Brother's dream

Every time I go to the airport, I feel deeply and always think of my brother. My first flight was from Zhengzhou to Xiamen. After the plane took off, I sat in my seat in the cabin, took out a thin book from my briefcase, tore off a few pages and carefully folded the paper plane. I thought to myself, if my brother is still alive, his dream may come true! He should be 26 years old now. He may become a pilot.

The scene I saw more than twenty years ago. At that time, my brother was still a child with purple cheeks. The clothes he wears are all my brother's and my old clothes, which are shabby and spacious. He has no snacks or toys, but he smiles happily every day, as cheerful as a sparrow, as if his world is full of happiness. My mouth seems to be covered with honey water, and I greet my uncle and aunt sweetly. Adults say my brother is smart and sensible.

One day after school, I went home with my schoolbag on my back. My brother is sitting in front of a black-and-white TV watching cartoons. I sat at the door and folded the paper plane. This is what the teacher taught us in class. The homework assigned by the teacher that day was that everyone went home to make two paper planes.

My brother stared at the TV screen, fascinated, and kept laughing. My hand rubbed the white paper and folded it into an ugly and heavy paper plane. My brother took a casual look at the paper plane in my hand. He quickly moved the wooden stool to my side, grabbed the paper plane in my hand and begged me to teach him. I will slowly take apart my paper plane and flatten it, and teach him by hand. He is so savvy that he learned it once. The crumpled piece of white paper was quickly turned over and floated in his hand, and it was folded into a beautiful paper plane in the blink of an eye. He took it and threw it around the house. The paper plane flew forward through the bright and dazzling light in the room and finally circled to the ground. Since then, my brother has loved folding paper planes.

It was the day after the autumn harvest, and the quiet and peaceful autumn sunshine shone on the whole village. Huang Cancan's corncob is basking in our yard. Bags of newly picked white cotton are also piled in the sun. Our family was sitting in the yard having lunch when there was a buzzing sound in the sky. We looked up and saw a plane flying very low. We could clearly see the huge fuselage and wings passing through white clouds and light clouds. It is flying slowly over the village and heading straight west. The younger brother upturned his face and stared at the plane. He suddenly got up, threw his rice bowl and chopsticks on the table and flew out like a pony. He chased the plane, ran across the village lane and caught up with the open field. As he ran, he shouted, "Plane ... Plane ..." We watched my brother fly back and thought he was crazy. Worried that he would fall or hit the wall, his mother ran after him with a rice bowl and told him to stop. But he looked up at the plane running, just like stepping on a fast hot wheels. He is like a weak kite, dragged by a huge plane and seems to fly in the air.

The plane flew slowly in the crisp blue sky in autumn, flying over villages, rivers and sand mountains, leaving my brother in an empty field. My brother stood on the ridge of the field, looking up at the plane that disappeared on the horizon, and finally the plane became a black spot on the horizon. My brother came back sweating and told his mother that he had a dream, that is, to be a pilot when he grew up and fly in the sky in a big plane.

Soon, everyone in the village knew his brother's dream. When people saw him, they made fun of him and called him a little pilot. Once grandma came to our house. She looked at her brother and said that she had seen the pilot a long time ago. Most pilots have yellow eyes, bright eyes and long arms, while my brother has yellow eyes and long arms, which is very suitable for being a pilot. Hearing this, he was ecstatic and dancing. Everyone said grandma said she was fit to be a pilot. He also begged his father to give him an airplane toy on his birthday a month later. Father agreed on the spot.

My brother folds several paper planes every day and looks forward to the birthday present from his father day and night. He often tells us that he wants to be a pilot when he grows up and take us to interesting places by plane. However, just before his birthday, his brother died unexpectedly! He left so suddenly, so calmly, so strangely. That morning, he was still playing with me like a follower, alive and kicking. By four or five o'clock in the afternoon, his body was already stiff. I held his cold hand and called him. He lay motionless and did not respond. I put his favorite paper plane and his favorite sandwich cookies in front of him, and he was still sleeping soundly. On that day, his favorite cookies, the new clothes he just wore during the Spring Festival, and a lot of colorful paper planes he folded were buried.

More than 20 years have passed in the years of rain and snow. More than twenty years have passed, and my brother and I have grown up. We seldom talk about our brother. My brother seems to have never existed in this world, just a role in our nightmare. We are deceiving ourselves! My younger brother is a pain in our hearts forever. None of us want to touch the bleeding scar in our hearts.

One day, my family passed by the airport by car. Mom said she really wanted to see the plane, so my brother drove around the airport. Our family stood on the high mound and looked at the airport surrounded by iron fences. I saw a row of silvery white planes parked on the vast tarmac, and a plane was about to land slowly. We all think of my brother, the scene when my brother chased a plane many years ago, and my brother's dream of becoming a pilot. My father looked at the landing plane tearfully. He said that he had a great regret in his life, that is, he didn't buy a plane toy for his brother. My mother also remembered what my brother once said. She said that her brother likes folding paper planes and wants to be a pilot when he grows up. My brother said that when he became a pilot, he would take our family to travel to interesting places by big plane. When mom said this, we all burst into tears. Mother saw our tears. She wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, smiled and said, "well, I shouldn't mention those sad things." The past is over. " Our family is doing well now, and it will be better in the future. "

I can't help crying when I think of these past events. I sat in the cabin and quietly looked at my folded paper plane. I seem to see my brother dressed as a pilot when he grows up, and he looks handsome and capable. He sat in the cockpit, wearing a helmet-mounted earphone. He flew the plane with ease. The plane is soaring in the vast sky and flying to a beautiful place.

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