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Sister Wei has cancer, terminal. Wei Jie, who learned the news, was unusually calm. She smiled: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter whether it is cured or not." My heart hurts like a knife.
Sister Wei didn't cry or feel sad. She lives as usual. Work, cook and watch movies. She drew many paper cranes, all pure white, like snow. In my opinion, paper cranes are as pure as Sister Wei.
It is often Wei Jie who looks at her paper crane in a daze. Every time she draws a picture, she will fold it into the shape of a paper crane and throw it into the lake downstairs to let it drift away. Sister Wei said that paper cranes should have their own homes after all. Wei Jie also said that she hoped that there would be no crying, no sadness, only laughter at her funeral. I cried, "Sister Wei, you won't die, you won't, how can you have the heart to leave us ..." Sister Wei smiled: "Life is not about length, just leave your footprints in the world and live." Yeah, it's good to be alive.
Later, Sister Wei folded a paper crane every day and put them in a beautiful jar. She said that when she got enough 1000, it was time for her to leave.
Sister Wei was originally a beautiful girl with long hair, big eyes and fair skin. But chemotherapy made her lose her beautiful long hair. She laughed at herself: "I am extremely smart." I forced a smile: "I'll buy you a hat to wear so that no one can see that you have no hair." I really bought her a hat. Sister Wei likes it very much and wears it on her head every day.
My parents took my sister Wei and me all over the country. On the Great Wall, next to Potala Palace and Daming Lake. Many places have left our footprints. Sister Wei is very happy. She said she hadn't been so happy for a long time. Even when traveling, she doesn't forget to bring her paper cranes, one after another.
The paper crane is about to fold 1000 yuan, and my worries are increasing day by day.
Finally, one day, Sister Wei passed away. She died in her sleep. When we found out, she had left the world she was attached to with a smile. Mom and dad are crying badly. I didn't cry when I watched her die, nor did I cry when I watched her cremate. My tears disappeared like evaporation. But you know, Sister Wei, all the words seem so pale and powerless, telling me how much I miss you.
White paper cranes, with my thoughts on them, fly far away. ...
The next day: Chen
Sisters paper crane