2020.07.03 姊弟情深-親情是永恆的
姐弟情深 - 親情是永恆的
今日清晨讀了這篇故事(
Thee Eternal of Brother and Sister)，流著淚讀完。窮困人家的孩子，無法讓姊弟同時上學，弟弟犧牲自己學業，處處為姊姊著想，成長歷程，弟弟離家打工，資助姊姊完成學業，即至成長到姊姊公司工作，仍然堅持擔任基層工作，不讓姊姊、姊夫難以領導。這份情懷，除了姊弟情深，更是一份品格，有些可能是小事，但是能做到，那份情操是應堅守？抑或方便行事？考驗的是每個人的價值觀和毅力以及對生活的態度吧!
關懷身邊的人，可能只是一件小事，但是對於那個人來說，這可能意味著很多。有能力幫助、關懷他人時，記得伸出溫暖的雙手。愛與關懷需要長時間來培育。
姐弟情深，故事內容如下：
我出生在山上一個僻靜的村莊。我的父母日復一日地在貧瘠的黃土高原上耕作，有一天，我想買一條手帕，我周圍的所有女孩似乎都擁有。因此，有一天我從父親的抽屜裡偷了50分錢。父親馬上就發現了。
「誰偷了錢？」他問我弟弟和我。我嚇呆了，不敢說話。我們倆都沒有承認過錯，所以他說：「很好，如果沒人願意承認，你們倆都應該受到懲罰！」突然，我的弟弟握住父親的手，說：「爸爸，我是做這件事的人！」弟弟為我承擔了責任和懲罰。
在半夜裡，我突然大聲喊叫。我弟弟用小手摀住我的嘴，說：「姊姊，現在別哭了。一切都發生了。」當我的弟保護我時，我永遠不會忘記他的表情。那年，我弟弟8歲，我11歲。我仍然討厭自己沒有足夠的勇氣來承認自己的所作所為。數年過去了，但事件似乎仍然像昨天一樣。
當我弟弟上中學的最後一年時，他被鎮中部的一所高中錄取。同時，我被該省的一所大學錄取。那天晚上，父親蹲在院子裡，一包一包地吸煙。我能聽到他問我的母親：「我們兩個孩子的學習成績都好嗎？效果很好嗎？「母親擦乾眼淚，嘆了口氣：「有什麼用？我們怎麼可能為他們兩個提供學費？」
那時，我弟弟走了出去，他站在父親面前說：「爸爸，我不想繼續學習了，我已經讀了足夠多的書。」父親生氣了。「為什麼你的精神如此軟弱？即使這意味著我必須在大街上乞討，我也會送你們兩個去學校，直到你們倆都完成學業為止！」然後，他開始敲敲村里的每所房子借錢。
我盡可能輕柔地伸出手，撫摸弟弟的臉，並告訴他：「一個男孩必須繼續學習。如果沒有，他將無法克服我們正在經歷的這種貧困。」另一方面，我決定不繼續大學學習。
沒有人知道，第二天，天亮之前，我的弟弟帶著幾件破舊的衣服和一些干豆離開了房子。他偷偷溜到我的床邊，在我的枕頭上留下了一張紙條，「姐姐，上大學並不容易。我會去找工作，然後匯款給您。」我坐在床上拿著鈔票，哭了直到失去聲音。
父親從整個村莊借來的錢，以及弟弟在建築工地背上背水泥賺來的錢，最終，我設法進入了大學學習的第三年。那年，我弟弟17歲，我20歲。
有一天，當我在房間裡讀書時，我的室友進來告訴我：「外面有一個村民在等你！」為什麼會有一個村民在找我？我走了出去，遠遠地看到了我的兄弟。他的全身佈滿了灰塵，灰塵，水泥和沙子。我問他：「你為什麼不告訴我的室友你是我的兄弟？」
他笑著回答：「看看我的模樣。如果他們知道我是你的兄弟，他們會怎麼想？他們會不會嘲笑你？」我感到很感動，眼淚充滿了我的眼睛。我清除了弟弟身體上的灰塵。摀著鼻子告訴他：「我不在乎別人會怎麼說！無論你長什麼樣，你都是我的兄弟。」
他從口袋裡掏出一隻蝴蝶髮夾。他把它戴在我的頭髮上說，「我看到鎮上的所有女孩都戴著它。我想你也應該有一個。」我再也忍不住了。我把哥哥抱在懷裡哭了。那年，我弟弟20歲，而我23歲。
結婚後，我住在這座城市。我丈夫多次邀請我的父母來和我們一起生活，但他們不想。他們說，一旦離開村莊，他們將不知所措。我的兄弟同意他們的觀點。他說：“姊姊，您照顧您的公婆。我會在這裡照顧爸爸媽媽。」
我丈夫成為他工廠的廠長。我們要求我的兄弟接受擔任維修部門經理的提議。但是我兄弟拒絕了這個提議。他堅持以修理工的身份開始工作。
有一天，我弟弟在梯子上修理電纜時被電擊，被送往醫院。我和丈夫在醫院探望了他。我看著他腿上的石膏，我抱怨道：「你為什麼拒絕擔任經理的提議？經理不會做那種危險的事情。現在看著你–您遭受嚴重傷害。你為什麼不聽我們的話？」
他臉上表情嚴肅，為自己的決定辯護：「想想姐夫，他剛當上了主任。我沒有受過教育，就成為一名經理，將會流傳什麼樣的謠言？」我丈夫的眼睛充滿了眼淚，然後我說：「但是，僅僅因為我，您就缺乏教育！」
「你為什麼談論過去？」他說，然後他握住我的手。那年，他26歲，而我29歲。我哥哥娶了了一個村里的農家女孩，當時30歲。在婚禮招待會上，司儀問他：「誰是您最尊敬和最愛的人？」
他甚至不花時間思考，回答說：「我的姐姐。」他繼續講一個我什至不記得的故事。「當我上小學時，學校在另一個村莊。每天，我和姐姐都會步行2個小時去學校，然後回到家。有一天，我丟了一隻手套。我姐姐給了我她的一個。她只戴著一隻手套。我們回到家時，由於天氣寒冷，她的手在顫抖。她甚至不能握住筷子。從那天起，我發誓只要我活著，我就會照顧姐姐，永遠對她有益。」
掌聲響起了整個房間。所有的客人都把注意力轉向了我。我艱難地說：「在我的一生中，我最要感謝的是我的兄弟。」在這個快樂的時刻，在人群面前，眼淚又滾落了我的臉。
道德：愛與關懷每一天所愛的人。您可能會認為您所做的只是一件小事，但是對於那個人來說，這可能意味著很多。有些關係可以維持更長的時間，但仍然需要愛與關懷來培育它們。
The
Eternal Bond of Brother and Sister (2020.07.03)
I was born in a
secluded village on a mountain. Day after day, my parents plowed the yellow dry
soil with their backs towards the sky. One day, I wanted to buy a handkerchief,
which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my
father’s drawer. Father discovered about the stolen money right away.
“Who stole
the money?” he asked my brother and me. I was stunned, too afraid to talk.
Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, “Fine, if nobody wants to
admit, you both should be punished!” Suddenly, my younger brother gripped
Father’s hand and said, “Dad, I was the one who did it!” He took the blame, and
punishment, for me.
In the middle of
the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with
his little hand and said, “Sis, now don’t cry anymore. Everything has
happened.” I will never forget my brother’s expression when he protected me.
That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. I still hate
myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did. Years went by, but
the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday.
When my brother was
in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary
school in the central part of town. At the same time, I was accepted into a
university in the province. That night, Father squatted in the yard, smoking
packet by packet. I could hear him ask my mother, “Both of our children, they
have good results? Very good results?” Mother wiped off her tears and sighed,
“What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?”
At that time, my
brother walked out, he stood in front of Father and said, “Dad, I don’t want to
continue my study anymore, I have read enough books.” Father became angry. “Why
do you have a spirit so weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the
streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your
studies!” And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow
money.
I stuck out my hand
as gently as I could to my brother’s face, and told him, “A boy has to continue
