If I want to describe this love in color, before today, I would choose a faint, almost pure white, elegant yellow and warm, and the gentleness of dependence. The smile of my senior sister is in this boring life. Perhaps for me, it is the only sweet medicine that has not been successful. It is her sarcastic little fun. Every time I see me sulking, she always likes to hug me from behind, learn from my stuttering tone, and give me softness, a light kiss with a little sweetness. It is the raspberry fragrance of her lips, like a magic potion, so that I can forget all sadness, anger, sorrow, sadness, and sorrow.