Probably it's providence.,This should have been written.,The sad thing before the winter vacation.,Wrote one or two thousand words.,It's also uploaded.,Looking back today.,It turned out that the article wasn't uploaded successfully.,But I don't have the mood at that time.,So it's a matter of facts.。

I vaguely remember that the article was written about me and my sister and some things at home, the name was probably "The Voice Before Departure", which was written at seven or eight o'clock in the morning on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, when I was wearing clothes, sitting at the head of the bed, holding my mobile phone, my parents had gone out to work, my sister and I had to go back to school that day, but she had to leave first, I left in the afternoon, I didn't get up to see her, but I couldn't bear the spirit, and got up at six o'clock in the morning, so I wrote the article in the room next to her - my bedroom.

It probably tells the story of a small conflict on the fifteenth night, which caused the family to break up unhappily, and then my special feelings before leaving--excitement.

Special emotion, my sister and I go to school very far away, so we can only meet during the Chinese New Year or summer vacation, plus she occasionally goes back to work part-time, and she may not go home during the summer vacation, so there is no chance to meet.

This time I stayed at home for a month and a half, and we seemed to have returned to the original days, but it added a lot of troubles.

My sister and I are not very good at reading the scriptures at home, and we have been together since childhood, although I like to pester her, for the day before leaving, I was very excited, talking a lot, as if to say the rest of the days again, but the conflict at night, made her upset, and I don't know how to comfort, and it became her punching bag.

But we have the same heart, she is probably the person who understands me best, coax me only need one word, I am happy to accept her apology, in fact, probably enjoy the kind of care from childhood to adulthood, we talked together until eleven o'clock, I twisted her to sleep.

The laughter that night was very charming, the tears of that night were very bitter, that night we went back to childhood, I was still the child crying and crying on his back, my arms around her neck, I loved to quarrel with her, but I was beaten and cried by her every time, and after a while, the tears were not dry and it was like playing with her.

That night we told each other in words that our reluctance, the language of the departure was sincere and tear-jerking, but neither of us cried, but laughed very happily, but I wrote alone for a long time on the morning of the sixteenth, and I was sad, and finally lost the words.

The will of heaven cannot be violated, so I felt that I wrote this article, to the article that was lost in time, to commemorate the parting between me and my sister.