A black wallet lay on the dusty street amid the bustling crowd. Perhaps it had spent too many days out in the open and was caked with grime; perhaps passersby were too busy with their own affairs to notice it and kept accidentally stepping on it. Like a lost child, it waited alone on the street, longing for its mother to come.
Just then, a child's voice reached my ears. "Mom, look! It's a wallet!" A little boy in a school uniform tugged at his mother's sleeve.
His mother looked in the direction he pointed and saw the dusty wallet. The little boy was just about to bend down and pick it up when she stopped him. "Oh, what are you doing? That belongs to someone else. We can't take it! Come on, be good and go home with Mommy!" "No, Mommy. Our teacher said that if we find something that belongs to someone else, we should hand it over to the police. So I want to give it to a police officer," the little boy pleaded. But his mother ignored him and hurriedly said, "Come on, come on. Mommy's busy, and I still have to go home and cook. You need to go home and do your homework, too. Be good!" She urged him along, took his little hand, and quickly walked away. The boy was dragged off reluctantly, looking back every few steps. Before long, he could no longer see the wallet. It had already disappeared beneath the feet of the crowd.
Then a fashionably dressed woman came walking by, talking on her phone. She chatted excitedly, until one of her delicate high heels suddenly caught on something. Looking down, she saw the black wallet. "I'm so lucky today! Guess what? I just spotted a wallet!" she said into her phone, standing on tiptoe and lowering her voice. "Hehe, I wonder how much money's inside! Do you think I'm going to get rich? I can buy a lottery ticket today. I'm just so lucky!" She bent her slightly plump body and inspected the wallet. Then, whatever she heard on the phone made her let go as if she'd touched a thorn. With a smack, the wallet hit the ground. Passersby all turned at the sound, and when the woman realized she was in trouble, she paid no heed to their confused looks or whatever was being said on the phone. Like a rabbit, she darted away.
The sun was setting, but the dusty wallet still lay on the ground, facing the sunset as if telling it about all the hardships it had endured in recent days. Then a scavenger came along, wearing a tattered hat. His face was dark and filthy, so disfigured by grime that it was impossible to make out his features or guess his age. His gaze swept back and forth across the street before settling on the black wallet. Without hesitation, he picked it up and opened it. There wasn't a penny inside, only a set of keys. He sighed and thought, Looks like I haven't found anything worthwhile today. He hung the wallet and keys together on a fence. The wallet was like a flag, and the keys like its flagpole; both had been gilded by the golden light of the setting sun. The sun watched the scavenger as he walked away, his retreating figure bathed in its gentle glow. In that instant, his silhouette left me with countless insights: Even if you find a countless fortune in gold and jewels, you mustn't claim it as your own if it doesn't belong to you, because it belongs to someone else. That is what it truly means to leave lost property untouched.
I was deeply moved by this act of leaving lost property untouched!