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I don't like being screened by the sales information of WeChat merchants. There is an aunt who doesn't know her very well and works as a manager in an insurance company. She always sends insurance information in various newspapers or videos in various ways every day. There are other acquaintances in WeChat business who make dental instruments, cosmetics, fruits and so on. I also made up my mind to set up a circle of friends.

In fact, I know it is impolite to do so, but I still can't help but isolate those dynamics that are not endowed with emotion.

However, I have always been willing to pay attention to my sister's circle of friends.

I am the only child in my family. She is my cousin who grew up together. She is four years older than me. My family, including frequent relatives, say that we look alike, just like sisters. It sounded really happy, and my sister smiled. "Yes, we are really alike!"

Sister is the kind of beauty who is gentle and graceful, beautiful but not white, talented and unsuccessful.

She likes painting. I remember that when primary school teachers assign homework, they always ask parents to help them copy the application problems they have done, and then students think again and answer again. My sister paints very carefully and realistically every time. Thanks to her blessing, my homework will always be excellent.

When we were young, she always took me to play with her classmates and never found me a little annoying.

"In the crescent moon, outside the crescent moon, Chinese cabbage is planted in the crescent moon ..."

This is a ballad that we sang when we jumped the rubber band. Apart from these sentences, we can't pick up the singing glass dancing in mid-air.

Time flies, I desperately look for the memories of the past, but I get incomplete and rich colors.

Now the time with my sister is so short and beautiful.

The catkins are in full bloom in spring, and we hope dandelions will fly to the blue sky.

After the rain cleared in midsummer, I caught the flying dragonfly with the dense growth of Vitex negundo, watched the frequency of its wings flapping for survival, and then carefully released it in the dust and fog.

The autumn awn was fruitful, and we returned home with a full load. From time to time, we will pick up some broken willow branches and maple leaves stained with autumn sunshine and golden red lines.

Snowflakes are falling in the severe winter, and the dirty dust in the air is washed clean. From a distance, the withered and bare branches are also covered with silver, while my sister and I are taking off our warm bibs and gloves to decorate the newly made snowman. Red poking hands can also drive away the cold, and the aftermath of smiling at each other in mid-air provoked adults to preach.

Life with my sister is always so picturesque all year round. The pen of life, as if only dipped in the pigment of love, will draw a beautiful picture of the world.

Every year on New Year's Eve, we will prepare a feast together. At that time, the flavor of the year was really rich.

On New Year's Eve, adults will push a cup on the dining table for a change. After dinner, my sister and I will quietly hide in a room, light the red candle prepared during the day without turning on the light, take a few plates, secretly peel apples and oranges, put on toothpicks with unique shapes, grab a handful of melon seeds, pour two glasses of wine, play cards in our hands, listen to fireworks dancing outside the window, and under the dim yellow candlelight in the room.

My sister and I only have primary schools in the same campus. At that time, I felt fearless with my sister, and I liked to organize friends to play games, work together, clean up, and do everything very actively.

On the eve of Children's Day, my sister helped me prepare a cross talk. Watching my sisters rehearse the dance, I remember that the Korean TV series Dae Jang Geum was always on TV.

My sister moved when she was in the sixth grade. We are four years apart, and we will never be classmates again, that is, the summer vacation when my second grade of primary school ended, my sister and I won't have so much time together.

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My sister has grown up, but our topics have become less.

Of course, she comes back to see my sister once in a while. In summer, I will bring back a beautiful orange Bling skirt, and in winter, I will go to the clothing store to carefully select a lace down jacket with a popular style at that time. Teach me to play the constantly updated games in her mobile phone and tell me that the outside world is colorful and dark.

I am a shy girl in emotional expression, even in the face of my dear sister.

I thought about her for a long time, but when she came back and stepped into the house, I didn't jump into her arms affectionately, but I was touched by my "sister" who hit the floor under my lips and the joy of dancing between my eyebrows. In fact, my heart is full of joy. When I leave, I will ride my sister to the station, accompany her to wait for the bus, and greet her intentionally or unintentionally. She seems to learn from the tone of her elders and tell me carefully. Until I waved goodbye and looked at the distant vehicles, how the wind suddenly blew away my tears.

My sister and brother-in-law got married in Beijing that summer. They are related, and now they both have a two-year-old cutie.

My sister's education is not high, and she graduated from technical secondary school. After graduation, she went to work in a building with a career establishment through her relatives. She wears professional women's clothes, high heels, elegant and fresh light makeup every day, and walks in a stable career. Later, I met my brother-in-law, but actually we are fellow villagers. When he was very young, he just moved to Beijing with his family, and worked hard with his own skills in exchange for his current Beijing hukou and rich life.

Brother-in-law is a gentleman, loyal, practical and humorous. He treats me as well as his sister. Of course, my sister is happy to marry him, and I am very happy.

My sister has now become the proprietress of a senior wood workshop in Beijing. She has a new girlfriend, a luxurious and connotative residence, a caring in-laws, a hard-earned savings, a fine and high-grade dress, a beloved husband and the crystallization of their love.

My sister's happiness now cannot be separated from her natural good character. As my sister, I am really happy for her.

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She often sends polished Indian lobular rosewood Venus bracelets, classic Ming rosewood cabinets, original ecological pen holders collected in Huang Huali, and other works polished by her brother-in-law's production team. Every time she sends a message, she is accompanied by pictures, which she can read and feel her devotion to customers.

Of course, there will be details of my sister's daily life:

Sometimes I go out shopping with my son on weekends, and the circle of friends basks in the parent-child clothes of her and her "little lover".

Share her favorite food with her son and meet a warm-hearted waiter.

Or occasionally take a snapshot of my husband's serious work. After dinner, the family strolled in the park in the evening breeze and used to spend flowers.

Through my sister's circle of friends, I can feel the insincere light in her life all the time. I can always see her charming face and fresh and refined temperament from the inside out in the selfie.

However, we are all growing up, the distance is getting farther and farther, and the time for classmates is getting less and less. Looking at my sister's happiness, I can't help but miss the smiling time that can't stand forgetting but can stand consideration.

In the thick and simple years, how many stories are understated. The last chapter was forgotten in an unknown corner. We stayed for love, and since then we have been in many-hued every winter in Xia Chunqiu. Even if the sunset falls on the ground, I will still wait for the initial tenderness with my heart.

It's like the tacit understanding between my sister and me:

Even if you cross the ocean, you can't stop sisterhood.

Let's push away the glitz with plain hands, pick up the sunset glow and hold out a ray of true feelings. From then on, our hearts will turn to the ocean of love, the spring of dating and smiling.

To my sister, to me.

Pinellia is blooming and warm.

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