最感动的爱情誓言：熟悉雨那年，我不过16岁。16岁的时节，本是如花的年龄，但是我的生活却无法阳光灿烂。越来越镇静的战事，牵动着母亲为父亲(father)远行担忧的心，也让我的花季充斥着空袭警报的刺耳背叫。日本人侵略的步子越迈越大，伴伴随着战争的猛烈，我们家客厅的气氛也飘浮着一种说不出的感觉，仿佛擦根洋火都会扑灭一样。我总是大气也不敢出，望着母亲红肿的眼睛，心里默默地为远方的父亲祈祷。
雨就是在这样镇静的空气中，和爸爸一同出现在我家门前的。他站在门口，那早晨阳光将他的飞行茄克镀上一层淡淡金色，也许是好久没有好好歇息，他神情透出一种疲惫，但目光中充溢的是浓浓化不开的情感。我不知道什么叫爱情，在诗词小说中寻找那份温柔的情感，是不是就是爱情？他身边空气里荡漾的是羊皮茄克好闻味道，从那以后，一向到现在，这样的飞行茄克和空气中的皮革味道，是我心目中须眉汉子的标准。
我一直不肯开口叫他叔叔，其实他不过只比我大12岁。那一年他28岁，从南洋返国，为国家效力。在他们家与我们家本是世交，我拒绝叫他叔叔，无论父母如何说我没有礼貌，我依然固执地呼唤：喂。这是个不伦不类称呼，我不能叫他叔叔，也不能直呼其名，只有这样暗昧地称呼了。他笑着笑影浮动淡淡认可，他是个温文尔雅的人，从富贵之家，却无一点纨绔子弟风度永远和颜悦色、淡淡笑脸给我梦魇般16岁带来最灿烂阳光。我甘愿沉醉于雨带来的阳光中直到姐姐归来。
我的姐姐是我父母骄傲，她鲜艳在后方军人家的闻名遐迩，而且性格极佳学养也高，与她并肩毛毛草草的小我简直连丑小丫都不是了。她归来，我才知道原来那笑影闪烁阳光非为我，这更像早晨旭日鲜艳早霞只为了正午燃烧从姐姐与雨眼中读出了默契另有迫不得已承认让我心开始片片开裂的情感。原来他们早就熟悉，我终于晓畅为什么不会希望我叫他Uncle了。
看着他的身上似曾相识毛衣想到去年暑假，她专心编织房间里的日子明天那个作品穿在他的身上似乎早就知道她的到来，它那样明白地向我昭示了一段隐秘感情白色刺痛眼睛另有16岁的心父亲与雨谈前方战事总是忧心忡忡；I know father再赴前线那是不避免的事实，而rain也将有遨游蓝天的一天吧？在蓝天遨游多么浪漫而醉心的事儿但是在那个战火纷飞年代这段飞行旅程要靠鲜血生命完成I begin to fear fear his sudden departure between the times between the times I fear he and father talk about war variety although his eyes are full of tender emotion completely for my sister though their love in parents' permission becomes gradually clear but I still want to indulge in my own ideals cannot be pulled away.
Has anyone known a girl's secret love at 16? Standing far away silently watching him letting thoughts fly towards him letting hearts approach him but when he comes near then suddenly running away like doing good deeds heart pounding. My sister's happiness and intoxication make me sigh in some corner of my heart. My sister she doesn't hear it her red face her eyes transmitting information how much it tortures the delicate flower-like heart.
The things that come will always come; father and rain only stayed home for less than two months before leaving. That night when they had dinner together my sister didn't come downstairs to eat I knew her eyes were already crying red from crying now probably still hiding under the quilt not wanting to give mother who is worried about father a gloomy look again. Before going to sleep I ran into my sister's room hugged her suddenly feeling like we've never been so connected by blood we guard the same happiness pray for the same hope: for father also for him.
Disasters never change with human will first came reports of tight war situations spreading quietly through families left behind mother's tears and worry have completely exhausted her weak body she calls out weakly for father clutching our hands unwilling to leave. Sister cries fainting beside mother I know this has been heavier than mine many times over without news of Father Rain dies in action news arrives while standing at door where he once stood looking at where he smiled under sunlight He is a hero I hadn't thought such an elegant man would be that brave crashing 3 enemy planes before crashing into another plane with severe wounds His life his love etched forever on blue skies deeply carved on Sister's heart.
Sister sat motionless on ground all day pale-faced She said nothing.
My Sister died of lung disease a year later autumn leaves crimson mountainside smile frozen on lips knowing she saw Rain there this eternal beauty becoming my first love man. Open curtains evening already sunset reddish hues remain
In twilight barely visible one ray cuts across sky longingly
I know that is Rain's eternal melancholy