Read the following story
slowly, it's a turbulent story I have a brother who is three years
younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief that all the girls
around me seemed to be. One day I stole 50 cents from my father's
drawer. Father had discovered the stolen money immediately. He made me
and my little brother kneel against the wall while holding a bamboo
stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" I was stunned to speak too
anxiously. None of us confessed guilt, so he said: "Well, if no one
wants to admit it, they should be beaten two!" Picked up the bamboo
cane. Suddenly my younger brother grabbed the father's hand, saying,
"Dad, I was the one who made it!"
The long stick hit my brother's back several times. Father was so angry that he kept my brother whipped until he lost his breath. Then he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learned to fly from your own homeland now." What other embarrassing things can be done in the future? You must be beaten to death, thief! That night, my mother and I kissed my brother. Her body was full of wounds from beating, but never shed a single crack. In the middle of the night, suddenly I cried aloud. My brother stuck my mouth with his little hand and told me, sister, no longer cry now. It all happened. I still don't hate myself enough courage to admit what I've done. The years passed, but the incident seemed to happen yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression if he protected me. This year my brother was 8 years old and I was eleven years old. When my brother was in his last year of high school, he was accepted into a higher secondary school in the middle. At the same time I was accepted into a university in the province. This evening, the Father crouches in the yard, smoking, packed by pack. Can I hear that you ask my mother, "our two children have good results?" Very good results? Mother dried her tears and sigh, "What is the use?" How can we finance both? At that moment my brother came out, stood before the father and said, "Papa, I will not continue my study, I read enough books". Father turned his hand and beat my brother in his face.
"Why do you have such a weak mind?", even if it means that I have to beg for money in the streets, I will send two of them to school until they have finished their studies! And then he called to call every house in town to borrow money. He drew my hand as gently as I had on my brother's swelling, and said, "a child must continue his study;" if not; They will not be able to overcome this poverty that we are living. "On the other hand, I had decided not to deepen my study at the university." No one knew that the next day before daybreak, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn clothes and some dry beans. He was on my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; Sister, getting into a college isn't easy. I'm going to get a job and send him money. I kept the note while I was sitting in my bed, and I cried until I lost my voice. That year my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money that the father borrowed from all the people, and the money my brother deserves by wearing cement on his back at a construction site, I finally managed to reach the third year of my study at the university. One day while I was studying in my room, my roommate came and said, "There is a villager waiting for you outside!" "Why would a villager get me?" I went out and saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered in dirt, dust, cement and sand. I said, "Why didn't you tell my partner that you were my brother?" "He answered with a smile:" Look at my appearance. " What are you going to think when you know I'm your brother? " They don't make you funny? I felt so touched, and the tears filled my eyes. I removed the dirt and dust from my brother's body. And he spoke with a piece in his throat, "no matter what people would say!" Are you my brother, no matter what your appearance is? From his pocket drew a hair-butterfly clip. He put it in my hair and said, "I have seen that all the girls in town use it." I think I should too. I couldn't bear it anymore. I threw my brother in my arms and cried. That year my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed that the defective window was repaired the first time I got my from my boyfriends home .
The long stick hit my brother's back several times. Father was so angry that he kept my brother whipped until he lost his breath. Then he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learned to fly from your own homeland now." What other embarrassing things can be done in the future? You must be beaten to death, thief! That night, my mother and I kissed my brother. Her body was full of wounds from beating, but never shed a single crack. In the middle of the night, suddenly I cried aloud. My brother stuck my mouth with his little hand and told me, sister, no longer cry now. It all happened. I still don't hate myself enough courage to admit what I've done. The years passed, but the incident seemed to happen yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression if he protected me. This year my brother was 8 years old and I was eleven years old. When my brother was in his last year of high school, he was accepted into a higher secondary school in the middle. At the same time I was accepted into a university in the province. This evening, the Father crouches in the yard, smoking, packed by pack. Can I hear that you ask my mother, "our two children have good results?" Very good results? Mother dried her tears and sigh, "What is the use?" How can we finance both? At that moment my brother came out, stood before the father and said, "Papa, I will not continue my study, I read enough books". Father turned his hand and beat my brother in his face.
