Corner of the heart, a piece of sunshine

When almost everyone is condemning your ingratitude, I know how you are a poor group of children.

You have a different childhood than others, and experience different from others. Because of poverty, you seem to be different from others. You may have suffered discrimination and being insulted. Extreme poverty, like the night, makes your heart so deep, so deep that even the sun can't be injected, and all kindness and sincerity in the soul are shrouded in this darkness.

However, are you really poor? No money, but you have goodness; no status, but you have love. There are so many people who willingly and unwillingly dedicate their love to you, and moisten you with the dew they love. Perhaps poverty itself is a kind of wealth that teaches you to be strong and courageous. You were originally rich like a white donkey. Only you don't know, just blindly lock the door of the soul and refuse the sunshine.

Cong Fei, in the hearts of the Chinese, what a great man he is. And you, however, contain a lot of gratitude and a lot of thoughts. I don't know, in the days when his life is dying, do you sleep in silence every night, silently pray for him; do you deliberately avoid the swarming reporters and sneak a glimpse of him in the dark corner alone. However, why not venture out? Why don't you let the tears of gratitude and thoughts spill on the benefactor and the palm of your hand and sprinkle it in your dark heart? Your eyes are flowing and your tears are shining. Poor children, poverty is not shameful.

I have long heard that the intelligent Egyptians put a mirror in every tunnel corner of the pyramid, and led the bright sunshine to the graves of the ancestors. So why not put a mirror in every corner of the mind? Let the bright sun shine on every inch of the soul, reaching the deepest bottom of the soul.

And kindness and gratitude are your mirrors. I believe in your goodness, your sincerity is not destroyed, living in this world, you are not alone, and you are not lacking in being loved. Reflect each love with a grateful mirror, and continue to pass on this love, let this love bloom in every corner of the world.

With a grateful heart, let every corner of the mind bloom in a bright sunshine!

The First Middle School of the Eighth Middle School of Qijiang District, Shaoguan City: The First Class of the Eighth Middle School of Shaoguan City;