Sister

1)

Sister left, she left with a large bag of old clothes and was satisfied.

Coming back from the station, I got on the bus. There are a group of expressionless people in a crowded carriage. The crowd can be roughly divided into two types of people: those standing and those sitting. The car was driving very fast, and the crowd around us had expressionless faces. The female conductor shouted loudly, telling pedestrians on the roadside to get out of the way quickly. I turned my head and looked out the window, and couldn't help but think of my sister again. In my impression, my sister’s face is always sincere and full of hope.

2)

When I think of my sister, there is a dull pain in my chest, and sad feelings wrap around my heart like vines. My sister is from a rural area. She is the oldest child in our family. She is only in her forties, but she looks very old, as if she is in her sixties. Among the children in our family, she is the only one who is still farming in her hometown, and her life is pretty good. My parents were educated youths who went to the countryside. Since the quota for returning to the city was insufficient, my sister gave up the quota to my eldest brother and stayed in her hometown.

My sister comes to the city to stay for a few days every year. She says she is here for a visit, but actually she wants to visit her parents and me. Over the years, my sister has been thinking about us. Every time she comes, she has to carry some agricultural products, such as plump beans, golden millet or dried mountain vegetables. I have advised her several times: "Don't carry these things in the future. It's very tiring. You can buy them in the city."

Faced with my brother's persuasion, my sister always said, "Sure." , I won’t take these next time. However, the next time she came, she still carried things on her shoulders and hands. She couldn't lie. When she saw me, her expression was unnatural and her smile was very reserved. She said, "I'm coming to see my parents. How can I come empty-handed? These are grown in the earth and don't cost money to buy."

< p>My sister still has the same temper as before. She thinks what is right, no matter what others say, she will do what she wants. She actually missed her parents very much, but every time she came to the city, she would stay for three or two days at most and then leave in a hurry, for fear of causing trouble to me. Every time I give her clothes that I don’t wear, she is very happy and keeps saying that these clothes are still new.

3)

I am the youngest at home, and my sister is eight years older than me. When I was a child, she loved me the most. At that time, our family lived in the countryside. My father farmed, my mother took care of the housework, and my eldest sister took care of the three brothers and us.

In my memory, what I admire most about my sister is that she is very optimistic about life and I rarely see her cry. Because it has been a long time since the past happened, I can recall fewer and fewer fragments of my life, but I will never forget the injustice my sister suffered because of me.

In the Northeast, the burning wood in most farmers’ homes is made of grain stalks harvested in autumn, which are piled in piles in front of and behind the house. One year, there was not much corn planted at home, and the stalks were almost used up before winter passed. In order to find burning materials for heating, my sister thought of many ways. Finally, she made a rake out of the wire she picked up, and went to a town twenty miles away every day to pick coal cores. To get to the town, you have to pass a railway line. Next to the railway line, there is a factory where coal is piled in the open air. One time, my sister and I came back from picking coal cores. I held two black and shiny pieces of raw coal and put them in the basket. My sister saw it and agreed to it no matter what, and insisted on letting me put it back. I remember asking her at that time, why can't I take it home? She said, this coal is not yours, you can't take it.

I retorted to her and said, since no one saw it, I should just pick it up. My sister hit me angrily. She said: No one saw it, but God did. My sister looked very scary at that time. I was crying and had to put the coal back again.

In the mid-1970s, I went to a middle school in the countryside. Because I was far away from home, I lived in the school every semester, eating and living with the children in my class. At that time, the family's life had improved slightly, and my father asked someone to find a job for my sister as a salesperson in a supply and marketing cooperative. My sister is very concerned about her work. She goes out early and comes back late every day. Sometimes she takes time to visit me at school when she is free, and she tries her best to bring me some delicious food. One winter, she came to school in the heavy snow and took out a bag of fruit candies from her backpack. That bag of fruit candies was my most precious snack that winter. I later learned that my sister had stayed up late pasting matchbooks to earn money to buy it. She bought fruit candies and divided them into three packages and gave them to her brothers. She couldn't bear to eat them herself, so she left the biggest package for me. There is only one reason why my sister is good to me, and she has said it many times since she was a child. She said, brother, my sister loves you not because you are the youngest, but because she hopes that you will grow up and be successful. That is why my sister loves you so much.

4)

My sister did not receive compulsory education when she was young. She knew all the words from the old textbooks thrown away by her brothers. Her self-study speed was very slow, but the results were very solid. She writes almost all the notices at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative. Her writing is not pretty, but her attitude is very serious. Even though she only had a dozen or so Chinese characters, she didn't scribble them. She would practice writing them on the newspaper at least seven or eight times, and then write them down on red paper solemnly.

In my impression, my sister rarely joked with her brothers. She always smiled and watched us play from a distance. After the busy farming season in autumn, while taking advantage of the free time to dry the grain on the threshing floor, my sister often taught her brothers to weave small things with straw. The ponies or birds she made were lifelike. We boys are clumsy and can never learn from it.

I remember I asked my sister, I am a pig, sister, what do you belong to?

My sister smiled and said, my sister is an ant. She answered me like this, probably to tease me, but when I was young, I really thought she was an ant. From then on, people always shouted around her -----[Sister Ant].

