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近半年来,我频繁深入乡村走访乡亲,探访低保户。多年前,每于岁末,我都因工作下乡慰问困难户。这种慰问自然有媒体跟着,逗留也不过几分钟。但那种贫寒困厄总使我震撼。当社会被满目繁华所充塞,当某些人拿起筷子吃肉放下筷子骂娘时,很少有人会在脑际闪现那些依然困厄贫寒的乡亲。我们没有杜甫的境遇与情怀,写不出《茅屋为秋风所破歌》,也发不出“安得广厦千万间,大庇天下寒士俱欢颜”的呐喊。
In the recent half-year, I frequently went to the countryside to visit folks and visit minimum living allowances. Many years ago, every year after the end of the year, I consulted the needy families for work and study abroad. This kind of sympathy naturally followed by the media, stay a few minutes. But the kind of poor always make me shock. When the community is filled with all the bustling things, when some people pick up their chopsticks to eat meat and put down chopsticks at the Bator, very few people will flash in the brain that still distressed poor folks. We do not have the situation and feelings of Du Fu, can not write “the hut for the autumn wind by breaking the song,” also can not send “Andhra Pradesh million, Shelter all the best”, the shout.