My sister whose majoy is Chinese literature thinks in a different way from I do. Maybe that is the difference between people who learn liberal arts and engineering or science. She always likes to told me what she feels while I tend to foucus on the reality and how things work. Sometimes I think what she said is boring and useless and don't want to talk to her. But I never told her that because I don't want to hurt her.
Althrough I don't think emotionally, for the most time, that doesn't mean I don't like humanities. On the contrary, I am an aficionado of Chinese history and Chinese literature espacially poems. I always recite poem when I was strolling during the break of classes. When I was not busy I like reading history books and documentary films or some kind of historical themes dramas. When I was upset I can remember those Chinese old sayings, they give me power to face the reality and be strong again.
Today, my sister sent me a message from qq. She told me her dream. She dreamed about we had been back to childhood again when I was five years old and always play with my elder sister. It got me to contemplate our golden childhood. On cherishing this, tears drop from my eyes. Those are tears of happiness.
According to Chinese traditional customs, brothers are like hands and feet. So I will always remember what sister ever did for me, and spare no effort to help her if she need me.