On the sidewalk that I often pass, there is a mother and daughter walking very slowly towards a slope on the side of the sidewalk. My mother supported her body with both hands, and she stepped over each small piece of concrete (the body that needed to be supported) and lightly (the mother's hand landed very lightly) across each small piece of concrete, and I heard her say to her daughter, who was pushing an iron box with wheels uphill, "Push hard, push harder."

The daughter was pushing the iron box with the singing and the gap in the payment, and squeezed the iron box uphill with her body on the slope of about 38 degrees, and the skinny little girl who reached my waist was still squeezed down two steps from time to time because the force was less than the force of the box to slide down.

I was watching from the sidelines, but when I saw the car pushing the little girl down, I walked quickly across the stairs next to the slope to help the girl push, "No thanks, no thanks" "No thanks, thank you".

Then I thought, since the other party is not willing to accept it, I will go, but the little girl did not go far up the slope, and was pushed down by the car again, "Sister, come", this time I did not walk away because she immediately said "no need" when I approached.

"Thank you, sister", the slope of about two and a half meters is easily pushed up by adults, "Thank you, sister".

"It's fine." I walked down the stairs and said to my mother, who was still approaching the first step next to the slope, in the same cheerful tone I had in front of my friend, "Slow down." Welcome the mother's gentle, smiling eyes.

I kind of want to cry again.

Of course, the fact that I have some sympathy on some occasions does not prevent me from doing something excessive on others.

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[A pack of spicy strips and a cigarette

A plan to write a day]

- I'm ready for such a tomorrow.

(I don't smoke, I use "smoke" because I was amazed when I first saw the joke "a cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, and a day to solve a problem", and then I didn't find a word that is more palatable and more emotionally reflective than cigarettes.) ）

Actually, if the pace of work is not required by various leaders and deadlines (the last submission date, also jokingly referred to as "death date", many young people also abbreviate it as "ddl")

Xiao Lai, who wants to be a food blogger today: [Mixed wontons: mixed and eaten + a little taste of extreme freshness + a drop of sesame oil] with beautiful pictures.

[Soup wonton: boiled soup and drink + a small Shanghai green + single wonton comes with a soup bag and purple shrimp bag + two small pieces of garlic fried by a small spoon of sesame oil] with beautiful pictures.

- If I were a food blogger, would you follow me?