Superpowered Girl: A Little Town of Twelve Years

Author: Song Bie Li
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Publish Date: 2006-12-01
Features: Without reading about the magical girl, you wouldn’t know how great love can be; without reading about the super-powered girl, you wouldn’t understand how to become strong. The novel tells the wonderful story of a girl with superpowers. In the hands of the author, these words are like a gentle breeze brushing past, adding a touch of comfort. With a lifelong pursuit of literature, the author possesses a keen insight, yet remains passionate and innocent. The love between parents, the bond of siblings, and the friendship depicted in the novel feel so close and warm to me.
January Snow Spirit Snowflakes: Rootless and leafless, they drift with the wind, often hexagonal, crystal clear, revealing a captivating beauty. What is the fleeting snow like? Some say it’s an arrow shot out, never to return; others say it’s water held in the hands, dripping away endlessly. As for me, I think it’s more like the flying snow before me—when you reach out to catch it, it melts away before you can take a close look, leaving only a few drops of water. It has cried and then vanished. I closed my eyes, lifted my face, and let the snowflakes fall gently, tickling and cool, feeling the traces of "time" on my 14-year-old face. The surroundings were quiet, only the rustling sound of falling snow. In front of me, there was a small bridge, flowers, and trees, and an artificial lake frozen over. This was a small park not far from my younger brother’s school, called Waterscape. Thinking of seeing him soon, my heart warmed, after all, he was the only family I had in this world.
He arrived. I heard the creaking of his footsteps, and my heart beat a little faster, but I still kept my head up. Suddenly, the footsteps grew lighter, and I squinted to see my brother tiptoeing closer, slowly spreading his arms as if to scare me. But I had deliberately given him the chance. After a moment, though, nothing happened, and I heard him ask, "Big sister, did you cry?" I opened my eyes to see my brother looking at me with wide, worried eyes. He wore a blue knitted hat, his cheeks flushed red from the cold, and a slightly worn bread suit. I reached out and touched my face—it was damp, and I burst out laughing. "Silly, it’s just snowwater!" My brother laughed too. His laugh was really cute—first, his lips curled, revealing two big dimples, then his thin lips parted, showing white teeth.
Ah, no wonder everyone, from a young age, said he was prettier than me, his older sister! Jealousy flared up, and I hugged him tightly and kissed him. My brother laughed even louder. He didn’t hold back either, pecking my cheek and smiling, saying, "Big sister, you’re not as pretty as me." I let go of him, spat on the ground, and said, "Stop showing off!" I took a red scarf from my bag and wrapped it around his neck. Looking around, I smiled and said, "Now that’s handsome!" The scarf was handmade, and I had already wrapped the other one around my own neck.
"It’s so warm!" My brother reached out to touch the scarf. "It’s like