我在马路边，捡到1PESO钱

我在马路边，捡到1PESO钱

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菲律宾的钱币和人民币相比较，汇率基本上是7比1，上下浮动不多。7比索相当于人民币1元。

下午，一个人在公园散步时，坐在长椅上休息，突然看到身边有一个木制的手串，还串了一个仿制的乾隆通宝的中国钱币，这里很多东西都是英文写着made in china（中国制造）。这个手串，或许来自中国义乌，也许是菲律宾造，串了一个他们并不懂的中国假钱币。手串中间还放着1比索，我看了看周围没有人，也没有人注视着这里。

这一个手串和这1比索，搅乱了我雅致的心情。我想，如果是之前捡到的手机，我会毫不犹豫找到失主，无论在国内和国外。可这一个手串，还有这1比索钱，可能是谁不小心从口袋里落下的，就是发现丢失估计也想不到是在哪里，也不会想要去寻找。我是否要据为己有还是装作没看见？但我已经看见了，天使与恶魔开始斗争。

我看了看，拿起来又放下，我突然害怕，这会不会是谁布置的陷阱，等着贪心的人跳下去。又想会不会是木头上有毒药，触碰会晕倒，再或者这钱币上有诅咒……我真心觉得人性本善，经历的多了，常常会让人想到邪恶的东西。也或者我们从小受的教育，不要和陌生人说话，不要吃陌生人给的东西，不要捡地上的物品。是的，除了衣物的包裹，我们都为自己建了一堵厚厚的墙，丘比特的箭都难以射穿。多么怀念赤裸相对的原始日子，人与人之间从不设防。如今，文明发达了，心的戒备也森严了。但我依然愿意微笑上路，愿意帮助陌生人，愿意相信世界的美好。给予，永远比收获快乐。

人潮里冷漠的表情，比冬天的大雪更寒冷，很多人不知道微笑的味道，也失去了生活的色彩。人们对陌生的爱大多有幻想和期盼，但我们又拒绝陌生人的一个微笑，一句祝福。虽然这遥远的问候，更美丽更动人，但在面具的背后，我们分不清哪个是真的笑颜。

还记得每天早晨都会和一个女孩不期而遇，一个正走，一个倒转，每一个圆，在不同的位置，都会有交点。也记不得什么时候这个脸由陌生到熟悉，也不记得谁先给谁的微笑。只是，这个没有约定的际遇，给了我的晨练更多动力。有时候想偷懒，但会说服自己，只是想要和她的相遇。她美丽的身影，长长的马尾，白皙的皮肤，窈窕的身姿，她是一个人，我也是一个人。我们有时候会穿一样颜色的衣服，一样的白色棒球帽，一样的白色手机和耳机。有时候会是不一样的发型和服饰，但那相遇的一笑，美丽了晨练的短暂时光。我想如果我是一个男人，一定会爱上她，或者现在，也是爱。我想要在情人节送她一朵玫瑰，也想偶尔约她喝个下午茶，但我想她一定不是中国人，菲律宾？韩国？日本？但我们始终没有停下脚步，没有理由的问候或者其他。如果几天没有见到，我就在想她是不是生病了？或者出差了？或者去旅行了？如果我出差，再次相遇的那个微笑更迷人。我常常猜测她是比我大还是比我小呢？在这里工作还是学习？有没有男朋友？有没有结婚？有没有孩子？总之，每个清晨，有了这样的相遇，让这早晨的时光格外美好。

但是这会儿，这个木头的手串和这1比索钱币，倒让我忧愁起来，真的不知道如何处置它。倘若视而不见地走开，好像也不是我的做事风格，平日里就爱捡垃圾的我，这会倒不知所措了。哦，看到了救星，一个穿着警服配着枪支的警察，在我旁边的椅子上坐着玩手机，把它交给警察应该是最好的选择，能不能物归原主就不用我担心了。

我拿着手串和1比索走到警察面前：“Hi , sir . Give you , because this is not mine. They are on my chair . (嗨,先生。给你,因为这不是我的。它们在我的椅子上。）” 他“哦”了一声接过我手里的东西，我回到我的椅子上，安心地欣赏身边的美景。他拿着手串来回在我面前走了两圈离开了。或许，他有些意外，这个外国人为什么会这么做。

我开心地哼起小时候学的“我在马路边捡到一分钱”的儿歌，我想，这点小小的快乐会一直到梦里。

2015.2.23  00:15

I was in the street, and I found 1PESO

Philippines's currency and the RMB comparison, the exchange rate is basically 7 to 1, the upper and lower floating. 7 pesos is the equivalent of 1 Chinese yuan.

In the afternoon, when I am walking in the park, sitting and resting on a bench, suddenly I see  there is a wooden handcraft beside me, also on the a imitation the Qianlong reign of Chinese coins, here a lot of things are written in English made in China (made in China). This string of handcraft, perhaps it is from Yiwu, China, and perhaps  it is made in the Philippines, and a string of Chinese fake money which they do not understand. There was 1 peso in the middle of the handcraft, and I looked around and there was no one, and no one was watching..

This is a handcraft and 1 pesos, disturbed my elegant mood. I think, if the mobile phone is picked up before, I would not hesitate to find the owner, both at home and abroad. Can this one handcraft, there is 1 peso of the money, probably who accidentally fell from the pocket, if it is found missing, I estimate that he/she can not memorize the place, nor want to look for. Do I still take forcible possession or pretend not to see? But I have seen that the angels began to struggle with the demons.

I looked at it for a while, took it up and down, I suddenly felt frightened, this will not be who set the trap, waiting for the greedy people jump down. I thought whether is a poison on the wood or not, touching it, you will be faint, or this money can be a curse...... I really think that human nature is good, more experienced, people often think of evil things. Or we were educated in childhood, don't talk to strangers, don't eat what the strangers give, don't pick up the things we saw on the ground.. Yes, in addition to clothing package, we have built a thick wall for us, Cupid's arrows are difficult to penetrate. How the memory of the bare relative primitive days, between people and the people never security. Now, civilization developed, the heart also guarded the alert. But I am willing to smile on the road, willing to help strangers, willing to believe that the world's beautiful. Give, always much happier than gain.

Indifferent expression in crowds is much colder than the snow of the winter, many people don't know the taste of a smile, also lost the life of color. The love of strangers is mostly fantasy and expectation, but we refuse a stranger smile, a blessing. Although this distant greetings, more beautiful and more attractive, but behind the mask, we don't know which is really smile.

I remember every morning I met a girl by chance, I am walking straight, and she inverted, each circle, in different locations will intersect. Also I remember when this face from strange to familiar, I don't remember who first give the smile. But, this is an unexpected encounter, which gave my exercise more power. Sometimes I want to be lazy, but I can convince myself that I just want to meet her.. Her beautiful figure, long hair, white skin, slim figure, she is a person, I am also a person. We sometimes wear the same color as the clothes, the same white baseball caps, the same white phone and headphones. Sometimes is not the same as hair and clothing, but it met with a smile, a beautiful short time exercise. I think if I were a man, I would love her, or now, but also love. I would like to send her a rose on Valentine's day, and I would like to invite her to have an afternoon tea, but I think she must not be the Chinese,

Filipino? South Korea? Japan? But we have never stopped our steps, there is no reason to greet or other. If I had not seen it for a few days, I was wondering if she was sick? Or on a business trip? Or is she to travel? If I am on business, the smile that I meet again is more charming.. I often guess she is bigger or smaller than me? Work here or study? Are there any boyfriends? Is there marriage? Are there any kids? In short, every morning, with this encounter, so that the morning is the exceptionally beautiful.