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Long-lost feeling

     Some say we've been devoid of感动 (a deep emotional response) for a long time because we only see the world with our eyes, not with our hearts. The world, in our eyes, is a vast container, holding not only falsehood, evil, and ugliness, but also truth,

    goodness, and beauty. When greed cloud our souls, our hearts become frivolous and restless. Unable to let go of what we already possess and what we will pursue, our narrow "self" is unfortunately drawn into a blinded illusion and falsehood. Even a cruel person may have a vulnerable spot deep within their heart—their soul. When they stand before truth, goodness, and beauty, a profound and moving experience will offer them a sense of warmth. This warmth may be fleeting, but because it lingered in their heart, perhaps we can help those burdened with evil to repent.
    For ordinary people, truth, goodness, and beauty are rare and precious in human nature, causing our hearts to stray towards falsehood, evil, and ugliness due to our inherent greed. Because of the desire to promote good and avoid evil, outsiders often see a veneer of goodness in us, or we succumb to evil because we are powerless to change it, choosing to remain virtuous ourselves (sometimes this is self-preservation, sometimes it's helplessness, and sometimes it's utter desperation). Numbness and indifference make us apathetic, because we have lacked trust for so long.
    Therefore, trust between people exists because of this distance created by indifference and suspicion, and because our good deeds are frequently framed and slandered, almost vanishing, thus stifling many acts of kindness. Yet, even so, we still hope to communicate and interact with others on a deeper level; no one doesn't crave the feeling of being trusted. In fact, for various reasons, we are suspected or distrusted, but we still closely depend on others in this society. Perhaps you sell your rapeseed oil to me, I sell my television to him, and he sells his fertilizer to you. The pursuit of profit has fueled unprecedented greed, leading to situations where rapeseed oil may become gutter oil, televisions may be refurbished, and even fertilizers may be counterfeit. In such a climate of dishonesty and dependence, how can we find genuine感动 (a deep sense of being moved)?
    After watching "Searching for the Most Beautiful Rural Teachers" and the "2012 Teachers' Arts Gala," I seemed to find a reason to be truly moved. It was a beauty hidden deep within the community, a spirit of passing on the torch, a selfless dedication, and a long-lost sense of感动. They are trusted because of their sincerity, entrusted with important responsibilities because of that trust, and beautiful because of that responsibility. They are a real presence, simply hidden in the corners of the bustling city and the embrace of the countryside. When they perceive each student with truth, goodness, and beauty, they are also moving themselves, and perhaps even inspiring the world. They have taught us about trust, entrustment, and fulfillment; they have also allowed us to find a long-lost sense of感动 in the selfless dedication of the community!

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