his study. If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are
experiencing.” I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the
university.
Nobody knew that on
the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of
worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left
a note on my pillow, “Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go
find a job and I will send money to you.” I held the note while sitting on my
bed, and cried until I lost my voice.
With the money
father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from
carrying cement on his back at a construction site, finally, I managed to get
to the third year of my study in the university. That year, my brother was 17
years old and I was 20 years old.
One day, while I
was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me, “There’s a villager
waiting for you outside!” Why would there be a villager looking for me? I
walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with
dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, “Why did you not tell my roommate
that you are my brother?”
He replied with a
smile, “Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I
am your brother? Won’t they laugh at you?” I felt so touched, and tears filled
my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother’s body. And told him with a
lump in my throat, “I don’t care what people would say! You are my brother no
matter what your appearance.”
From his pocket, he
took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, ‘I saw all the
girls in town are wearing it. I think you should also have one.’ I could not
hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried. That
year, my brother was 20 years old and I was 23 years old.
After I got
married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come
and live with us, but they didn’t want. They said once they left the village,
they wouldn’t know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He said, “Sis, you
just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of Mom and Dad here.”
My husband became
the directors of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being
the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer.
He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.
One day, my brother
was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was
sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at
the plaster cast on his leg, I grumbled, “Why did you reject the offer of being
a manager? Managers won’t do something dangerous like that. Now look at you –
you are suffering a serious injury. Why didn’t you just listen to us?”
With a serious
expression on his face, he defended his decision, “Think of your
brother-in-law, he just became the director. If I, being uneducated, would
become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?” My husband’s eyes
filled up with tears, and then I said, “But you lack in education only because
of me!”
“Why do you
talk about the past?” he said and then he held my hand. That year, he was 26
years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30 years old when he married a
farmer girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of
ceremonies asked him, “Who is the one person you respect and love the most?”
Without even taking
a time to think, he answered, “My sister.” He continued by telling a story I
could not even remember. “When I was in primary school, the school was in a
different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school
and back home. One day, I lost one of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers.
She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands
were trembling because of the cold weather. She could not even hold her
chopsticks. From that day on, I swore that as long as I lived, I would take
care of my sister and would always be good to her.”
Applause filled up
the room. All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak,
“In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother,” And in
this happy occasion, in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face
again.
Moral: Love and
care for the one you love every single day of your life. You may think what you
did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot. Some
relations are made to be last longer but they still need to be nurtured with
love and care.
