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I want to tell you a story, whether the boy is amir or the girl is poor, or the girl is loved by the boy, or the girl is poor, or the girl is poor, or this story is an emotional story, or it is also interesting, our 12000 words are
Mingwen
She is a young girl who experiences poverty and loss. She is resilient,compassionate,and determined. Mingwen recalls her past with her brother,where they faced poverty but found joy in small things. After losing her brother,she was taken in by a wealthy family. Though initially treated as a servant,she eventually wins the heart of the son,Jianwen,and gains acceptance. Despite challenges,she strives to hold onto hope and love.
Amir
His exact role or significance in the story is unclear or not fully developed. He may be a potential suitor or acquaintance mentioned in passing,adding complexity or tension to Mingwen's life amidst her challenges.
Brother (Mingwen's brother)
He is Mingwen's younger brother who passed away in childhood due to illness. He is remembered as being close to Mingwen and bringing joy to their poor but loving household. His death has a lasting impact on Mingwen,evoking deepseated memories and emotions that shape her perspective and resilience.
When I was young, I was poor.
My brother and I were as close as two fingers on the same hand.
Even though we were poor, we were happy.
When it rained, my brother would take me to the fields to play.
The rain made the mud soft and cool, and my brother would slide down the slope on his stomach.
I would laugh so hard that my belly would ache from laughing.
Sometimes, he would pick up the frogs that came out after the rain and put them on my head.
I would scream and run around trying to get them off me.
He would laugh so hard that he had to hold onto the grass to keep himself from falling over.
When he got sick, I took care of him.
I carried him on my back to go see the doctor.
Even though we didn’t have any money, the doctor still treated us with kindness.
My brother eventually died from his illness, and I was left alone in this world.
After losing my brother, I didn’t know what to do.
I was still young, but I had lost the person that mattered most to me in this world.
The rain starts falling as I walk through the familiar path to the fields.
Each step sinks into the softening mud, and I remember how my brother used to slide down this slope on his stomach.
I reach the slope where we used to play, and now it is covered with wild grass.
Standing there, I can still hear my brother’s laughter in my mind.
The rain gets heavier, soaking through my clothes.
A frog hops by, and I flinch, remembering how my brother used to put them on my head.
My chest tightens as I realize that I will never hear his teasing again.
The muddy water streams down my face, mixing with my tears.
"Do you still come here often, even after all these years?" a voice asks softly from behind me.
I turn to see my childhood friend, Mei, standing with an umbrella.
"Only when it rains," I reply, managing a small smile, "because it's the only time I feel like he's still here with me."
Mei approaches cautiously, her footsteps squelching in the mud.
I remain still, letting the rain mask my tears as she draws closer.
When she reaches me, she doesn't speak - she understands these moments of grief.
Instead, she gently squeezes my shoulder, grounding me in the present.
The wild grass bends under the force of the rain, and I notice how it's grown taller since my last visit.
My brother would have loved hiding in it, jumping out to surprise me.
A small smile breaks through my tears.
"Do you ever feel like he's watching over you?" Mei asks, her voice barely audible over the rain.
"Sometimes," I admit, looking up at the dark clouds, "especially when the wind rustles the leaves just right."
Mei nods, her eyes softening with understanding. "He'd want you to keep laughing, you know."
Mei's hand is warm and steady in mine as we make our way across the muddy ground.
The rain has turned lighter now, falling in a gentle mist that clings to our clothes.
My feet know this path instinctively - past the old oak tree where my brother once built a makeshift swing, around the cluster of rocks we used as our fortress.
The wet grass brushes against our ankles, leaving dark streaks on our shoes.
When we reach the edge of the field, I pause to look back one last time.
A sudden breeze stirs the tall grass, making it wave like ripples on water.
