Do you have a younger brother? Do you have an older sister? How is your sibling relationship? Here is what I have compiled for you. I hope you like it.
Chapter 1: Deep love between brother and sister
My sister is ten years older than me.
Children who have never had a mother since childhood are much more sensible than their peers. When I was a child, although I played with my brother, we would inevitably get into arguments over things to eat or play with. At that time, I always sought the protection of my sister, who almost always stood on my side. Sometimes she knows clearly that I am making trouble unreasonably, but she still asks my brother to let me go. When I was bullied by other children outside and ran home crying, I would be the first to complain to my sister, and then drag her to seek justice for me.
My sister was not fat at all when she was a child, and she looked very good no matter what color she wore. Her braids are always long, hanging down from her head to her waist. When she walks, she is blown by the wind and sways gently to both sides. My sister's hair has a natural fragrance, which smells very good. I often grab the end of her braid and put it in front of my nose to smell it greedily. It is a thin, long fragrance, refreshing. My sister gets up very early every morning, and the first thing she does is comb her hair. Her hands are very dexterous. Sometimes she doesn't use a mirror, even though she can't see her hair with her eyes, but she only relies on two hands to touch it. On a red yarn. In this way, even if my sister's figure is far away or she is mixed in the crowd, I can find her as long as I look for the red ribbon on her braid.
I clearly remember that the night my grandfather was about to die, I slept next to my sister, holding my sister's hand tightly with my little hands, and my palms were all sweaty. I didn't know if my sister was afraid at the time, but I didn't hear her crying. At that time, maybe she still didn't have a clear understanding of life, separation, and death. Grandma, aunt and sister-in-law all gathered around Grandpa's bed and cried. Although my grandfather usually loves me very much, at that specific moment, I was still very scared. I imagined what my grandfather would look like sleeping in a coffin, so I was so scared that I covered my head with a quilt because I was most afraid of seeing the coffin. When my grandfather was healthy, there was an empty coffin upstairs at home. Grandma once said to me, I wonder who used this coffin first. Later, when I grew up, I recalled my grandma’s expression when she said this sentence. She must have hoped that she would be ahead of my grandpa. That way, she would be happy. Because the lonely person left behind has to live in endless longing for his wife day and night, while the person who died is luckier because he has someone to care about him every day. According to the terminology of modern medicine, my grandfather must have suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, because he was working as a cook in the cafeteria of Yuantang Primary School at that time. After preparing dinner for the teachers, his head began to feel dizzy. After he returned to his room and fell asleep, He was unconscious, and after being carried home all night, he just slept soundly, snoring loudly. No matter who screamed, he would not open his eyes, let alone eat. He was forced to feed him sugar water but he did not know how to swallow it. It went down and all flowed out from the corner of the mouth. Only when I called him "Grandpa" did he use his last strength and let out a confused "Hmm" from his throat. So my grandma and aunt and uncle all said that it was only because grandpa loved me the most that they responded to my call.
After my grandfather left, I refused to sleep in my grandma’s bed for a while because I was afraid that my dead grandpa would come to see me in my dreams at night. So, I squeezed into my sister’s bed to sleep. My sister smelled so good, and her body was growing very fast. One time I went back to the room and saw my sister changing clothes. The two breasts on her chest were bulging and looked very elastic. When my sister saw me, she didn't use her hands to block me, she just turned her back quickly. As if I had done something wrong, I took something from the room and ran out. In my hurry, I closed the door for my sister. One night, one of my hands accidentally touched my sister's chest, and she screamed in pain. I found it strange that my sister was not injured, so why did she cry out in pain? From now on, I never dared to touch her body again. When I grew up, I realized that it was because my sister was growing. One time, I caught a cold and had a high fever. My sister kept putting a wet towel on my forehead. My hand accidentally touched my sister's chest again. Seeing that she didn't cry out in pain, I couldn't bear to move away. My sister didn't stop me at that time, but freed up one of her hands to gently pat my back. I felt like I was sleeping in my mother's arms, it was very quiet and peaceful, and I quickly fell asleep.
In the dream, I seemed to see my mother walking towards me, but I couldn't see her face clearly. When I wanted to call my mother, I found that the hands I was holding were my sister's hands. When I woke up, I found that my sister beside me was still awake. She put another cold towel on my forehead, and I felt that my body was no longer hot.
