-Pure moon

"windmill mountain"

Windmill Mountain, a beautiful place. Legend has it that when paper flowers fly all over the sky in windmill mountain, true love will appear That's where my sister yearns. My sister's room is covered with pictorials of Windmill Mountain, and a bunch of paper flowers are hung on the bedside. At that time, my sister 18 and I 10. My sister is eight years older than me.

Sister, she said that she would go to see the windmill mountain by her own efforts. Looking at my sister, I smiled happily. This time, sister 20, me 12. My sister went to college and worked while going to school. Sometimes, you can't come back until the early hours of the morning. Looking at my sister's hard work, I felt distressed for a while.

"orphanage"

My sister and I met in an orphanage. My sister said that she would take care of me all her life. Sister said that one day, our parents will come back to us. They only temporarily put us in the second hospital. My sister said that when she got rich, we would go to Windmill Mountain. My sister always calls me in the pure moon and the pure moon. My sister said ... we are interdependent and happy.

Then, as usual, we walked out of the second orphanage and rented a house. Then, we will be happy together. Everything is like a beautiful fairy tale. In the end, I will be happy with my sister.

Tragic fairy tales

However, fairy tales are all lies. ...

My sister fainted at the university graduation ceremony. I held my sister's hand and tears fell down in disappointment. Seeing my sister being pushed into the operating room step by step, there was nothing I could do.

The lights in the operating room are on and dark again.

My sister went into the operating room and never came back.

The doctor said that my sister had leukemia, and it was a miracle that she could live to this day ... I covered my ears and shook my head. I don't believe it, I don't believe it, my sister just left me. ...

After that, I was sent back to the orphanage, a place I hated.

My sister and I's fairy tale ended in tragedy. ...

One Man's Windmill Mountain

10 years later ...

I stood on the windmill hill and put down the paper flowers that my sister had folded before her death. Flying in the wind.

"Honey, why aren't you with me? Living alone is like a year. On the other side of the sea, there are dark clouds. I really want to be happy for you, but dear, why aren't you by my side ... "Dear sister, why aren't you by my side? Didn't we agree to watch Windmill Mountain together?