Flower-like childhood

Ningning was my little friend when I was a child. "A pair of eyes cut autumn water, and the charm is self-sufficient." It is no exaggeration to describe her with this poem.

Ningning lives above my house. She is much younger than me. I remember when I was in junior high school, she went to kindergarten.

Although there is an age gap, it doesn't affect our communication at all. We are "friends who have forgotten the past year", and we are still good sisters who talk about everything. She regards me as her sister, and I regard her as my sister.

Ningning is an only child with a well-off family and elderly parents. She is the apple of her eye? Grandparents are used to it.

But she didn't get into the habit of being extravagant. She is gentle, quiet and lovely, just like her name, quiet and far-reaching, elegant and beautiful. Her flowery face is always filled with a bright smile.

Ningning is very polite and will be happy to meet her elders. She sweetly called "grandparents, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters". The neighbors all like her. Ningning is "everyone loves everyone, and bloom sees bloom."

Every weekend morning, Ningning will knock on my door on time, and I will take her to the park to play. She likes flowers and plants, but she just likes them. When she saw the flowers she liked, she smelled them with joy, touched them carefully with her little hands, but could not bear to pick them. She is worried that if she leaves her mother, Little Flower will be sad.

It was a sunny weekend morning. I played in the park holding her little hand. Many beautiful butterflies in the grass are flying in the air in twos and threes, laughing and flapping.

She was shocked, waved her little hand and ran towards the butterfly. She ran, laughed, cheered and danced happily, and her voice was like two bells, clear and loud.

The sun shone on the little man, and the pale pink lace princess dress set off her small body, and her long curly hair was tied with a bow of the same color, dancing with her in the air. The pink face is embedded with a pair of big eyes like grape grains, and the long eyelashes are flickering, just like fairies in the sky and fairies on earth.

In the evening, when I was studying, he came downstairs to accompany me, sat quietly beside me, and devoted himself to drawing on it with paper and pen. I really don't know what goes on in her little head all day.

When I finished my study, she immediately took out a story book with pictures and asked me to tell her a story. I read it carefully, and she listened carefully, but she always asked 100 thousand why, and there were so many why. I took pains to answer her questions. I answered, and he listened, puzzled.

One year, I got rubella and stayed in the hospital for a week. Every day, she drags her grandmother to the hospital to see me, buys me fruits and my favorite snacks, and brings her little picture book.

Seeing me lying in the hospital bed, she stroked my face with her little hand and looked at me with tears in her eyes. I said, "Don't be afraid, it's okay. My sister is very strong. Listen to the doctor, it will be fine in two days, and she can leave the hospital and play with Ningning. " She smiled through tears with big eyes, and then took out a small picture book, which was completely different.

I was discharged from the hospital, and she danced around me. I picked her up and kissed her pink face. She held her face and smiled like a flower.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I went to high school, and Ningning also went to primary school. The study task is getting heavier and heavier. I can't take her to play as before, but occasionally we will be together.

Ningning, who goes to school, is more and more sensible. She always tells me all kinds of interesting stories that happened at school. She has made some good friends recently, and also learned some Tang poems. She said that she likes music class best. She said the music teacher was so beautiful that she sang like a lark.

Ningning loves studying very much and gets excellent grades. Her classmates and teachers like her very much. Once Ningning told me cheerfully that all the teachers and classmates had chosen her as the study committee member. I touched her little face and said, "Ningning is the best". She proudly raised her head and kept making faces at me. It was really naughty.

Since becoming a study committee member, Ningning has worked harder. She feels that this is the trust of teachers and classmates, and it is also a spur to her, so she should work hard.

This winter, on the eve of the holiday, I haven't seen Ningning for a long time because I was busy with my homework, and Ningning didn't take the initiative to come to me. I think Ningning is too sensible. I should be afraid of delaying my study!

One day after school at noon, I went upstairs and saw Grandma Ningning coming downstairs. When we met, grandma Ningning's eyes were red and she was swollen with tears. I asked with concern, "What's the matter, Grandma?" Grandma Ningning's answer made me feel very painful. Grandma sobbed and said, "Ningning is sick and living in the central hospital. The doctor said it was bone cancer, which could not be cured. There is no hope. Prepare for the funeral! " I stood there stupefied for a long, long time. ...

On Saturday, I took time to visit Ningning in the Central Hospital. Lying in the hospital bed, Ningning is so skinny that she can't bear to look straight. Her big eyes have lost their former brilliance, and her eye sockets are deep. The original pink face became pale and lifeless, and a delicate flower lost its youth and withered.

I fought back my grief and went to the bed, holding her bony little hand and smiling at her. Looking back now, that smile may have been uglier than crying. Seeing me, she suddenly burst into tears, as if she had seen a long-lost relative. I held her in my arms and stroked her back. "She would rather not cry and listen to the doctor, so she will be fine."

She wiped her eyes with her little hand, and her eyes were full of trust. She looked at me and said, "I listen to my sister. Ningning is the strongest, and the doctor will cure me." I am a little hero in fairy tales, and I want to defeat those demons. " I fought back my tears and nodded firmly to Ningning, but my heart had been torn apart at that time.

That winter was extremely cold, so the lovely elf left us quietly. For a long time, my heart seemed to be hollowed out and I couldn't let it go for a long time.

In the sunshine, a little pink butterfly fluttered in the breeze, flapping its wings, flying, flying, flying to the world without pain, the fairy tale world she yearned for.

There, the grass grows and the birds fly, and the birds are fragrant. This is a world of flowers, a sea of flowers, mountains, rivers and streams. Larks are singing happily in the Woods, squirrels are dancing with their songs, and fairies in the fairy tale world are all black and pink, dancing with the rhythm of music.

The warm sunshine wrapped around the earth, and a string of silvery laughter resounded through the sky, so euphemistic. ...