A blue shawl with curly hair, melon seeds with big bright eyes, small nose and rosy lips, China people's faces with big bright eyes, small nose and rosy lips. The summer before last, my sister came to the classroom to find me and called me. I pretended not to hear. She must wait for me to go with me after school. I walked in front and she panted after me. My conscience forbids me to do this, because my sister has a congenital heart disease. So, I stopped. My sister came over slowly and said, "Aunt asked me to help you with your English. I will go to your house to help you! " I was taken aback and said, "won't you call me?" "Why did you run with me?" My sister said awkwardly, "I was afraid you wouldn't answer my phone, so I had to come to you." When I heard this, my heart was cut open in an instant. I helped her to my house. At this time, I clearly saw the surprise and relief on her face. There is only one childhood toy, and that is mine. When I was a child, that beautiful hairpin would always be pinned to my head. There is a classic saying that can be described as: her things are mine, and mine will always be mine. Then she came to see me, and I played with her. I found that she was actually very easy to get along with. No wonder she is so popular. Sometimes, when she loses, she will spoil me. Where are the high heels? I am immersed in the little happiness my sister gave me, so satisfied and so enjoyable. Looking at everything she has done for me, watching her earnest and careful appearance when she helps me learn English, watching her meticulous expression when she helps me solve math problems, love falls into my heart bit by bit. My sister is one grade above me. Last year, she went to grade one. I cried when she graduated. My sister and I are not in the same school, so naturally we have less time to see her. At first, we can meet at least two or three times a week. By the end of the first semester, my sister was busy with her homework, so we seldom met again. At that time, I always thought my sister would leave me forever. In my diary, I wrote a passage like this: When my sister left me, it was late autumn and early winter. It didn't snow, but it was raining in Mao Mao. Cold and tangled, heartbreaking, when a person is sad, the sky will also cry. My sister looked at it and said, "How could my sister leave you? You will also go to junior high school next year. Aren't we still in the same school? " When I was a child, I only knew how to avoid my sister, and my cold heart even forgot my sister's love for me. How much I want my sister to accompany me, hold her hand and say to her, "Sister, I love you." ?