A poem for my sister.

In this cherry blossom season, I hold your hand and want to walk to the end of the forest.

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You and I let the wind blow at the seaside, watching your childish cheeks reveal a trace of joy. I gently smooth the sweat on your cheeks, and you lean comfortably on my chest. You said you wanted to accompany me to the end of the forest. ...

Remember how we met? I asked how old you are, and you answered me shyly. From then on, I called you sister. At first, you were like a budding bud, emitting a faint fragrance, well, very elegant, which made me irresistible.

Time flies, we have known each other for a year. In this year, I never shed tears, but smiled. I am used to leaning my head on your shoulder, as if it were my safest harbor. I giggled, and you gently touched my face and said that I should grow up, right? I don't, I don't want it. I want to lean on you and walk through the end of the forest.

Sister, you still have ten days before the senior high school entrance examination. You said I was an important person in your life, so you must be well. You should get into your ideal high school and tell me that you are great. Yes, sister, you have always been great. You gave me a lot of things and told me to be strong. The senior high school entrance examination is just an exam. Oh, my sister believes you can.

Don't be afraid. Think about it. Will you let me down? Sister, I'm going to take the mid-term exam soon. You promised me that you would work hard. Our friendship will always bloom under the cherry blossoms, and you will accompany me to the end of the forest, so: never leave.

Hold hands and go straight ahead. Finally, you see, the cherry blossoms are in bloom. I will wait for you under the tree. Don't worry, I pray for you. You are sure to reach the top this year. I love you, sister. Thank you. Please work hard.

enjoy oneself so much as to forget to go home