My sister and I looked forward to newclothes for the New Year. But one day my mother said, “Listen, children. Wedon’t have enough money now. So only one of you can get new clothes.” Thesilence lasted for a few minutes. My tears were coming out. “OK, I havean idea,” my sister said. “I’ll write ‘new clothes’ on a piece of paper and‘nothing’ on another. We cast lots ( 抽签) to decide.’ I agreed.While she was writing at the table, I found her clothes were old and she hadgrown too big for the clothes. I looked at my own. They were old, but still theright size for me. “Pick one,”my sister said. I picked oneand opened it. Two words ran into my eyes: NEW CLOTHES. I forgot my sadfeelings and jumped up. A few days later, I ran into the sitting roomin my new clothes where my mother and my sister were reading. My sister gave mea smile and went on reading. My mother called me to her side and showed me twopieces of paper. On each of them was written: NEW CLOTHES.