Stories about the rich and the poor

One day, the rich took a self-driving off-road vehicle for the first time to go for an outing. When he arrived at his destination, he packed his bags and climbed up the mountain. However, the accident happened in the middle of the waist. He slipped and cut his ankle with a fork, and blood kept flowing out.

He endured the pain and foamed the wound with his own trauma medicine, but it didn't work and the bleeding didn't stop.

It really worried the rich at that time. There is no signal on the mobile phone at such a high mountain, and no other hemostatic drugs can be found in the bag. It's really not every day, and it doesn't work!

Just when the rich man was desperate, the poor man came down from the mountain with a load of dry wood, humming folk songs in his mouth. How pleasant!

The rich man sitting on the ground dressed casually and attracted the attention of the poor from a distance.

The poor man opened the door and shouted, "Hey, do you need help?"

When the rich man heard someone's voice, he forgot to listen. He was pleasantly surprised and struggled to answer: "My foot is hurt and still bleeding!" " "

After hearing the echo, the poor man took his time, grabbed a handful of Ophiopogon japonicus from a tree and chewed it in his mouth until he came to the rich man.

He put down the firewood he had picked up, and the poor man spat the grass he had just put in his mouth into his palm, sticking it to the rich man's wound bit by bit.

The rich man felt sick in his heart, but the effect was amazing, and the blood actually stopped! The rich man forgot the pain in surprise and excitement, held the poor man's hand tightly and said, "thank you!" I really appreciate it． If I hadn't met you, I might have died today. "

Hearing this, the poor man said happily, "It's not that serious, just a minor injury. For those of us who live in the mountains, bleeding wounds are easy to heal! "

The rich man tried to stand up and walk, but it was difficult. When the poor man saw it, he said enthusiastically, "If you don't give up, go to my house for one night today. Look, it's too late now! "

The rich man thought about it, but even more sighed with emotion: "How could I not like it! It's too late to thank you? "

So, with the help of the poor, the rich came to the door of the poor.

No, before he stepped into the house, the rich man looked at the house he saw in front of him, which made him a little incredible. In his eyes, it's not a house where people live, but at most it's like his horse's nest. The roof is made of straw, the wall surrounded by wood is simple and primitive, and there is a small vegetable garden next to it. Everything around looks clear at a glance, but it is very clear and refreshing.

The rich man thought: in this era, there are still people living in such houses, and it will be very uncomfortable to spend the night in such a remote place!

Perhaps the rich are used to that luxurious life and like to look at a poor man with contempt, so it is difficult for him to see the other side of the poor. In fact, he lives a quiet life in this green jungle with flowers and birds!

The rich man couldn't help sighing and said sarcastically, "Do you live here?"

The poor man heard the meaning and said with relish, "well, surrounded by mountains, birds and flowers are singing, which is really fun." Look, the air here is much fresher than in the city. It's good to release people's feelings! "

The words of the poor make the rich realize meaningfully that they have never been so open-minded, what's more, they have been living under everyone's eyes.

Of course, the rich don't know the background of the poor, but the poor can roughly guess from the irony of the rich that this tourist from the city must have a strong background.

It was already dark, and the poor dragged the rich man to the dark back room and let him sit on the wooden bed to rest.

He began to look at everything that had nothing to do with him, such as a wooden bed, a wooden table, a stove made of clay with firewood for cooking. The simplicity and simplicity here are in the eyes of the rich, thinking: the life of the poor must be hard!

When the rich think of the spacious and bright house they live in, and everything is better than here, that kind of disdain is committed again!

A chill hit the rich, and I couldn't help shivering. I feel so timid for the first time. I still feel inferior to the poor, and I feel ashamed. I wanted to say something, but I didn't say anything. He is still thinking about the words of the poor, thinking: if the poor live in cities, it is really not a leisurely generation! Open-minded, Cheddar!

At this time, the poor man lit a kerosene lamp, and the light was so weak that it could hardly illuminate every corner of the hut. With a smile on his face, he served a bowl of hot soup for the rich to taste. The rich see that the soup is made of bamboo barrels and want to refuse, but the enthusiasm of the poor can't bear to be rejected. The rich man took a sip and looked reluctant.

What the rich man didn't expect was that the taste was better than that of a star-rated hotel, and he said from the bottom of his heart, "This soup is really delicious!" Then I took a second bite, which made me much more relaxed. The rich never thought that they could live so simply, regardless of conventional manners, complex interpersonal relationships and the distinction between humble positions. The original psychological contempt for the poor disappeared at this moment!

The rich began to talk freely with the poor. ...

The same person, a city outside the city, will have different human nature if he lives in different places. Some people will be attracted by the things around them and live a free and easy life, just like the poor. Some people may disguise themselves and live a rigorous and tired life, just like rich people. Sometimes I don't even know myself, which is my prototype and which is my true self. It's all mixed up and it's hard to disperse.

At dawn, the night of the rich has been very full, and I feel the beauty of life from the poor. The simpler the mood, the happier it will be.

However, the rich always have too much to let go, and there are still many things waiting for him to complete. He can't wait for the poor to walk to the road, stop the car and go back to the city without fully recovering from his foot injury. Maybe that rich man doesn't belong to the life outside the city, otherwise he wouldn't have left without saying "thank you" at the moment he got on the bus. Instead, let the rescuer help him look after his off-road vehicle and say that he will come back to thank him when he is well.

Poor people don't care about this. When he looked at the SUV of the rich man, he remembered his past, and his memory was still so clear ... It turned out that he was once a rich man, and the purpose of seclusion here was to avoid living in that false world and making people do false things. So he can better understand that the rich are not rich, happiness has no roots, the poor are not poor, and happiness has roots!

After the rich man's injury completely recovered, everything went back to the past. However, the promise of thanking the poor has never been fulfilled. Maybe he was too busy to remember … So the rich never knew the happiness of the poor, but the poor knew that the rich were not blessed!

(No originality! ! ! )