An essay on perfection (about 650 words)?

There is a kind of love called perfection.

When he first entered junior high school, his mother held her and cried. She cried because she was hungry and didn't know the pain of losing her parents. He is very happy that a "sister Lin" has fallen from the sky.

In high school, he took her by the hand and sent her to kindergarten. She always pulled him away at the moment he let go, stood on tiptoe, kissed his soft mouth on his cheek, kissed him again, and immediately turned and ran to her classroom. He has been worried about her wrestling and shouted after him: Little sister, slow down! She answered happily, but did not turn around. The bow on the skirt is running and spreading its wings.

After graduating from high school, he was admitted to a local university, and she was just 7 years old. The doctor said that 7 years old is the best age for heart surgery. He asked for leave to take care of her with his mother. His heart tightened when he saw his father's signature hand shaking, but he bought her favorite comic album and read it to her vividly. After the operation, she woke up and called out "Brother" with great difficulty. The voice was misty, causing him to run out of the ward, holding Metasequoia glyptostroboides in the hospital and crying like a child.

After graduating from college, he had many opportunities to go to a bigger city and find a position more suitable for him, but he always refused. Mother urged him, but he just kept silent. When he was in a hurry, he said, if I leave, my little sister will die! His mother scolded him for talking nonsense, but she no longer forced him to go abroad.

In early summer, when the water chestnut was first listed, she clamored for him to buy it back to eat. He refused, fearing that the hard water chestnut would break her hand or lips. She pretended to sob, but looked at his reaction through her fingers. He knew it and didn't expose it. She bought two catties of water chestnuts, cut them off one by one with a kitchen knife and squeezed out white rice one by one. She just picked it up and threw it in her mouth, and she was anxious. She smiled smugly, picked up a big one and threw it into his mouth.

In high school, she was weak and her grades were always inferior to others. He simply changed to a leisure job with a much lower salary, but he can go home from work to tutor her every day. She cried, he coaxed, she smiled, and he also smiled: "Little sister, when will you grow up?"

When she entered the university, he was near and single. She began to take the boys home, happy and sweet. His mother urged him to get married, so he had to talk about his next girlfriend. When she met him, she politely called his girlfriend her sister and went hand in hand to a small shop called Ayaya to buy girls' red makeup.

The next spring, he went to Beijing to develop at the request of his girlfriend, worried about her, and she smiled easily and said, Brother, why are you so wordy? My parents and boyfriend are covering for me! In autumn, without any prediction and preparation, she had a heart attack. He hurried back and never heard her call him brother again.

The boy she once brought home stopped him: I was never her boyfriend. She only said that my brother was no better than my own, and I sacrificed too much for her to give him a normal life.

He cleaned her bedroom carefully, as if she would come back from school as usual, but on the dresser, she met the tumbler he gave her. During the violent shaking, he saw two small lines engraved on the bottom: poems about the past and heartbroken. I don't know if you are stupid.

That's her handwriting, probably carved after he went to Beijing. He fell to the ground with a glass, his heart ached.

He has been waiting for her to grow up, but he doesn't know that in the fleeting time, she already knows that there is a kind of love in the world called perfection. ...