Reminiscing about childhood, brotherhood is as deep as the sea
When I crossed the river at both ends of the city and came to my hometown, the air was as fresh and cool as ever.
Images of my childhood began to play out frame by frame in my mind, and I remembered the happy times when I was a kid running wildly in the fields with my younger siblings and soaking my feet in the river to catch fish.
We walked in a long line, talking and laughing along the narrow dirt road at the head of the village, and the weeds and flowers on the roadside dotted our way home. My mother greeted her outside the courtyard gate with the dishes for dinner, and her smile was as warm as spring breeze and snow.
At dinner, my brothers and sisters fought over each other for an extra piece of meat, and my parents looked at us with smiles in their eyes.
Whenever the rainstorm came, my brother was always afraid of the rumbling thunder, so he hid in my bed and snuggled up with me. I stroked his hair and lulled him to sleep.
When we were hungry, I was reluctant to finish it myself, and I would give half of it to my brother. We grew up inseparable, like a pair of little swallows in a tree.
Although we grew up and went our separate ways, we still went back to our hometown for reunions during the Spring Festival. My brother came to pick me up in his new car, and along the way we talked about each other's work and family, as well as about the changes in our hometown.
When I got out of the car, my mother was already at the door, her figure was much shorter than before, but the wrinkles on her face replaced words, telling us how much she missed us.
In the evening, a few of us sat together, and you talked about the interesting things of the past, which caused the whole family to laugh from time to time. That familiar feeling returned, and we were like going back to the most carefree childhood, and my brother and I became the inseparable little swallows again.
Although the years have passed and we have all grown old, the friendship between brothers and sisters has been integrated into the blood and bones, as deep as the ocean, and will never be exhausted.
Middle-aged alienation, interests return to interests
In our eyes, our parents are always loving, kind, and caring for us wholeheartedly. But when we grow up and begin to understand the distribution of benefits, it is inevitable that there will be disagreements between brothers.
After my eldest brother and I both achieved a small success in our careers, my father wanted to give us the accumulated real estate. I wanted to split it evenly, but my eldest brother was more decisive than me, so he insisted on getting a share of the property.
The two of them argued endlessly and even fought over this issue.
Gradually, the parents leaned towards the eldest brother because he was able to take care of them. As a result, I became more and more resentful and felt that they were unfair. On holidays, I don't go home anymore, and I only keep a formal greeting with my family.
In this way, we brothers are strangers to each other, one only thinks about maximizing his own interests, and the other has the heart of being wronged. Parents also have a hard time, and they hope that we will be reconciled as before, but the gap has emerged.
Until one day, the eldest brother's child had a serious illness, and he urgently needed money. At this time, I didn't want to send him a check for my savings and took the initiative to call to care about his condition.
After receiving the check, my eldest brother was very surprised, called me to say thank you, and said that he would definitely compensate me in the future.
It dawned on me that in the face of interests, we had all changed. I was so concerned about the money that I forgot that brotherhood is what lasts forever. Although we are still living separately, we have now put away the thorn of interest and regained our brotherhood.
In his later years, he dreamed of love and righteousness
I returned to my hometown, looked at the familiar grass and trees in front of me, and the scenes with the Cao Pi brothers began to play out in front of me.
When we were children, we used to fight over a toy, even with fists, and my mother always had a lot of effort to pull us apart. However, when Cao Pi was sick and bedridden, I would sneak into his bed and tell him stories until he fell asleep.
We are always inseparable, holding each other's hands wherever we go to play.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and after my father passed away, we had a fierce quarrel over the throne. I thought the throne should be divided equally between the two sons, but Cao Pi strongly demanded to inherit most of the property power.
For this reason, we cut off contact and did not communicate for many years.
It wasn't until one day that Cao Pi was seriously ill and urgently needed money for treatment, so he contacted me to ask for help. When I learned the news, I immediately remitted him a large sum of money and took the initiative to call to inquire about his condition.
After receiving the remittance, Cao Pi was very grateful to me, called to say sorry, and said that he would definitely repay me in the future.
At this moment, it dawned on me that in the face of interests, we had all changed. Too much time is wasted on mutual suspicion and hatred, but brotherhood is the most precious.
We are flesh and blood, and even if we go through twists and turns, we will eventually return to the original acquaintance and cherishment.
Since then, I have taken the initiative to contact Cao Pi and ask him to stay with me for a while to catch up with the past. He also put aside his face and heart knots and came happily. We recall the bits and pieces of when we were children, and feel that time flies, and the children have grown old.
Although I missed too much, I can still cherish and tolerate the rest of the time with brotherly friendship.
Life is like a white horse, and we are no longer the inseparable little swallows of the past. But blood is thicker than water, and flesh and blood affection eventually prevails over everything. I want to spend the last days of my life loving my brothers to live up to this life.
External troubles and internal worries, help each other in the same boat
Brotherhood is like a small boat, carrying the weight of you and me day after day. It can take us happily when the wind is good, and it can also protect us from harm when the wind and waves are upside down.