My sister.

When I was fourteen, my sister got married. That day, a man in his thirties and a 12-year-old boy came to the elder sister's husband's house. They pushed their sister away with a wooden wheelbarrow.

The wooden unicycle is beautifully decorated. On the bus, a new kang mat woven with red sorghum and oranges set up a hood. A red ribbon is hung on the hood, and a huge silk flower is hung on both sides of the hood, which is bright and dazzling. There are big red double happiness characters on both sides of the hood, which makes people blush and heartbeat. The car is covered with fresh and fragrant new straw and big red flower mattress. The wedding car looked very imposing, which attracted the elder sister's partners to "gee" admiration.

In the past, when our daughter went out, many of them took the four-person bridge. On the red silk around Huaqiao, auspicious patterns such as dragons, phoenixes, flowers and wealth are embroidered with gold thread, which looks magnificent. People who have a good life also invite musicians to play along the way, constantly blowing out some classical songs such as "A Hundred Birds at the Phoenix", "Carrying the Flower Bridge" and "treading on thin ice", which is really festive and lively. For some unknown reason, the superior issued a document prohibiting men and women from marrying and using the flower bridge, and prohibiting the employment of musicians. Since then, wooden unicycle wedding car came into being.

Before getting on the bus, the elder sister took Niang's hand and refused to let go. Big sister's eyes are red and tears can't stop flowing. Mom, at first she smiled slightly and wiped her tears with a smile. Mother and daughter embrace each other and are inseparable.

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The eldest sister's wife is very filial and has a good temper. She studied for several years and worked as an accountant and a private school teacher in the village. She is a respected person. My sister has never worked in the fields since she got married. The village bought a sewing machine and asked the elder sister to make clothes for the villagers. In the countryside, this is an easy and decent job. It can be seen that elder sister's married life is very comfortable.

My sister's home is more than twenty miles away from our village. I went to my sister's house several times before I came to the northeast. The house is spacious and bright, clean inside and outside, and it is a family that lives with relish. But what impressed me the most was the green loofah crawling all over the courtyard wall. Long thin loofah hung between plump leaves and scattered small yellow flowers, full of vitality and poetry.

Big sister walked into a more relaxed and comfortable living environment, and a group of companions praised her life and envied her for marrying a good family. Our whole family is happy for her, too. At her mother's house, when she was fifteen or sixteen, she attended a literacy class in the village. Literacy classes go to night schools at night to learn literacy and culture and receive some ideological education. He became a commando in the production team during the day. At that time, various movements followed. Big sister is introverted and never competitive, but in various sports, she is full of enthusiasm and never wants to fall behind.

At this age, the elder sister just caught up with iron and steel smelting, digging deep into the land, launching satellites, creating a yield of 10,000 Jin per mu, running a big canteen, digging graves, and so on. My sister takes an active part in various sports activities.

What impressed me the most was my sister's grave robbery. Digging graves is for steelmaking. Soon after the small earthen stove ignited and smoked, the coal burned out, and the trees on the mountain burned out. People's eyes were fixed on the coffin of the deceased. According to the requirements of the superior, the village set up a youth grave robbery team. Elder sister is also the young backbone of this grave robbery team.

On this day, the grave digger dug a new grave for two or three years. The body is not completely decomposed and stinks. At that time, people were crazy, so crazy that they were not afraid of ghosts. Someone spilled some wine and dragged the coffin out of the grave in tears. Men and women swarmed and shouted, the coffin was turned upside down and the body was abandoned in the wilderness. People split the coffin with a big axe, each with a hand, and carried it to a place called Shilipu more than 20 miles away. This is an important small earthen furnace ironmaking base in this county.

When the elder sister was tired of carrying the coffin board, she took it home and put it in the yard to rest. The yard smelled of embalmed corpses. The mother suspected that the smell was pungent, so she asked the elder sister to quickly move the coffin board outside the door. My sister is standing by the water tank, slurping water. She quickly said, "This is state property, but it can't be left outside the door." I can see how much elder sister cares about public affairs.

The elder sister carried the coffin board away, but the smell of the corpse did not disperse, and it still permeated the small yard and refused to disperse for a long time. From then on, I never dare to sit alone under the gourd rack in the yard at night and read and enjoy the cool. I always feel gloomy in the yard, making my scalp explode. There seems to be that ugly coffin board standing on the wall, which smells like embalming corpses. The small courtyard is no longer poetic, warm and quiet.

Later, according to the needs of the situation, my elder sister did two things that made me very sad. For the first time in my life, I refuted my elder sister and said that she was blind and positive. I ignored her for days and didn't call her big sister.

The first thing, she led the team to break into the house, smashed the rice cooker, and then pried open the clothes rack, knocker, bolt, lock and so on. Windows and doors are covered with iron sheets, which are handed over to iron and steel smelting.

At that time, I was in the third grade of primary school, and I had a vague understanding of these heroic revolutionary slogans such as "caring for everyone in my family" and "surpassing Britain and catching up with the United States". But eldest sister must, must, forcibly took my beloved baby, a copper paperweight left by my grandfather. At that time, there were imitation classes in the school. I often go to school with paperweights and show them off in front of my classmates, which makes them "tut-tut". I am a little happy to see the envy of my classmates.