In life, my sister is indeed like a hard-working ant. For the sake of this poor family, she married late and married a foreigner who was more than ten years older than her and was a carpenter. My brother-in-law is a very good person. He leaves everything at home to his sister. He just works hard and earns money to support the family. The sofa in my living room was made by my brother-in-law. It is very strong and has not been broken for almost six years. The day my sister got married was the saddest day in my life. My eldest brother and my second brother were busy carrying the dowry, and I sat on the threshold wiping my tears. In fact, I quite like the excitement, but when my sister was crying in the room, I couldn't help but cry too. She said that from now on she would no longer be able to see her brother every day, and would leave this home and become a member of someone else's family.

On the wedding day, my sister wore a red hijab on her head according to the custom in the village. I opened a slit and looked at her. She was very beautiful, but her eyes were as red as walnuts. I am very sad, and I know my parents are equally sad. There is only such a girl among the children in our family. Although the family is very poor, she is as precious as her sisters from rich families.

5)

More than ten years have passed, and my sister has entered middle age. She has been living in the old house in her hometown. For this reason, I discussed building a house for my sister with my eldest and second brothers who work in Dalian, but she said nothing. She said she was used to living in an old house and didn't have to worry about her brothers.

Last summer, my sister suffered from cataracts due to years of hard work. With the persuasion of her family, she came to the city to see a doctor. She was almost blind and could only regain her vision by having her corneas replaced. It was only after her brothers begged that she was admitted to the hospital ward. She is afraid of spending money and is stingy even with money for medical treatment. According to the hospital, patients with cataracts cannot undergo surgery until they are mature. Taking advantage of my sister's free time in the hospital, the three of us pooled some money together to build a new brick house for our sister's family. At that time, my brother-in-law disagreed, but it was easier to convince my brother-in-law than my sister.

Six months later, my sister recovered and was discharged from the hospital. On the way home, we didn't tell her about the house. As soon as we stepped into the yard, she froze.

She couldn't believe her eyes, but everything was real. My eldest brother, my second brother, and my parents were all sitting in the south room. Only my brother-in-law stood helplessly at the window. He knew that he had gone against his sister's wishes and was very embarrassed. He was afraid that her sister would blame him.

My sister cooked dinner. My sister’s fried pancakes are delicious. When we were young, we especially loved eating the scallion pancakes she made.

After dinner, a large family chatted on the kang. My sister went to the kitchen to make tea and didn't come back for a long time. When I went to the kitchen, I saw my sister crying. I advised her not to cry, but her tears just couldn't stop.

I said to her with tears in my eyes: "Sister, we have grown up. You should be happy." My sister wiped away the tears with her big hands covered with wrinkles and cracks, and replied in a hoarse voice. : My sister is happy, she cries when she is happy. At that moment, I held my short sister in my arms and cried silently. Sister, you don’t know that your brothers have always loved you like their father and mother.

6)

On the long-distance bus returning to the city from my hometown, I handed a tape to the driver and said to him: Play this song. The bearded driver looked up at me and reluctantly inserted the tape into the groove. In an instant, a burst of long-lost music filled every corner of the carriage. It was "Sister" sung by Zhang Chu. I bought this tape at a small stall in the town. The singing is high-pitched and desolate------

It’s still snowing this winter/

Standing on the road with eyes Don't blink/

My heartbeat is still very gentle/

You should praise me for being obedient today/

My clothes are a little too big/

You said I look pretty/

I know I look silly standing in the crowd/

Facing the crowd in front of me/

I have to wear it and be chic/

I know you look fake from the side/

Oh sister, I want to go home/

Hold my hand I'm a little sleepy/

Oh sister, take me home/

You don't have to be afraid to hold my hand...

While the song was playing, the driver Suddenly he turned his head and asked me: "Brother, where did you find this song?"

"I bought it in the town." I said.

“I have a sister who was very kind to me when I was a child. I haven’t heard this song for a long time. I used to sing it when I was young. Unfortunately, she died of illness last year and can no longer hear me singing. " His eyes were shining with tears as he spoke.

The car was running fast on the wide highway. I looked ahead and said - "I also have a sister who is still in my hometown. She is the person I care about most in this life."

Two hours later, the car turned a curve. Through the car window, I could vaguely see the outline of the city ahead. My home was almost there.

This is the city where I live and work. There are high-rise buildings here, but my sister is not here.

My sister is still in my hometown. The land there once raised me. There are very tall locust trees, many crops, and the ants who are constantly running on the ridges of the fields to make a living... …

7)

The terminal is here. At this moment, the distance between me and my sister is 187 kilometers. Are we very far apart? No! I know that this distance is only one step away in our hearts.

In the open space at the station, I looked in the direction of my hometown and shouted something in my heart. This sentence has been in my heart for a long time, and I never had the courage to say it to her.

Sister----, I love you! Dear sister.

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< p>Friends are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Only when combined can they become a beautiful picture. Yes, it is fate that brings our puzzle pieces of different colors together to form a colorful picture. My dear friend, we are about to say goodbye, but I have many intimate words that I haven’t finished speaking to you, and the wishes I made together have yet to come true. Facing you, I don’t know what to say at this moment, and I don’t know when to meet you. The road of life is still long. In the days to come, we cannot be together forever. You need to face many difficulties alone. Let me give you the most sincere blessings in my heart and let it accompany you on your new journey.