My Brother

My brother protected me from the violent storm in my dark world. He came from my boundless imagination. In this huge universe, he became a star. I was about to leave this city. When I looked up at the pale sky and dug into the darkness in my heart bit by bit, there was an invisible force that pulled me into a dream. About this article It is purely fictitious, please do not imitate it. There are very few words. ———————— Rabindranath Tagore said: "Be born in the splendor of summer flowers and die in the quiet beauty of autumn leaves." My brother was not born in the summer, but he died in the autumn. I don't know how he died because he hid it from me year after year. When people's material needs are met, they will crave spiritual needs. My brother can satisfy my spiritual needs. My brother is a top student, but he never asked me to score 90% or make various plans. He completely accepted me. My brother loves me very much. He will listen to all my complaints, then comfort me, hug me, and wipe away my tears. He says that everyone needs comfort and should not take things personally. I listen to him, so I am even happier. My brother would also teach me to write math problems unconditionally. I could understand every question. He would not scold me. He was very patient. He would tell me not to rush and then teach me over and over again. My brother often supports me. He supports me in writing novels and encourages me to write more and never give up. He said that being able to write a complete story is a very powerful thing. He also liked the paintings I painted. He said that my painting style kept changing and became more beautiful each time. He asked me to paint more. He said that my paintings were very cute and he liked them very much. He thinks every song I listen to is very nice, and he often lets me play songs I like, and he says he likes them too. I listened to what he said and did everything, so he was very happy and so was I. My brother is very strong. He never cries in front of me. He always protects me. He says he is a strong protective shield. I just need to stand behind him. I told my brother that I loved him very much, and he said that he loved me too. But my brother lied to me, and my brother died. They didn't tell me how my brother died or where he was buried. I said I missed my brother very much, but they said I no longer had a brother. I said I wanted to look for my brother, but they wouldn't let me. After my brother died, I went to junior high school. I had no one to talk to about my grievances, no one to wipe away my tears, no one to hug me, no one to praise me all the time, no one to tell me to be happy, and no one to be my protective shield. But some people will lose their temper with me, some will scold me, some will hit me, some will ask me to go to key classes, some will ask me to get 100 in all subjects, some will ask me to make plans, some will say that the songs I listen to are like crazy, and some will say that my paintings are ugly. It turned out that my brother's drawer was full of antidepressants, and he wasn't happy. My brother hid them from me year after year. My brother was not born in summer and could not be a summer flower, but he died in autumn and became an autumn leaf. Concept: When you lose a loved one, fantasy will creep into your heart