One day, I ran home from outside to drink water. As soon as I entered the door, I heard my sister calling me in the room. The door was closed. It was broad daylight. What was my sister doing in there alone? I stood at the door and called "Sister". She said to me from inside, "Hurry up and put it away on the clothes rack outside the door." A pair of my shorts." I was very curious. It was not a bath at night, so why did I need to change clothes at this time? Did my sister wet her pants? I obediently brought the clothes, and my sister opened the door a crack, took the clothes and closed the door. I stood at the door and waited for a while, thinking that nothing happened. I turned around and was about to go outside to play again. Unexpectedly, my sister called me again: "Go outside and collect some shorts. There are no short ones, long ones are fine!" I went again. When my sister opened the door again, I saw red blood on the ground with sharp eyes. I was so scared that I ran outside because my father was not at home and my grandma was washing clothes in the pond at the door. At that time, there seemed to be no such thing as sanitary napkins on the market, and even if there were, rural people would be reluctant to use them. Grandma had to find clean old clothes and tell her sister what problems to pay attention to. Of course I couldn't have heard this with my own ears; it was something I imagined after the fact. But I learned a certain and exciting information from my grandma: my sister has grown up and has become a woman!
Although my grown-up sister will still play with me when she has time, But she would never let me sleep next to her pillow at night. I really don't understand her behavior. In fact, I don't have to touch her or even touch any part of her body, as long as I can smell her fragrance. It's a pity that such a wish is difficult to realize. Not long after, his father was seriously ill, so he asked his sister to go to the farm in Jiangqiao Township through some connections. Her sister had to work on weekdays and had no time to go home, so she stayed there for more than half a year.
After my father recovered, one time I was ordered by my father to walk more than ten miles of mountain road alone to visit my sister on the farm. Thinking that I would see my sister soon, I almost trotted forward humming a song. When I arrived at the farm, I saw rows of short dormitories for female workers and entered my sister's room.
Chapter 2: The Family Tree of Sisters and Brothers
Dear brother:
How are you lately? It’s been a long time since I wrote to you. I still remember my sister. The first letter I wrote to you? It was when you were in the first grade of junior high school. At that time, you were disobedient, very naughty, and often made your mother angry. I wrote to you to warn you. After all, it was six years ago. In this way, it has been six years since I wrote to you again. Where has the time gone?
At a certain moment on a certain day, you were born. At that time, I was 2 years old, lying on the crib. The sister next to me screamed like a sister, but she didn’t know it was a younger brother. From then on, there was such a naughty ghost in my happy childhood, and I never stopped being quiet. When you were a child, you were very domineering and naughty, although you were much more naughty than you. I was born two years early, but I was often bullied by you. I cried to my parents to complain, but then I still followed you and shouted: "Good brother!" I recall those scenes vividly and warmly. In this way, we grew up playing and fighting. It wasn’t until I went home during the winter vacation not long ago that we stopped. Maybe we have all grown up!
We live in a happy and beautiful family. As the lyrics say, "I love my family, my brothers and my parents. Love means not quarreling and playing with me often..." But fate made a joke for us. Dad had a car accident when you were in the fourth grade of elementary school. After leaving us, my mother supported the family alone and taught us to be brave and strong. From then on, we depended on each other. My mother was very hard, working several jobs by herself, writing manuscripts until late at night... for us When we were studying, at that time, although we gradually came out of the pain of losing our father, we did not get out of that shadow, but we still had to continue living. In this way, we stumbled and grew up slowly under the protection of our mother.
Everyone has a rebellious period, long or short, but your rebellious period seems so long. There have been so many times that my mother and I shuttled between various Internet cafes to search for you. But when I found you, you lowered your head and said nothing like other children who made mistakes. At that time, I wanted to beat you severely, but my mother gave you the chance again and again. I didn't expect that you were still so disobedient, again and again. Earth, let me know the meaning of hating iron but not steel, but do you know? When my mother beats you so hard, her heart will hurt, and she will know that I am crying silently in the room and hope that you can Be obedient and you will no longer be punished by your mother. There were countless times like this, but you were like a wild horse that could not be pulled back no matter how hard you pulled it. Later, your mother sent you to your hometown for labor reform.
