An eight-year-old boy is the naughty age for cats and dogs. He was having fun with his friends outside when his parents told him to go home and take care of his sleeping sister. I don't want to lose my fun, but I'm afraid my sister will wake up in the house and fall out of bed. So the eight-year-old boy took the responsibility alone, carried his sleeping sister outside the house and put her bag gently on the stone table in the yard. ...
That night, she suddenly had a high fever, which disturbed the family's dream. She caught a cold on the stone table in the yard. In the middle of the night, my mother picked her up and rushed to the barefoot doctor's house at the head of the village. The sleepy country doctor fumbled for a needle and admitted her health. The needle happened to prick her sciatic nerve. After that, her parents dragged her from one hospital to another, but she never got up. ...
Since she was sentenced by medical doctors to lose the right to stand and walk forever, an unwritten rule has been formed at home, and her brother has become her leg. She wants to play outside, she wants to go to the market outside the village to see something new ... as long as she opens her mouth, no matter how busy her brother is, she must put down what she is doing to fulfill her request. On the path extending from the entrance of the village to the outside of the village, my brother carried her figure and became a fixed landscape in the countryside.
Her temper grows with age. Because she knows more and more what role the big boy behind her plays in her destiny. Mother often looks at her children and sighs for no reason, while brother dotes on her and endures her bad temper without limit. She has learned to read the sadness and cherish in his eyes from time to time, but she won't accept it, which will only make her feel worse. She cried in front of her brother again and again, and tried to stand up in front of her brother again and again in vain. Watching her brother painfully pull down his hair and dry the tears in his eyes, there will be an unspeakable happiness in her little heart. ...
She was eight years old, and when she reached school age, she cried to go to school. Her mother hesitated in tears for the first time: "How can you go to school if you can't walk like this?" Besides, even if you really read a book, what's the use ... "
At that time, my 16-year-old brother had been admitted to the middle school in the county and won the first place in the county. My brother once comforted her more than once, saying that she would go to medical university in the future and cure her leg ... but she didn't have the patience to wait until that day, and a very realistic problem was cruelly placed in front of her. She lost her legs when her brother went abroad to study. That reality, she can't stand.
On the day my brother received the admission notice, the whole family looked around happily with his letter. Only she, a person hiding in the corner secretly crying. She is eight years old and has learned that sometimes silent tears are her best weapon. Sure enough, my brother soon found her in the corner. He came over gently and put his arm around her shoulder. "Jane, if you want to study, my brother will carry you ..."
Early the next morning, when she was still sleeping, she heard her mother sobbing in a low voice outside the house: "son, you can't blame all the mistakes on you." She has already done that, and you can't build your own future for her. " What hope do you have for me and your father? "
"Mom, I have the strength. Even if I can't go to school in the future, I can try my best to make a living, but my sister can't. Her best way out is to study ... "That's my brother's choking voice.
This is the first time she has shed tears for her brother. Hiding in the quilt, biting the corner of the quilt, her tears wet the quilt. But she still succumbed to her selfishness. My brother is right. At least, he still has the strength to fight for his future. She can only take the most important first step in life with her brother's leg.
That winter was a severe winter and snowy day that I hadn't seen for many years. A few days and nights of strong winds rolled large snowflakes, wrapping their small village into a vast white world. Outside, knee-deep snow blocked all roads leading to the village. ...
She has always had a strong passion for going to school. She stayed in the warm bed, listening to the cold wind beating wildly on the window glass outside. For the first time, she had the idea of playing truant: the teacher might not even go to school in this weather.
My brother still pulled her out of the hot bed: "Go, I'll take you to school!" " "The firmness in her voice doesn't allow her to refute anything.
At that time, my brother had been carrying her on the village road to school for half a year. He tore up the admission notice after all. He found a temporary job in a brick factory not far from the village. He usually does odd jobs and picks her up when she goes to school.
From home to school, you have to go through a reservoir levee. When the weather is fine and the road is good, my brother has to carry her carefully. When I passed the levee again that day, knee-deep snow buried the boundary of the road. She lay on her brother's back, listening to him panting and moving forward step by step carefully ... but the road is more than 100 meters long. That day, she lay on her back and her brother walked for more than half an hour. Fall, get up, fall again, get up again ... until she cried in the snow and refused to get up again: "Brother, can't we go to school?"
This is the first time she has seen her brother lose his temper with her. His eyes were red and he was panting: "If you say such disappointing words again, I really don't care about you. I'll leave you here ... "No matter what she said, my brother bent down and carried her on his back. It's cold and the road is slippery. She was frozen stiff and had no support. He was too tired to carry her several times, but he couldn't carry her again. In the heavy snow and biting cold wind, my brother suddenly gave up all his efforts, held her in his arms and cried, "Sister, I did this to you, but you have to believe that as long as my brother is here, I will let you go wherever you want ..."
That day, their brother and sister arrived at the school, and there was only one teacher in the empty campus. None of the dozens of pupils in the school went to class. When my brother appeared in the teacher's sight behind her back, the teacher's eyes were red: "OK, let's go to class."
In the classroom, she sat quietly in her seat, and her brother sat next to her, satisfied. The teacher gave her a lesson on the stage. ...
That was the most unforgettable lesson in her life. In that class, my brother gently told her: storms and blizzards are sieves, and those who can withstand them are the strong ones of fate. From then on, she began to understand her brother slowly.
Five years in primary school, my brother carried her for five years. Family story is an old story. When she was admitted to the town middle school with the first place in the town, her brother, who was only in his early twenties, had sporadic white hair on his head. Years of hard work robbed him of his youth prematurely. But he was beaming with her acceptance letter in his hand: "I told you, my sister is better than my brother ..." She turned her head to one side to prevent her brother from seeing the tears in her eyes. If it weren't for her, my brother would be walking on the university campus now.
With the support of her brother, fate smiled at her bit by bit. For three years in junior high school, her grades have been among the best in her class. After graduating from junior high school, she was promoted to the county key high school with excellent results. Reading high school, and then admitted to the medical university, I fulfilled my brother's unfulfilled wish, and that dream became more and more clear and within reach. But just as she was about to reap the fruits of success, fate played a cruel joke on her again. On the eve of her college entrance examination, disaster struck again. My parents, who are over 500 years old, go to the market by a neighbor's tricycle. The tricycle turned into a deep ditch on the side of the road, and my parents left them forever with infinite worries. ...