There is always my season

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Looking at the golden leaves and the petals that danced in the sky, I realized that autumn is coming again, the season that made me sad and tearful...

Remember, it was a late autumn, he, my brother, forever, left me. Although there is no blood between us, we are like brothers. He is an indelible memory in my life...

On that day, the clouds in the sky were densely covered and the whole city was in a gloomy state. There was a fine rain line floating in the sky, mixed with a small piece of snow. My mood is as dark as the day; my heart is already cold like the rain and snow. Because my brother, he will leave me forever, and I will not have the courage to see his last side...

Brother, he is very good to me, he is very considerate to me, I am really happy. When I eat with us, he always puts the dishes I love into my bowl; even if he goes out to eat with friends, he will pack the delicious food first and bring it back to me after the meal. Sometimes, my mood is not good and I am easily angry. Take him as a punching bag and start a fire on him. He is playing and smashing again. The most excessive time is to take the teapot and smash it at him. However, no matter how I beat him, he always smiled at me, every time. When I vent enough, he will hold me in my arms and comfort me.

It’s wonderful to have my brother in the day, I am very happy and very satisfied. However, God is the one who loves to tease people, and must take his brother away from me. His brother was ill and went to the hospital. He got a very serious illness. He told the doctor that his brother only had three months... I heard the message, I was embarrassed, but my brother didn’t care, as if it had nothing to do with him. But from that day on, I went to the hospital every day to accompany my brother. He was as good as me, as always, even better than the original, making me feel like I am sick. He is still like that, always thinking about whether I am okay...

It is because my brother's love for me is so sincere that I really have no courage to face his departure. But the voice of my brother was heard in the ear: "The face is always faced. We live in a cruel reality, we should not always have a fantasy of miracles, because miracles are also created by people!" Finally, I took the courage and decided to send my brother's last trip.

When he saw him, he was already weak, but when he saw me, he still smiled and gestured to tell me. I put my ear close to his mouth and heard: "Kid, remember, I will not be in the future, you must, learn to be strong... Don't always cry... Because I am gone, no one will help you later. Wiping my tears..." My eyes are blurred, my brother knows the last moment, the person who thinks is still me. "Brother, don't worry, I will be strong. I want to connect with you, and live strong. Just this time, let me cry for you again!"

Autumn, the season of petals falling, although the petals are beautiful when they land, but the flowers are strong, because in the coming year, she will still bloom, the petals are still fragrant. As my brother said, the face is always faced. No matter how many setbacks we experience, we should be strong because I firmly believe that:

There is always a season that belongs to me!

Zhangjiagang City Liangfeng Junior High School 2nd: Fallen Leaves

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