My whole life
I like to listen to Shuimunianhua's "My Life With You". Because of you, I love mathematics and like table tennis; because of you, I don’t have to learn to cook early; because of you, I don’t have to be punished for getting into trouble; because of you... Because I have you in my life, I am a sister who has you as a role model and someone who loves me. . But do you know, in fact, you have me all your life...
I remember it must have been very painful when you were beaten for not going to school. You cried in pain, but stubbornly said, "I won't go!" I stood on the side of the road, feeling the pain for you. I really wanted to rush up to help you, I really wanted to share your pain, and I even really wanted you to say "go" and I could go with you, but I never spoke. It just hurt my teeth and hurt my hands when I held them. . When you are finally sent to school, you will definitely not notice me crying on the roadside, but I am here! I was eight years old that year.
I remember you skipping class for table tennis in the third grade of junior high school, braving the scorching sun and enduring hunger to get crazy about it. At noon in the scorching summer, there was sweating mud, and there was me standing aside. I want you to take a break, I want you to eat, and I want you to have a good time in class. Your refusal made me accompany you silently, not knowing whether you wanted to persuade stubbornly or to share your burden quietly. Even though he returned to the classroom obediently, his heart still never left. I was thirteen years old that year.
I remember that you were working outside after graduation. I accidentally opened your diary and saw your hard work and longing for you. I cry silently in the room, wanting you to take good care of yourself, wanting you to come back, wanting to share the burden with you, and willing to exchange with you. I left my handwriting on the diary to let you know: you will not be alone, I will always be there, in the corner that you cannot see. I was fifteen years old that year.
I remember the night before you got married, you went to play with a few friends. I told you over and over again, "Don't play too late." My friend joked: "I wonder whether I should marry my sister or my sister?" No. I went with you and waited absentmindedly for your return. Maybe you don't know: I have always been there, repeating the phrase "Don't play too late."
The next day, I sent you to the sedan chair and wanted to wish you happiness, but I couldn't squeeze out a smile. At the lunch table, the words "I feel so empty after my sister left" defeated me with the last bite of rice. Rushed back upstairs and locked himself in his room. Lying on the bed, tears washed every bit of you so clearly, I couldn't help crying. You want your friends to spend time with you, but before the text message is sent, tears fall first, asking you to "be with my sister well" and "she doesn't know how to drink, don't let others drink her" clearly. Did you know? I am here! Always there! I was eighteen years old that year.
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What I like most is when people say: "I really envy you for having a good sister!" I want you to know that you will always have me! Remember that blessing: Sister, I wish you a happy life! The person I hope to be happy most is you. If you are not happy enough, I will give you my share! I bless you forever, maybe just in a silent corner.