"Why do you have such a weak mind?", even if it means that I have to beg for money in the streets, I will send two of them to school until they have finished their studies! And then he called to call every house in town to borrow money. He drew my hand as gently as I had on my brother's swelling, and said, "a child must continue his study;" if not; They will not be able to overcome this poverty that we are living. "On the other hand, I had decided not to deepen my study at the university." No one knew that the next day before daybreak, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn clothes and some dry beans. He was on my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; Sister, getting into a college isn't easy. I'm going to get a job and send him money. I kept the note while I was sitting in my bed, and I cried until I lost my voice. That year my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money that the father borrowed from all the people, and the money my brother deserves by wearing cement on his back at a construction site, I finally managed to reach the third year of my study at the university. One day while I was studying in my room, my roommate came and said, "There is a villager waiting for you outside!" "Why would a villager get me?" I went out and saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered in dirt, dust, cement and sand. I said, "Why didn't you tell my partner that you were my brother?" "He answered with a smile:" Look at my appearance. " What are you going to think when you know I'm your brother? " They don't make you funny? I felt so touched, and the tears filled my eyes. I removed the dirt and dust from my brother's body. And he spoke with a piece in his throat, "no matter what people would say!" Are you my brother, no matter what your appearance is? From his pocket drew a hair-butterfly clip. He put it in my hair and said, "I have seen that all the girls in town use it." I think I should too. I couldn't bear it anymore. I threw my brother in my arms and cried. That year my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed that the defective window was repaired the first time I got my from my boyfriends home .
They
cleaned the house. When my friend left, I danced like a little girl in
front of my mom, mom, they didn't have to spend so much time cleaning
the house! "But she told me with a smile:" It was your brother who came
home early to clean the house. "Haven't you seen the wound in your hand?
He injured his hand as he replaced the window. I went to my brother's
room. Looking at his thin face, I felt like hundreds of needles stung in
my heart. I put an ointment on his wound and I have a bandage on it,
"Does it hurt?" I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt." You know, when in
the room, the stones fall on my feet... Even that could not prevent me
from working. In the middle of the sentence he stopped. I turned back
and the tears ran down my face. In the middle of the sentence he
stopped. I turned back and the tears ran down my face. That year my
brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. When I got married, I
lived in town. Several times my H... I invited my parents to live with
us, but they didn't want to. They said they once left the city, they
didn't know what to do. My brother agreed with you. He said, "sister,
you only care about your laws." I'll take care of mom and dad. My
husband became director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept
the offer to be the manager of the maintenance service. But my brother
refused the offer. He insisted on working as a mechanic instead of
starting. One day my brother was at the top of a ladder that repaired a
wire as he was through the electric current, and he was sent to the
hospital.
My
husband and I visited him in the hospital. Looking at the cast plaster
on his leg, I lament, "Why did you reject the offer to be a manager?"
The managers won't do anything dangerous. Look at you, you're badly
injured. Why didn't you listen to us? With a serious expression in his
face, he defended his decision, "think of the brother-in-law." He was
just the director, and I was not trained, and would be a manager, what
kind of rumors would fly around? My husband's eyes filled with tears,
and then he said: "But they lack education just for me!" "Why do you
speak of the past?" he said, and then took my hand. This year I was 26
years old and I was 29. My brother was 30 years old when he married a
farmer in the village. During the wedding reception, the master of
ceremonies asked: "Who is the person you respect and love the most?"
Without even taking the time to think, he replied, "my sister." He told
him a story he couldn't even remember.
"When
I was in elementary school, the school was in another city." Every day,
my sister and I went to school and home for two hours. One day I lost
the other pair of gloves. My sister gave me one. He only wore a glove
and had to disappear. When we got home, their hands were shaking because
of the cold that they couldn't even hold their chopsticks. From that
day on, I swore that while I was alive, I'd take care of my sister and
always be nice to her. Applause filled the room. All the guests have
called my attention. I found it difficult to speak, "in all my life I
want to thank most, it is my brother," and on this happy occasion,
before the crowd, the tears rolled back on my face. Moral of the story:
Love and care for the ones you love every day of your life. You may
think that what you have done is just a little action, but for someone,
it can mean a lot.
