Chapter 5 beggar

I walked along the peeling high wall and stepped on the loose dust.There are several other people, walking separately.The breeze picked up, and the branches of the tall trees exposed on the top of the wall swayed over my head with their leaves that were not yet dry. The breeze picked up, and there was dust on all sides. A child was begging me, also wearing a jacket, not necessarily sad, almost child's play; I was tired of him chasing and whining. I walk.Several others walked separately.The breeze picked up, and there was dust on all sides. A child was begging me, also wearing a jacket, not necessarily sad, but dumb, with his hands outstretched in gestures.

I just hate his gesture.Moreover, he may not be dumb, this is just a way of begging. I don't give, I don't have the heart to give, but I am above the giver, giving boredom, suspicion, and hatred. I walked along the ruined mud wall, broken bricks stacked in the gaps, and there was nothing inside the wall.Breeze rises, sending autumn cold through my jacket; all around is dust. I thought about how I would beg: what tone should I use to speak?Pretending to be dumb, how to gesture? ... Several others walked separately. I will not get generosity, I will not get the heart of generosity; I will get the boredom, suspicion, and hatred of those who place themselves above generosity.

I will beg with inaction and silence! ... I will at least get nothingness. The breeze picked up, and there was dust on all sides.Several others walked separately. Ashes, ashes, ... ... Dust... September 24, 1924.