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She is my sister, and her brain "can't fit knowledge", but she is very meticulous in her work. But I used to be very disrespectful to my sister and caused harm to her. Whenever I think of some of my sister's past experiences, my heart aches like a knife.

My sister is two years older than me, but because of some intellectual disabilities, it is very difficult to learn knowledge, so everyone looks down on her, even my parents and I sometimes look at her differently. My sister became lonely and depressed, and her uncles and aunts despised her, causing her sister to fall into grief. But I didn't know the pain my sister endured in my heart, and I often beat her, making my sister feel like she had lost a loved one, and she was very sad.

One day when I was in the fifth grade, I saw my sister break the inkwell, so I quarreled with her, because I was not as good as her, so I started to beat her, and my sister had no choice but to resist, and I actually broke my sister's head with a stick.

On another occasion, when I found a lamb that had not been milked, I got into a fight with my sister and struck her with a stick, almost knocking her unconscious. This incident left countless scars on my sister's heart. Since then, my sister has been getting farther and farther away from us.

Now, my sister has shouldered the burden on the shoulders of her parents, running around on the grassland day after day, year after year, I don't know how many winds and frosts, how many tribulations. In such a situation, whenever someone asks my sister, "What do you want to do most?"

She said: "Support my brother to go to school!" "My parents gradually got better with my sister, and I stopped beating my sister.

Replace her with herding during the holidays, play with herd, teach her to read, and help her with household chores.

Now when I go back to school, I often think of my sister, and whenever I think of her, I can't help but say to myself: Sister, forgive me!

It always reminds me of that rainy day.

I stood by the window, looking at the window glass and weeping, and there was chaos outside the window, and the luster that flickered on a sunny day had long since dimmed. On a rainy day, the world is gray, like fragments of memory, rewinding ...... in the mind repeatedlyThis rainy day, I went back to the rain of that day......

The speakers in the car flowed out a string of notes, my favorite pure ** - "kiss the rain", the sky was crying, and I was smiling in the car. I'm leaving, transferring to a bustling city, leaving my little home, my dearest family. Now, they are busy telling me the precautions of my life, but no one seems to want to say "goodbye".

The rain is falling, desperately underground. I seem to see this rain, full of sadness.

**Still flowing, constantly flowing, this note seems to be full of rain, and suddenly falls.

My family members are still chattering, chattering constantly, but every word is full of strong love and blessings, firm and full.

I pulled the car door open and stood in the rain, ready to say "goodbye".I never thought that if I had words, I would be stuck in my heart like that, and I couldn't open my mouth.

Dad, Mom, Grandma, Brother. I cried softly, and the rain drifted into my mouth, and turned into a strong reluctance at the base of my tongue. "Take care!

I'm leaving! I finished laughing, but I clearly felt the rain moisten the corners of my eyes and flow in my eye sockets. My grandmother came over and put her arms around my shoulders, my mother hugged me, my father patted me on the back of the head, and my brother pulled my little thumb.

The rain slipped past my ears, and I heard them say reluctance, but as soon as they fell, they melted into the dirt.

In the silent rain, we are silent, just like the raindrops will eventually leave the clouds, and I will gradually become independent.

Thinking of this, I turned around and pulled the car door and waved my hand in the tumbling of the notes.

The scenery began to recede, the tearful dark green windows blocking out the diluted sadness of the sky. The rain smashed on the windshield, blooming brilliant water splashes, in this transparent color, I seemed to see the refracted gorgeous color, that is my future, that is my dream ......

My thoughts wandered, I was still standing by the window, but the rain had passed, the sky seemed to be beginning to clear, I smiled and pushed open the window, the aroma of the earth took over my heart, I knew that there was a smell of rain in this smell. I also know that one day, I will be like this rain, warming up, rising, and returning to the embrace of the sky.