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Looking at the crowds of people who came in to dine one after another, some looked like couples, some looked like a family of three, and some looked like three generations in the same house, especially the two who dined at the adjacent table, which really made Li Xiaowan envious, and at the same time felt helpless and sad.

From the conversation between the two, I learned that they are a pair of brothers and sisters, the elder brother looks about twenty years old, and the younger sister looks like she is only five or six years old.

If you guess correctly, the brother should be a sister control, what does the little sister want, what does he take the little sister to lose his temper, he also coaxed the little sister to not want to pick up the dishes and eat by himself, he first put down his own dishes and chopsticks, sat down next to the little sister, and then took the little sister's chopsticks, helped her pick up the vegetables, and then fed her.

Gentle caressing, doting eyes, in the eyes of her brother, the little sister seems to be her whole world In the eyes of the little sister, the brother seems to be her towering tree and the most trustworthy person.

"Brother, I want Barbie." The little sister pushed aside the dish that her brother had brought to her lips and pouted.

"Didn't my brother buy you one last week?" My brother made a beautiful touch on the head, which was very eye-catching.

"No matter, no matter, I still want it." The little sister didn't follow and looked very angry.

"Little cutie, don't be angry, it's not beautiful if you're angry, whatever you want my brother to buy you, but this time my brother will buy you a better and more beautiful toy than Barbie, okay?" While the elder brother dotes on his little sister, he will also instill in her some truths that she can understand.

"Brother, you eat quickly, when you finish eating, we will go buy it!" No matter how anxious the little sister was, she didn't ignore the unfinished meal in her brother's bowl.

I saw my brother hurriedly eat a few bites, and then put down the dishes and chopsticks: "Okay, little cutie, my brother eats well!" ”

As he left the table, his brother opened his arms and his little sister threw herself into his arms.

The brother and sister left Li Xiaowan's sight.

Li Xiaowan saw the whole process of the two brothers and sisters eating, and the position where she was sitting was facing the brothers and sisters.

It reminded her of her brother.

If my brother hadn't been taken away by the hateful traffickers back then, maybe he would have been like the brother just now, obedient to himself, holding himself in the palm of his hand and treating him as a treasure.

There is also grandpa, grandpa is the kindest old man in the eyes of relatives and friends, Xin'er's mother told stories about her childhood and grandpa.

At that time, because the family was running a factory, the economy was quite well-off, but my grandfather liked to live in a beautiful place.

So, a house was built not far from Xin'er's family, surrounded by mountains and rivers and green forests.

When I was young, my hometown house was surrounded by verdant bamboo forests, and there were many types, such as bitter bamboo, chicken foot bamboo, water bamboo, spotted bamboo, etc., some of them only knew its common name, and I didn't know what it was called.

Whenever the breeze blows, there will always be a fragrant smell mixed in, which makes people feel refreshed, but what makes the villagers even more unforgettable is the melodious flute, which is what grandpa must do every morning.

When he woke up in the morning, Grandpa would always carry a stool to the path below the bamboo forest, and play the homemade bamboo flute with himself.

Although it is a very old song, everyone thinks it is very good, listening to Xin'er's mother tell that whenever he does something wrong and is trained, his grandfather will always pull himself to sit next to him and listen to him play the flute, enjoying the melodious flute, smelling the fragrant aroma, he can't help but giggle, and gradually forget what he has been trained.

Now, the bamboo forest is long gone, and with it is the replacement of the road, and the grandfather passed away a few years ago, and the bamboo flute has disappeared with the demolition of the house, and now I can no longer enjoy the quiet and comfortable feeling I used to have.

Whenever the breeze blows, I really hope that I can go back to the old time when I dream, see my grandfather again, enjoy the endless care again, and the fragrance of the bamboo forest when the breeze blows and the comfortable and harmonious sound of the flute.

The time when the wind blows through will never be forgotten.

The smoke of dawn, the fallen leaves of dusk drifting away with the morning light, and the murmur of the evening wind!

People's moods are sometimes like the tide, undulating and sometimes like the surface of a lake, and the waves are not alarming.

I like to see the snow very much, but it is difficult to do so, and in my memory, only in the winter many years ago, I had the experience of building a snowman, playing with snowballs, and eating ice sticks.

Although I was not yet ten years old at that time, I remembered those happy times enough, but unfortunately even watching the snow is a luxury now.

Although the past year no longer exists, the joys, sorrows and sorrows that occurred in the past year have been reproduced vividly.

In this year, the unprecedented luck, the unexpected surprises that have never been, and the unprecedented sadness that has never been seen suddenly appeared, are exciting.

