Good snowflakes, don’t fall anywhere else

Xinyi Road, often see a wandering old man, even if the heat to 38 degrees Celsius midsummer, he is wearing a very thick MAO suit, MAO suit and a sweater. Such thick clothes made him fat and heavy as a barrel. Usually he squatted on the corner and tilted his neck, and the passer-by did not say anything, but gently shook the lottery ticket in his hand.

On rare occasions, he would stand up and move about. When he stood up, he found that his chair was tied to a belt, and as he walked, the chair rocked back and forth. On his feet he wore a pair of old cattle uncle guerrilla big shoes, and tottered like a land hippopotamus.

If it was after noon, he would walk to the front of the buffet to buy something to eat. When the vendor saw him, he would usually give him a box of bento. He brought the chair hanging on his hip to his hip and sat down. After dinner, he took a nap, still with his neck askew and his mouth slightly open.

At night, he would find a clean, windswept porch to sleep on, take off his chair as a pillow, and sleep sweetly in his clothes.

I have watched the old tramp for a long time. He carries all his belongings with him. He hardly speaks a word all day long. From his appearance, should be a northerner, living in the southern tropical streets, even the sultry summer wearing the thick clothes of his hometown.

For the old man on the street, most people will look with disgust and doubt, a small number of people will be sympathetic.

Every time I passed by, I would buy the old man two raffle tickets, and though I knew that two tickets a day would do him no good, they gave me peace of mind and gave sympathy a place to stand.

I remember the scene when I bought the lottery ticket from him for the first time. His hands, his lottery ticket and his clothes were the same greasy and filthy. He slowly tore the lottery ticket off and then fumbled in his pocket for a long time and took out a small red plastic cover, which was new and gorgeous and could not match with him.

The old man carefully slipped the ticket into the red plastic wrapper, a simple action made very difficult by his clumsy hands.

“No need to install the condom.” I said.

“Can’t of, beg a happy mood, wish you win a prize!” At last the old man smiled, showing his toothless mouth and speaking with a local accent.

When he had finished, he carefully handed me the red case, on which were written the following eight words: “One coupon in hand, great hope.”

Later I learned that no matter who bought the lottery ticket, he would try to put it in the red box. Slowly I came to understand that the little red suit turned out to be an expression of gratitude from the old man to the person who bought his lottery ticket. Each time, I always silently wait patiently to see him put the mood into the red envelope, warm around the flow.

And the old man gradually know, one winter evening, I bought raffle to him, he has not taken the raffle to me, first see I wear a single clothes, the top of the two buttons did not button. The old man said, “You will be cold!” Then, he put the lottery ticket under his arm, put out those greasy hands, to help me qq child, I hesitated, but did not retreat.

The old man spent a lot of energy, just put my button up well, at that time I really feel the people clean and pure goodwill, no matter how the appearance of filth, will come out from the depths of the heart, in the old man for my QQ son at that moment, I think of his father, nose so sour.

The old man was still a tramp on the street, taking all his belongings with him, and I was still me, buying insignificant raffle tickets from him. But between us, there is some friendship, in the little red suit, in the eyes, in the corner of the heart that cannot be measured.

I bought a lot of raffle tickets from the old man, more did not win the lottery, but each time I took the small red set, I think that moment has won the lottery, is really “a ticket in hand, hope is infinite”. My hope is not that the lottery, but the good nature of people, will not be overwhelmed by any situation. I thought of what the great Zen master Pang Yun said: “Good snowflakes, never fall anywhere else!” The good snow in our life, the clear snow is also so, in a certain place and now see, beautiful falling, falling snowflakes have disappeared, but irrigated our hearts.