I still remember one time when my mother called my grandfather and said that you were disobedient. Grandpa didn’t sleep that night and came to see you on his bicycle early the next morning. My mother was angry and said that she would hand you over to your grandfather. , Grandpa wanted me to intercede for you when I came back from school, but I was too angry at the time and yelled a few words to Grandpa. That was the only time I did that to Grandpa. Now that he is gone, he will not intercede for you. You won’t be so tired anymore... But dad and grandpa will see us grow up quietly and peacefully in a place where we can’t see. They will be happy for your slight progress now and feel proud of you. pride.
I remember Wang Guozhen once said that a thousand mothers have a thousand kinds of love, but I want to say that a thousand children also have a thousand kinds of love for their mothers. We all love our mothers, and our mothers have worked hard for us. Throughout my youth, when other mothers were wandering between shopping and cosmetics, my mother was working and doing odd jobs; but when other mothers were sleeping beautifully, my mother was alone in front of the cold computer. Sometimes my mother looked like a child in front of us, You need our care, don’t make your mother cry anymore, don’t let your mother worry anymore, sister knows that you are already working hard, let’s work together, for mother! And for ourselves, okay?
Sister, I know, you are Yes, I will study hard and have the confidence to face the college entrance examination. In the past seven or eight years, we have cried, had troubles, and been disappointed together. Although it was full of sad tears, it was like the three of us fell into a trough of fate. Although under the influence of wind and rain, the mud It was unbearable, stumbling, and difficult to walk, but we persisted, struggling and rolling in the mud, not afraid of difficulties and continued to climb up the valley to pursue the sun rising from the horizon, and the sunlight at that time was shining on our dirty bodies. , the body and mind can be liberated, and the sun will be extra bright then... I once hoped for that. Now we are still on the road, only a short distance from the top of the valley. Looking back at the footprints we have walked, you will have the courage. Keep moving forward and be more down-to-earth, right?
Actually, as a sister, I blame myself for not setting a good example for you, really. We are two years apart in age, neither long nor short, long or short. It is long because I am the elder sister and I have the responsibility and obligation to take care of my younger brother. But it is short because there is no generation gap between us and we can be either big or small. In fact, I know everything about your life. When other classmates are wandering around the snack bar of the store, when others have things that you don’t have, such as mobile phones, new clothes, and many other unexpected times, even though you don’t need to express it in words, my sister will. I understand how sensible and hardworking my brother is. I am very pleased and sincerely hope that my brother will make progress in his studies. I checked the calendar and found that there are less than 100 days until the college entrance examination. Sister, I hope you can put everything aside and realize your dream of the college entrance examination.
After ten years of studying hard, a test paper will finally determine the path you will take in the future. Although my sister is studying abroad and cannot be by your side, I live, study, read, and write seriously, and I am very fulfilled every day. My sister cares about you and my mother. No matter what, you and my mother are the most important people in my heart. It is my life, for a better life in the future, let’s work hard together!
Sister will always be sister, brother will always be brother, just like the family tree, if you are the branch, I will be the stem , and mother is our root, isn’t it?
I love you, sister
A letter to my younger brother who is about to face the college entrance examination
3, 2014 January 1st
Chapter 3: Brother-Sister Love
The winter of 2012 was exceptionally warm, losing the coldness of the past. The weather in the coastal town of Ganyu was foggy, with fishy raindrops floating in the sky. We didn't bring any rain gear, as if we wanted the winter rain to soak us and wake us up.
The pain and anger accumulated in my heart for so many years should finally be released. The judge announced the final result. From then on, she ended her prison-like married life. She was no longer bullied by her children or ridiculed by her husband. To be more precise, she no longer had to suffer the inner struggle and torture. You can start to pursue your own piece of blue sky. The asphalt road in front of the court was dark, seeming to challenge us and block our progress. At the end of the road was my husband's disappearing figure. We looked at each other and smiled, with tears in our eyes.
