Conscience is the wind in Holland.

I was deeply impressed by an old man in a biography.

He is a doctor with superb medical skills. Although he lives in downtown, the place where he stayed the most in his life was the countryside. Among the people he met, the most were not high-ranking officials or wealthy businessmen, but farmers in remote villages.

"The poor look down on the disease, and they need help more." This is what the old man said the most. He said that only in the countryside would he feel at ease. So, in the rural fields, under the eaves of thatched roofs and on the low heatable adobe sleeping platform, he treated farmers everywhere. The farmers said, we are ungodly, and he is our only respected guest.

After his death, many people attended his funeral. His tombstone is engraved with the following words: beloved, he has fallen asleep. But a doctor's conscience is always awake in this world.

In that poor era, there was a family that was too poor to open the pot, and the old people and children were starving to death. Relatives and friends are far away, afraid that their families will reach out for something. However, a neighbor who had little contact with the family took out his only bag of rice and gave half to the family. Soon, the neighbors had no food to cook, and the children screamed with hunger. Someone laughed at him and said he was stupid. I don't know. The neighbors opened their eyes wide and said they were starving. I took out food for them. Where is stupidity?

A NPC deputy I know has won the hearts of the people because he cares about people's livelihood and sufferings. At every meeting, his questions are known for their sharpness. He said, I'm not afraid of offending people. I am the elected representative of the people, and I must speak for the people. He said that he liked a poem written by the writer best. Many times, I heard his forceful recitation:

? If the world is nearsighted,

? I want to stand on high and hold your hand.

? Tell you everything I saw.

? If the world's ears are blocked,

? I want to be the wind, blowing in your ear,

? Tell the truth yourself.

? If the world is distorted,

? I want to stand up straight and erect my bones and soul.

? Conscience runs through my veins,

? On the other hand, conscience is lightning that cuts through the sky. ...

A person with a conscience is always awake in this world, awake for the suffering of others and awake for the suffering of others. They, bearing the pain of others, care about the pain of others, can't eat or sleep. Therefore, a person with a conscience will not be a selfish life. They have a strong sense of responsibility and mission, care about the whole world and pity the people.