The helplessness of wanting to cry without tears, the accident that comes from joy, everything can only be grasped and cherished.

At the end of the road, it is still the road, and as long as you are willing to walk, the sheep intestine trail can also walk out of a flat road.

Whether you walk alone or together, you want to go further.

The future journey is windy and rainy, the long years are still very long, I hope that the new year will be new, I hope that in the new year, the established plans and wishes can be realized, I hope that all the people around me can be happy and safe!

Wait wholeheartedly, and the flowers bloom on the other side.

I am not a natural long-distance runner, but I am always racing against time, I am not a natural gambler, but I am always racing against fate.

When the sun is setting and the sun is about to go home, night is about to fall.

I will always say silently in my heart: in order to succeed or fail this time, I must gamble with God once.

In fact, I was very conflicted, knowing that it might not be possible, but in order to give myself a little comfort, I still tried my best to gamble, although the final gains and losses were not so important.

Because I have always felt that the pay is proportional to the gain, and it is very unrealistic not to pay, but only to ask for returns.

The definition of a gambler is not limited to the table in his own opinion.

A person who gambles with fate and time can also be said to be a gambler, but in a different sense.

However, although I am gambling with them, I have forgotten that there are some things that cannot be used as gambling chips, and the reality is what it is, and life is not always living in an illusory world.

I don't know what the outcome of the bet will be, but I still hope that it is not as bad as I imagined, is this the life that a gambler wants

Time is like quicksand in the water, and the silent slipping fingertips are also like meteors on the horizon, silently falling into the present.

Pushing the window and looking up, it is not the imaginary starry sky, but the drizzling rain.

The wind blows on the face, although there is a trace of coolness, but it is also mixed with the fragrance of the earth, the only remaining sleepiness, suddenly nothing, the beauty of nature, is not able to use any gorgeous words to describe it, it turns out unconsciously, spring, so came.

How many cold and summer, how many springs, winters, autumns and summers, what remains unchanged is the state of mind after all, and what will always be retained is the years of chasing dreams, but whether the dream can be realized in the end cannot be praised.

Although in the journey of life, you will pass through countless platforms, and some are just like the scenery along the way, fleeting, but in the end, you will still leave a lot of beauty.

Friends who have met in the train of life, some may also be far away, and some are still in the same place, no matter what kind of result, at least they have met, miss those who have gone away, and cherish those who have not gone away.

Thanksgiving, encounter, thanksgiving, sincerity, maybe the sincerity can not be exchanged for the same sincerity, but in any case, you need to have a good heart, I hope that the time can be quiet, I hope that the affection can last forever, I hope that everyone who cares about myself and I care about will always be happy and happy, and I hope that the little angel can wave the wings of the angel and grow up healthy and happy.

Although time cannot be grasped, it can be grasped to fade away from youth and frivolity, and only the mentality remains the same.

Whether it is the rolling hills of the mountains, or the magnificent waves of the sea, the shallow whispering of the wind, or the melodious sound of the rain.

The sky outside the window is a clear blue, erasing the haze of the past, the roaring yesterday is long gone, only by today's unremitting efforts, there will be a day to achieve the dream.

"Xiaowan, one day, there will definitely be a family reunion, don't be envious or discouraged." The dialogue between brothers and sisters envied themselves and Xiaowan even more.

"Hopefully that day will come sooner." With the longing of reuniting with his brother and sister, he has gone through nearly 20 years, although he has long regarded Xin'er's family as the closest relatives in the world, but after all, they have no blood relationship with him, and in the dead of night, he still thinks of his brother and sister from time to time.

I once read such a poem, and I personally think it is very classic: "The wind sweeps the heart and is difficult to straighten the strings, when the summer is warm and the autumn is cool, the mountains and the song are light on the dew leaves, and the high clouds cut the long sky!" ”

Walking through the bamboo forest path, inadvertently, a drop of cool slipped from between the fingers, looked up, and saw the snow flying all over the sky, it turned out to be just a drop of ice frost that slipped down the fingertips, slightly cool.

The warm breeze of spring lingers around you and lingers.

In front of the sudden appearance of a pool of clear springs, as if sending charcoal in the snow, slowly walk to the spring, but do not dare to touch, do not want to disturb the quiet of the spring, for fear of disturbing the life in the spring, as long as you can stand quietly by the spring is enough, maybe "the heart is calm and naturally cool"!

If one's heart can never be at peace, even in the North Pole, it is only in vain.

Winter and spring come and go, and everything recovers, like the alternation of years, and like the cycle of years!

No matter how far away your mind is, you can't escape from reality, you can only face up to what has happened or not happened in reality with a good attitude.

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