Every time I arrive at the airport, I have a deep touch. I always thought that if my brother was still alive, his dream would probably come true. He may become a pilot now. I saw more than 20 years ago in front of my eyes. At that time, my brother was a small child with purple cheeks.. The clothes he wears are old clothes of my brother and me, old and wide. He doesn’t have snacks or toys, but he looks like a sparrow every day. It seems that his world is full of happiness.. His mouth seemed to be covered with honey water, and he greeted his uncle and aunt sweetly.. The adults said he was sensible and praised his intelligence. One day after school, I went home with my schoolbag on my back. My brother’s eyes stared at the TV screen and watched cartoons with ecstasy. He also kept laughing hey hey.. I sat at the door folding up the paper plane. This is what the teacher taught us in class. The assignment that the teacher assigned on that day was that everyone went home to make two paper planes. My hand rubbed white paper and folded it into an ugly, heavy paper plane.. My brother caught a casual glimpse of the paper plane in my hand. He quickly moved the wooden stool to my side and begged me to teach him. I will slowly open and flatten the finished paper plane and teach him hand in hand. He had a high understanding and learned it after learning it again. The crumpled white paper flips quickly in his hand and folds into a beautiful paper plane in a blink of an eye.. He took it and threw it around the house. It flew forward through the bright light in the room and finally circled to the ground. Since then, he has enjoyed folding paper planes. It was a late autumn day, and the autumn sun of Gao quietly shone on the whole village. Our yard is basking in Huang Cancan’s corn. Packets of newly picked white cotton were piled in the house. Our family was sitting at a wooden table in the yard eating lunch, and there was a buzzing sound in the sky. We looked up and saw a plane flying very low. We could clearly see the huge fuselage and wings flying over the white and light clouds.. It is flying slowly over the village and towards the west. The younger brother lifted up his face and stared at the plane with intense eyes.. He suddenly got up and threw his rice bowl and chopsticks on the table, like a small steed galloping out. He ran after the plane and ran through the village lane to catch up with the open fields. As he ran, he shouted, ” The plane … ah the plane …” We watched him gallop back and thought he was insane. Mother was worried that he might trip or bump into the wall, chasing behind him with his rice bowl and shouting at him to stop him. But he lifted up his face and looked at the plane running, like stepping on a lightning hot wheels. He is like a weak kite pulled by a huge plane and seems to be flying in the air.. The plane slowly flew over the blue and lofty autumn sky, flying over villages, rivers and sand hills, throwing its younger brother over the fields. He stood stupidly on the ridge of the field, looking up at the plane turning into a defiant black spot on the horizon.. He came back in full head and sweat and told his mother that he had a dream that he would become a pilot when he grew up and fly around in a big plane.. Soon, all the villagers knew his dream. When people saw him, they poked fun at him and called him a little pilot. Once grandma came to our house. She looked at her brother and said she had seen the pilot long ago. Most pilots have yellow eyes, bright eyes and long arms, which make it easy to operate the rudder of the aircraft.. The younger brother also has yellow eyes and long arms. After hearing this, he was ecstatic and danced, and everyone said grandma said she was suitable for being a pilot.. He also begged his father to send him a plane toy on his birthday a month later. Father agreed on the spot. My brother folded several paper planes every day and looked forward to his father’s birthday present day and night..He often told us that when he grew up, he would become a pilot and take us to a fun place in a plane, but he died unexpectedly without waiting for his birthday.! That morning he still pestered me like a copycat, and he looked alive and kicking. By four or five o’clock in the afternoon, his body was already stiff.. I took his cold hand to call him and call him, but he lay still. I put his favorite paper airplane in front of him, and he still looks sleepy. He was accompanied into the funeral that day by new clothes to be worn until New Year’s Day, as well as a pile of colourful paper planes he folded. More than 20 years of time in the years of rain and snow is just a flick of a finger. After more than 20 years, both my brother and I have grown up. We seldom mention brother. In this world, my brother seems to have never existed, but he is just a character in our nightmare. We are deluding ourselves! My brother is a permanent hurt in our hearts. We all don’t want to touch the bleeding scar deep inside. One day, our family rode past the airport. Mother said she wanted to see the plane very much, so her brother drove around to the airport. Our family stood on the high mound, looking at the airport surrounded by the iron fence.. I saw a row of silvery-white planes parked on the sparse tarmac, and a plane was about to land slowly. We all thought of our younger brother, the scene of his chasing a plane many years ago, and his dream of becoming a pilot.. Father looked at the plane landing with wet eyes. He said he had a great regret in his life that he didn’t buy a plane toy for his brother.. Mother also remembered what her brother had said. She said that her brother likes folding paper planes and wants to be a pilot when he grows up. My brother said that when he became a pilot, he would take our family to a fun place to travel in a big plane. Mother said here, our tears burst into our eyes. Mother saw our tears, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and a smile appeared on her face and said, ” Alas, I shouldn’t mention those sad things. The past is over.”. Our family is living well now and will be better in the future.. ‘ I can’t help but weep when I think of these past events. I sat on the sofa tearing off a piece of paper from a book and quietly folding the paper plane. Under the light, I seem to see my older brother wearing pilot’s clothes and a handsome and capable look.. He was sitting in the cockpit, wearing a helmet headset. He steered the plane with ease. The plane flew in the vast air and headed for a beautiful place..