Original author: Ren Lili| Chifeng City, Inner Mongolia
The third anniversary of the four-word poem and the elder sister
Woohoo my sister, suddenly dead.
Fifty full birthdays, three weeks.
A son and a daughter, mournful.
The parents are rare, and the liver and intestines are broken.
Brothers and sisters, tears wash their faces.
The eldest sister has a lifetime of hardships and preparations.
From an early age, he was intelligent and capable.
However, his father was critically ill and dropped out of school.
The division commander sighed and went to the door to persuade him to study.
In the end, he will not be able to defeat the poor and have no access to the school.
Fifteen is small, and the brick factory makes a living.
Shoulder a thousand pounds, carry a thousand stones.
Help the old and the young, the pillar of the family.
The eldest brother is thirteen, and the younger sister is only four.
Home hospital, there are many rushes.
One expense, limited land.
The eldest sister shouldered her shoulders and propped up her home.
Nine years, twenty-fourteen years old.
Years of bitterness, lean facial muscles.
Rumors are rife and there is a bad disease.
Relatives say that the matchmaker, marriage is destined.
The husband's family is crowded, and the eldest sister runs the family.
Leave early and return late, pick up coal and cultivate the land.
The days are solid and the savings are more than enough.
Buying a car to pour grain is getting dawning.
My sister is high wind, the first to promote fraternity.
Distant and close, a clump of harmony.
There are well-known, three or five confidants.
Neighbors are harmonious and help each other.
Love comes from sincerity.
Everything that goes through is organized.
Do not make false accusations, and the child is not deceived.
Take care of the housework and have children.
From the in-laws to the aunts.
True to the heart, spread throughout the Qili.
Fit his personality, and even his superiority.
Wolfhound, one and two wide.
Bringing your own children, it is difficult to walk.
Later, there was the Wei family, and the combination became a family.
The youngest daughter of the Wei clan, only nine years old.
A family of five, happy and happy.
Children are benevolent and righteous, and they are successful in their studies.
The eldest daughter marries and often comes and goes.
I have a son who is cute and satisfying.
Family help, happy and harmonious.
The weather is unpredictable, and disasters fall.
The heart is sick, and I don't think so,
Syncope from early rise, rescue is ineffective.
Friends and loved ones, all mournful.
Unmarried, unfulfilled.
Woo woo my sister, three weeks in the festival.
Children are filial piety, and paper money is innumerable.
Wept bitterly in front of the grave, and wept on our knees.
The old mother tugged at her heart and tore her lungs.
Many people are supporting each other, and they are not willing to leave.
Woo my sister, although the shell is dark.
The spirit is eternal, and the soul is eternal.
Now it is also a long story, less than a corner.
May heaven be all right.
This is the weekly sacrifice, and this is the best of it.
Woohoo! My sister will never say goodbye!
2021.7.11
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Ren Lili, a Chinese teacher at Jinshan No. 2 Primary School in Qaraqin Banner, Chifeng City, Inner Mongolia, loves to read and think. He studied in the Han 29 class of Alxa League Normal School for three years.