keep up with. We should stop and wait, wait, we live in those who have been abandoned and forgotten mung bean seeds.
After every day for the warmth of a stranger.
We are equally vulnerable to console the soul of the need for each other.