The Gratitude

Outside the school gates, two rows of streetlights were on indifferently, and if there was any fog floating in the dim yellow haze.

　　The day was cold, although there was no wind, but the chill was overwhelming, and my ears seemed to stiffen. I shrink my neck, while hurrying my way home, while complaining about why Fuqing went out to work, leaving me alone to endure the lonely road. Suddenly, a strange figure with a strange demeanor in the mist, broke into my sight. He was wearing a short black jacket, shrugging his shoulders, shrinking his neck, and holding a pile of something in his hand, pacing around, the day was so cold, the night was so late, but he was still wandering on the roadside.

　　The night is so dark, the lights are so misty, and there are so few pedestrians, I suddenly feel a touch of fear, and will be very alert to go forward. Slowly, slowly, want to be close to him, quickly run through. When I got really close to him, I couldn't help but slow down my pace. "Oh, it turned out to be the one who handed out small leaflets on the roadside every day, they are mostly workers who have just come to this city, the heart suddenly remembered the line: 'You want the people here to treat you well, you have to treat this as your home. The heart of these foreigners can not help but rise a trace of boredom. Sure enough, he reached out that hand to a cyclist passerby and threw the piece of paper into the car basket. In an instant, the pedestrian frowned: "What are you doing, are you annoyed!" The piece of paper then floated to the ground with that car. At this point, his hand was still a thin pile of paper, I recognized that it was a pile of advertising paper, flowery green words, rough and poor paper, they brought small ads for our city, brought false information, brought this distracting garbage paper.

　　I walked up to him and his hand reached forward and handed it to me. I frowned, squinted my eyes, and muttered, "How annoying!" Then, with a slight twist of the head, quickly walked away. As I was about to toss the crude flyer into a side trash can, I heard a voice of gratitude with a different accent ring out behind me, "Thank you!" I froze for a moment, my heart could not help but shiver: in such a cold and silent night, can have a different loud "thank you", really feel a little warmth, I turned around, he was smiling at me, despite the mouth spitting white mist, face frozen purple, despite being small jumping feet for warmth. The sound and the warmth suddenly woke me up, and my hand reached for the trash can and involuntarily retracted.

　　The first thing you need to do is to get a job. Normally, people are tired of these flyers, but is it all their fault? I remembered the scene that passed by him again: purple purple face, some purple up and down trembling lips, often stretched out as if also wrapped in what the hand, is there frostbite is it, is the finger cracked ......

　　 The actual fact is that you will be able to get a lot of money and stand in the cold wind? Will he also be looking for work and run in the cold wind? Will he also be cold, freezing ...... heartache I unconsciously slowed down, fixed in front of me to look at this man, and my father's average figure outside to survive, the figure is so familiar, I had seen my father in the rainstorm to send me to school, had seen my father in the cold wind to send me to learn guitar, had been in my father for our family I've seen him at the station when he went out to earn money for our family ...... At this point, I seemed to understand my father all of a sudden, why would he want to endure this cold night? He did not want to accompany his wife and children in the cold night? But the family has to live, his son has to pay a lot of tuition fees! Are you cold, father, who is on the move?

　　I can't help but be grateful to the foreign workers in front of me for handing out leaflets, your thanks, so that I changed my mind about you at first: your figure, so that I understand my father, know that I should be grateful to my father. Thank you, the foreign worker, for reminding me of my father and understanding him.

　　The wind has picked up, the fog around me has lifted, the streetlights on both sides suddenly light up, the night no longer seems so dark, and the heart is no longer so lonely.