In 1997, my sister and I studied in the same primary school in the village. The school was very simple, and the classroom windows had no glass. The only room with glass was the room where the teacher worked. In winter we are freezing to the core, and our little hands are swollen every winter. Despite this, we still had to sit upright in the classroom. We were all afraid of the old teacher who taught us mathematics. He looked scary. He always stared at others and never put down his ruler in his hand. , I don’t know how many people the ring has beaten. Every time I come home from school, my sister always has a red face, covering her hands with undried tears in her eyes. When she returns to her aunt's house, she still has to suffer from their anger. In order to vent my anger for my sister, I would often deflate the tires of my teacher's broken bicycle. Every time I saw him looking at a loss, my sister and I would secretly laugh, thinking that we had gained a psychological balance and comfort. The most serious one was when he was sitting at his desk reading a book. I picked up a small stone and threw it at him. As a result, the glass broke and his glasses were knocked off. For my sister, I would do anything for my sister. Yes, as long as she isn't bullied. My aunt was very harsh on us. She never gave us pocket money. She also asked us, my sister and me, to cook and wash the dishes. It was not good to have less food and less clothing. One time when I came home from late school, my sister was standing blankly in the canteen at the school gate. I ran over and asked her what she was doing here. She was at a loss and secretly said: "Be good, wait for me outside, while my sister buys candy." For you to eat”. We were afraid of being heard by others because we had no money. When she came out, she only had a piece of candy in her hand. My sister carefully peeled off the candy wrapper and let me take a bite. She immediately stuffed the rest into her mouth, fearing that I would ask her for it again. On the way, I asked her where she got the money to buy it. She said with embarrassment: I bought a piece of candy with the five cents I picked up on the road. I also wanted to ask the boss for an extra piece, but he wouldn’t give it to me no matter what I said. She was really stingy. . When I looked up at her, she smiled sheepishly and turned her head to the side. I smiled too, with tears in my eyes, but neither of us let the other see it.
When we graduated from elementary school, my aunt stopped sending us to school, saying that it cost too much and your parents didn’t have much money left. My sister said, "I don't want to go to school. Let my younger brother go to school. He is still young. I go out to work to earn money for my brother's education." After begging my aunt for two days, she reluctantly agreed. The reform and opening up area in southern Jiangsu seems to be extremely modern. My sister from the countryside went to work alone in Suzhou, which is not very friendly to people. I don't know how much grievances and sufferings she suffered. I don’t have a good impression of Suzhou now, maybe it’s the shadow left by that time. While I was working, my sister would send 800 yuan home at the end of every month. Only at the end of the month would my aunt cook me a meal of meat. At other times, I would only watch my brothers and sisters eat meat. I only smell the aroma of meat but don’t know the taste of meat. My sister is never willing to spend money. She sends 800 yuan of her monthly salary of 900 yuan to her family, and the rest is just some cheap daily necessities. In my impression, my sister has not been back home once for three years. During the holidays, her overtime wages are high. In order to make more money, she doesn't want to go home.
In the winter of 2006, I had nothing to do at home during the winter vacation. Apart from picking grass in the fields every day, I sat on the bridge at the entrance of the village and looked into the distance, hoping that my sister would come back to see me. She was The only person who loves me. After the Laba Festival, my sister, who had been separated for three years, finally came back. She was still the same as I remembered her. She was still so good to me, and she hadn’t changed at all. But the good times didn't last long. Five days later, the wedding team arrived at the door of my aunt's house. I didn't know what getting married meant. I just wanted my sister not to leave me. My aunt scolded me: What do children know? Girls are older. You should get married. Later I heard that the man was 15 years older than my sister, and he also had a child at home. I didn’t know why my aunt agreed to this marriage. Wasn’t it her child, so she didn’t feel bad about it? The night before the wedding, I went to bed On my sister's bed, she secretly gave me 500 yuan. Tell me: "This is what my sister saved when she was working. It will be used for you to go to school, buy new clothes to wear, and buy more candies to eat."
She also said that she must listen to her aunt in the future and stop being naughty. I will come back to see you often." I just nodded my head and didn't listen to anything. I just thought that the sky would never get bright again, so that I could I was with my sister. It was still getting bright, and people would eventually separate. When my sister was picked up, I kept chasing her behind the car. , shouting loudly: Sister-Sister-Sister-Mom. She just kept waving her hands in the car. I don’t know how I went back to my parents’ home on the third day after the wedding. My sister and the man came back. I stood at the door without saying anything. I just looked at my sister and smiled at each other, with tears in my eyes.