Last night, I learned the news that a classmate's mother was in the ICU during the uremia period of kidney failure, and the cost was 1500 per day, which was very sad.

We are all ordinary college students, how can we afford the heavy medical bills, as well as the psychological pressure of relatives who are sick, and when I saw the little girl say that she couldn't get up crying outside the ICU ward, my heart suddenly tugged. Her mom had been sick since she was in junior high school. In the winter of Heilongjiang, her mother also washed her school uniform at night, when she was facing the high school entrance examination, she came home late, and her father came back late because of work, so her mother was home alone, waiting for them to come home in front of the window every day.

One day, when she came home, she found that there was no one at home, and her parents were not there, and later learned that her mother had fallen ill and was hospitalized. During that time, my father was taking care of my mother in the hospital, and she was basically alone at home every day.

This girl is a classmate of mine in a different major, I know her, but I never knew she had such an experience.

When this news swept all kinds of groups in my space circle of friends, I couldn't help but click on the link and saw her self-order on alumni mutual aid, so sad.

When I didn't know her at the time, I only knew that everyone's evaluation of her was not very good, she liked to entrust people to do things, and she was very "scheming", we thought so at the time, everyone didn't like her very much, but she liked to laugh.

Suddenly, I felt that we who were not born were too one-sided, and it was really stupid to always judge the good or bad of others based on our own feelings.

This reminds me of another thing, when the school held a football game, which was a mixed breed. My fellow countryman accidentally kicked her leg because of the competition, and the ligament rupture.

They are all children from remote areas, and their family conditions are not good, so the school organized donations, but our classmates even said that they could not donate, on the grounds that the girl usually did not see that the family was poor. I just feel so sad, in everyone's eyes, what is called "can see the poverty of the family"?

Could it be that poor family conditions should mean the kind that can't even afford to eat?

Could it be that poor family conditions should refer to poor clothing?

I don't understand.

At that time, I really wanted to reply: If you don't want to donate money, no one will force you, but at this time, you fall into the well, it's just a villain.

After experiencing this, I feel that I am so simple, and the most complicated thing is the human heart.

There are too many things that we can't judge right from wrong, can't understand good or bad, and always live willfully, unable to distinguish whether we should have edges and corners or disguise ourselves as round.

Maybe that's why I didn't want to graduate, hoping that I would never grow up and be free of those worries.