I am a beggar, beggars and vagrants and beggars always living. I have always imagined a pair of their shoes, a pair of suitable shoes belong to me alone.
On that day, I am wandering in the abandoned town, in the deserted town to find in life, it seems that only waste really for me. I can vaguely see a colorful corner - it is my most favorite of the Holy Land, a flashing red star. I am excited about the search, finally found my dream shoes - a pair of shoes.
Since then I have been on a day shoes.
There are shoes, I always imagine I am no longer a beggar. Fantasy mont blanc pen is always just fantasy, as the facts can not. I was a beggar, I still was a beggar, a beggar wearing leather shoes.
I still have to beg, I would still like to visit the Holy Land, is still looking for can not see light of life to be despised.
In fact, I am not the only one beggar, the world39s thousands, but they do not have to recognize, has not had to face, or they simply do not realize that they have been among the ranks of beggars, they are not, as I frankly, it will only attracted more pathetic and hateful.
People, ah, a little more aware of it, when you wear a coat when the noble, but also remember that decorative clutter your heart it!