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晨练，蓦然看见一个老者在绿化带翻找什么，我瞅了一眼，觉得好奇。过一会，老者手上拎着个红色的小小空饮料罐，像红牛饮料或哇哈哈什么的，反正是瘦小。我心里咯噔一下，没必要吧，费这么大事，还要一路拿着，还要积攒着。不可能一个饮料罐就去兑换。值几个钱。旁边一个老人候着，肯定是他的老伴了。两个老人驻足为着一个不起眼的饮料罐，就为那区区一两角钱，这个钱丢在地上，许多人都不会停顿一下。确实一两角钱在当今解决不了什么问题，有时一个糖果都买不到。但老人在乎，两个老人肯定在乎，不然不会弯着老态龙钟的腰去拾，去找寻。我心里掠过一丝悲凉。两个老人肯定不是工薪阶层什么的，也非退休人员，肯定是吃低保的，或者什么收入也没有，仍在侍弄那年轻时就开始侍候至今仍沉默无语的土地，城郊的农民。日子艰难。
回去的路上我仍萦回刚才的场景，头脑思考着。现今大富大贵的情景大家是见得多了，动辄几万几十万的消费大家不咋舌，身边百万、千万的富翁出现大家不回头，社会笼罩在一种富裕富足的氛围中，贫穷的概念像天边的云，无法在头脑中扎根。
但我们稍稍走在街巷，侧目、低首，我们就会发现令我们心灵震撼的现象，击碎我们想当然的意识，社会不是华丽的旗袍，而是普通的衣裳，闪亮的纽扣或是衣襟掩盖不了整件衣裳平凡的光泽，那些褶皱，那些藏隐的内里。灰尘弥漫的道旁，或是幽僻的老旧墙根，或是那些矮矮的屋檐下，许多触目惊心的场景就猝不及防撞进我们的眼眸，你不用细细寻觅，它如草一样长着，如眼前的阳光一样显现着。我在一栋很大的居民楼后面，发现一个穿着明显农民装扮的人在一个垃圾池里翻翻拣拣，打着手电筒光，光很弱，但在黑夜的衬托下还是很明显。开始我诧异，什么人在垃圾池中翻寻。有意驻足细观了一下，原来是一个中年男子在一手拎着袋一手捉着个铲子，找寻剩饭剩菜。很明显，家里养了鸡或是猪。一点一点找寻猪食料，找寻自己生活的资费。在大型活动现场，你会发现很多和活动不相干的人逡巡在会场周围，既非演者，也非观众，但他们就是至始至终逗留现场。原来是瞧着你手头的矿泉水瓶。你走到哪，他的目光会如影随形。特别是矿泉水快饮尽时，他是不错眼珠地盯着你。你稍一丢弃，立马有一个人追随瓶而去，有的甚而几个人逐之。我看见一对老年人，女的腰几成了90度，但她还是每日推着破旧的自行车在菜市、在旮旯捡着破烂。夫妻俩临河搭建了一个简易的棚子，棚子周遭晒满了破棉絮、工地上捡来的烂板。生活在这里演绎。
不用举例了，我的心承受不了更多的案例，痛苦的泪水会腌渍得心发疼。
也许我举的例特殊，带点暗淡的色彩，让人压抑，社会许多人虽不是大红大紫大富大贵，但平实、安宁、温馨，但这种现象是存在的，在每一块土地，每一个普通的日子里。我想通过这样的事例，让我们心安静，不再总是仰视，总是眼光瞄着精品店、响当当的品牌，将自己安置在红木家具环绕、豪华灯饰照耀的空间里，而不去想一下外面的风雨，外面的困顿、维艰，那些憔悴的神色、那些在城市最肮脏角落刨食的人们……
一只饮料罐，一个不息的希望，在一颗普通的心里坚强地燃烧。

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The Wise Man and The Young Man
There was once an old wise man who live on top of a mountain. (I don’t know
why the wise men always like to stay on top of mountains.) Whenever the villagers had a problem, they would
climb up the mountain and ask the old man for advice.

One day a young man decided to climb up and ask the old man a
question.




“Wise man,” he asked, “What
makes a man truly great?”


The old man looked at him and said, “Do you sincerely want to know?”
“Yes,
yes!” the young man replied the wise man.

“Well,” the wise old man said to him, “Let me tell you in the form of a
story”

There was once a Greek man who suffered from a deadly disease. Knowing that
he will die soon, he was the first to join the army when his country was in a
battle with the enemy. Hoping to die in battle, he would fight in the front
line, exposing himself without any worry for his life. Eventually they won the
battle and he was still alive. His general was so impressed with his bravery
which contributed much to the victory.

The general decided to promote him and award him with medals of
bravery and honor. On the day of presentation, he was looking very down and sad.
Curiously, the general asked him the reason why and was told of his deadly
disease. “How could I let such a brave soldier die?”, the general thought. So
the general hired the best physician and finally cured the soldier. But from
that day onwards, the once valiant soldier was no longer seen at the front. He
would always avoid danger and tries his best to avoid danger and protect his
life.

“Young man”, he wise man said, “if you want to be truly great, you must not
be scared of dying, you must be daring.”