When I was young, I always dreamed of owning a candy house one day, with endless chocolates, cakes, milk candies, puddings... But this dream has never come true!

I like the cake shop on the corner. Every time I pass by there, I can always smell the sweet fragrance. When I close my eyes, I feel like I am in a candy house in a dream.

The chocolate is floating in the air, and as long as I open my mouth, I can bite into soft and tender pudding and donuts.

Every time I pass by, I always stand there for a long time.

There is always an unbridgeable gap between dreams and reality, and I know it better than anyone else.

Especially every time I save several days of pocket money and go to a cake shop to order my favorite desserts, I become even more aware.

Walking by the street corner again at noon, I suddenly felt so wronged.

I don't understand why, why the price of desserts is so expensive. For my family, who is not poor but not particularly wealthy, it is impossible to eat desserts worth more than ten yuan every day.

That's why I didn't buy dessert for the first time, and walked home with unknown grievances and anger.

Today we still have three dishes and one soup, one meat and two vegetarian dishes, plus a tomato and egg soup.

This is not my candy house, so it's not that delicious.

I'm still wondering why I don't buy dessert.

Even the computer has no interest in playing.

I know, this is not good.

I know that some people can't even eat the fish that I eat for lunch almost every day.

I understand that some people don't even have a home, and some people drop out of school early to work outside in order to make a living... But even though I know that, I still can't control my mood.

What should I care about?

I can't figure it out.

If you give me a real candy house one day, will I be happy?

I don't know either.

Lying blankly on the small bed, looking at the ceiling, I once thought about the donation.

The teacher said this was a donation for poor out-of-school children. Although he said he could donate any amount he wanted, the minimum donation was 10 yuan.

I didn’t donate. I had three days’ worth of money left in my pocket. Each copper plate was knocked together in a fast rhythm of “ding-ga” and “ding-ga”, nine coins each.

This is the price of a cup of coconut milk sago. The coconut milk sago in that store is on sale today, and they also give you a donut.

I have known this news for a long time and have been waiting for today.

But...don't those children go to school?

So what do they do?

What can they do?

What will they do?

What do they eat?

Do they still read books?

Not studying does not mean there is no hope. Can you do business? Many people who have not even studied have become big bosses... But, I suddenly remembered that someone once said that those who are poor

Children, the only way for many people to get out of the day is to study.

If I don’t study... I don’t know why, but I donated money in the afternoon, ten yuan, the minimum amount.

I have no way to donate the extra few dollars.

It’s not that I have no love, it’s not that I’m indifferent, it’s just that if I don’t have anything to eat, should I give up the only piece of bread in my hand to others?

I bought a notebook and told my mother about it.

Passing by the street corner again, I still stood there for a long time. The story on the animation did not appear. The cake shop was busy, and no one saw me standing there, greedily inhaling the sweet smell in the air.

Dinner was very simple, white rice porridge and a small plate of pickled cucumbers, which tasted very good, a little sour and salty.

In the evening, after I took a shower, I saw a caramel pudding, sitting upright on the plate, sweet and soft.

"Mom, where did this come from?" "I made it for you. There are a few more, but you can only eat one every day." I dug out a small piece with a small spoon. It was very smooth and tender, and just right sweet.

It's tastier than the ones in cake shops.

Suddenly I remembered that since I was a child, my mother would make all kinds of snacks for me to eat, such as chocolate cake, double skin milk, red bean bread... sweet and fragrant.

It turns out that I have been living in a candy house for a long time.

Thank you, my mother.

Although, I still can’t fully understand many of the great principles and practice them personally.

But I know something is changing.

"Mom, I bought a notebook today and donated the remaining 10 yuan." "Well, good boy, really my mother's good baby." Maybe there are really many poor people, and maybe we can't give up everything to help others.

, but as long as you try your best, as long as you do it.

As time goes by, people need help, but everyone has their own life that has nothing to do with others.

I can actually accept a life without desserts.