I have always felt troubled by beggars asking for money. Each time I directly ignore them, I used to felt guilty of not helping the disadvantaged, but when I heard stories here and there that beggars are actually richer than most working class only by people’s overly flooding compassion, I took extreme cautiousness towards this irregular group of people.

Beggars are in various types. Truly in my heart, I really disguised some kinds of beggars.  One of them is those begging with badly sick child in metro train. Such beggars disrupt normal transportation, in addition, walking through crowded train carriage is both dangerous and may leave the sick child in more danger. Another kind is those lying on the ground, sleeping all the time. I can never imagine how boring and empty their life could be, and I see no ambition or purpose in their life, which convinces me they are not worthy of being given pity.

However, I know one beggar near campus that really impresses me. He is an old and blind Chinese fiddle player. Usually he sits in the busy street corner where floods of people wait traffic light and at the same time become his audience and potential donators. I can hardly appreciate his music talent, but I am really touched by his passion and optimism. The music he plays is highly uncertain and even unreadable, following his mental sense and showing his inner world through his provisional performance. When he is in good mood, he even songs aloud along with his music piece in a vague word but joyful manner, which is much helpful in getting people’s attention.

He caught my eye for several times. I know he is quite different from other beggars. A man will never feel depressed when he gets motivation in music, even the material background is not satisfactory. As long as there is pursuit in heart, his life will never be boring.