My Beautiful Sister Turned Out to Be My Teacher

Under the boundless sky of emotion, age is like a mote of dust and gender is like a breeze, neither of which can stop the flow of love. Although I am a little immature on the scale of time, as we are both women, how can our heart-to-heart integration be limited? A girl's admiration for a girl is like the twinkling of a clear star, so pure that it cannot be stained by dust, and so hot that it can turn into frost. And the protection of girls from girls is like towering mountains standing still, firmness full of affection, gentleness full of strength. This friendship transcends worldly definitions and has nothing to do with romance. It is the most sincere response deep in the soul. It flows quietly and shines through the long river of time, warming every corner of each other's lives.