Chapter 302: Remembering that Kind Little Girl

_____Walking with Love Part Thirty-Seven

As dusk approached, I was alone again, silently praying and blessing for the Sichuan Wenchuan earthquake disaster area, for those affected compatriots.

This is, since the earthquake in Sichuan Wenchuan Diqu, my daily duty: to pray and bless the victims of the earthquake disaster area……

At this moment, my heart is still trembling, worrying __________

Worrying about compatriot brothers and sisters who have lost loved ones and homes, worrying about compatriot brothers and sisters still suffering pain on hospital beds, worrying about those………………….

Since the catastrophic earthquake in Sichuan Wenchuan, I have had no heart to write those boring stories, those texts called 'textual trash……' by netizens…………………………

In fact, I myself am ashamed of those writings of mine. Writing purifies people's souls, guides people toward goodness and beauty; it should not pander to taste, flood emotions, nor should it lead people into some darkness or play an incitement role. I don't know what effect those writings I wrote for my friends to read have had on you.

China's sons and daughters saw the suffering compatriots in the Sichuan Wenchuan Diqu, everyone tearful. Even the most iron-hearted person could not help shedding tears………………

I also watched, cried, and thought: no matter how you say it, this world is still beautiful, good; this world still has many good people.

Looking around, everywhere are good people. Good people, good people enjoy lifelong safety……………

This is what I saw from people's tears; what I felt from people's tears: ______ this world is good, kind, beautiful………

There was an 11-year-old little girl; her father had cancer. Two days before the earthquake in the Sichuan Wenchan Diqu, this little girl tearfully told me: her father urgently needed chemotherapy funds, and all the money in her family had already been spent on her father's illness…………

The little girl's mother, hearing that I could write articles, had the little girl come to me to write an application to a local charity, applying for aid for her family.

The application had just been written and submitted when I heard that a major earthquake had struck Sichuan Wenchuan, with many casualties. All of society was donating to the earthquake disaster area. That little girl took the lunch money her mother gave her for a week—5 yuan—and donated 4 yuan. She bought only 2-jiao worth of spicy sticks each noon, eating them in a secluded spot…………

Upon hearing this, I was moved to tears by the little girl: What a kind little girl! What a kind Chinese person! ……………………

(Heart tied to the disaster area, emotion tied to the disaster area, I use a sincere heart to pray to God: May peace, courage, confidence, and strength accompany and be with the disaster area's people!)\