Because of this paperweight, I turned it over with my sister. I pouted and said, "Now it's a big steelmaking factory, not a big copper smelting factory", but my sister said that "copper is more valuable than iron, and the country is more useful". No matter how noisy and sad I was, my sister was not soft-hearted, so I took the paperweight and handed it in.

One more thing, the superior called on the villagers to kill their own dogs and give them to the production team to boil into broth and pour sweet potatoes. In order to achieve a yield of 200,000 Jin per mu of sweet potatoes, a big satellite was also built to give gifts to superiors. My family has a dog named Dahua, which is very human. I go to school, and it takes me out of that gloomy forest every day. I went up the mountain to pick up grass and dig vegetables, and it followed me closely. Dahua is my most loyal friend.

On this day, my sister brought a dog trap. Dahua seemed to know that disaster was coming, and immediately hid in the henhouse under the stone mill, shivering. No matter what you call it, you just won't come out. Dog catchers know that Dahua is fierce and abnormal, and those who are timid are afraid to approach. The captain asked the elder sister to tie Dahua's neck with a rope. Dahua is sincere and trusts its owner, so it wags its tail happily. After the arrested dog was dragged out, several sticks killed Dahua. I cried so badly that I didn't eat dinner.

In autumn, the two acres of sweet potatoes watered by the broth boiled by nearly 100 dogs did not give the leaders a long face, nor did they win glory for the good situation. Sweet potatoes are only the size of fingers. There is no satellite in the sky, and there is an inexplicable schadenfreude in my heart, as if I had avenged my big flower and my revenge.

What impressed me most about my eldest sister was that during the three-year famine, when everyone was red-eyed for food, I often put down my chopsticks after eating a few bites at the dinner table and always said I was full. As a result, the elder sister lost weight and left the root of the disease, and her condition became more and more serious.

I remember once, the elder sister and the second sister came home from work, and it was already dark. Second sister found a pot of porridge cooked with a little sweet potato noodles and willow leaves on the grinding top. A huge moon shines in the porridge basin, full of great temptation. Second sister rushed over and said, "I'm so hungry! Too hungry! " Picked up the porridge basin with both hands, bowed their heads and drank it, and did not look up for a long time. Mother saw it and said, "The child hasn't even eaten. You drank half a basin yourself." Second sister looked up, smiled shyly, wiped her mouth and said, "I'm so hungry! Too hungry! "

At that time, there were ten people in our family, each of whom could not eat two spoonfuls of gruel. Mother was served by her sister, who said "not hungry" and left the table. In those years, I always felt that hunger was always around me like a poisonous snake, biting me mercilessly.

The year after I was demobilized as a soldier, my elder sister was gone. That year, the elder sister was only 33 years old.

The news of my sister's death came from a letter from her hometown in Shandong. Dad burst into tears when he heard the letter. Dad cried and said, "I caused the baby." Let the child think and think year after year, he wants to die. " As he spoke, he burst into tears, and no one could persuade him.

Dad has always felt deeply guilty and sad about the death of his elder sister. When we came to the northeast, it was during the confinement of the elder sister. After careful consideration, I decided not to tell my sister about the trip to the East for fear of affecting her health. Time is not long, my sister heard the news that we went to the northeast from somewhere, so she stayed in Lacrimosa all day without thinking about tea and rice. Elder sister was originally weak, but after this accident, her health is getting worse every day.

No one thought that a family of four except me came to the northeast and became my sister's farewell. After leaving the army, I took the opportunity of being transferred to Shandong to meet my sister who had been away for many years. When I first saw my sister, I was shocked. She is so thin that I can't recognize her, and her face is pale without a trace of blood. The voice "squeaky" seems to be very weak. I feel very uncomfortable in my heart. This is not my old handsome, misty and youthful sister.

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I can see that my sister is both sad and happy about my arrival. From ear to ear, from nose to tears. My sister kept asking about my parents' health, my sister's health, whether the food was enough, whether the cloth tickets were enough, whether the winter in the northeast was cold or not ... as if to ask all the words accumulated for many years at once. I answered the elder sister's question seriously.

I told my sister that my parents were fine and my sister was fine. Afraid that my sister would miss me, I even told her that I had a good life in the northeast and didn't worry about food and clothing. Sister smiled and listened to me. I can see that my sister doesn't doubt my white lies at all, and her heart is full of bitterness.

It was two years after I visited my sister for the second time, and I also took the opportunity of being transferred back. I said I was going to visit my sister, but actually I was going to visit her grave.

The grass on my sister's grave has grown very high and looks desolate. I put snacks, fruits and other offerings on the altar, then lit incense and burned paper, and a wisp of smoke curled up in front of my sister's grave. While burning paper money devoutly, I chatted with my sister and told her that my parents were in good health. My sister married a worker in the forestry bureau and her work was quite satisfactory. Tell my sister the good news, don't worry about everything at home, and let her rest assured. I feel that my sister is listening to me seriously and happily. As he spoke, tears kept flowing.

I talked to my sister for a while, and I'm leaving her now. I knelt down and kowtowed to my sister. On the way back, I looked back at my sister's grave again and again. Through the hazy tears, I seem to see her kind, hazy, handsome and youthful smiling face in front of her grave.

Sister, may you rest in peace in heaven!

About the author: Yuan Haishan, net name: White-headed drunkard, native of Baishan, Jilin, retired worker of Songkuang, likes literature.