My brother smiled again and wrote 420 words.

My brother's composition is 600 words: Brother, you are so funny. Cheerful music came from the eaves of my house. Yes, my brother is using his funny talent. My brother's composition is 600 words: Brother, you are so funny. My brother stands proudly as a "laughing altar" with his lovely appearance and rich body language. He is an interesting little artist that everyone knows-he is Yin Jie. Once, my brother said he would take me out to play by bike. I'm so happy! But can my brother's disturbing skills drive me? It is conceivable that there are many dangers along the way. On the road, the car turned left and right for a while, which made me tremble. My brother and I are like riding a small boat slowly on a rough sea. At a corner, my brother wanted to show off his driving skills and turned a corner with supersonic speed, but the car tilted to the right and we both fell to the ground. My brother is thick-skinned and hard-boned. This injury is nothing to him. And my skin is tender, how can I stand such a "heavy blow" and cry? The composition material "Brother writes 600 words: Brother, you are so funny". Crying and saying, "dead brother, I'll tell grandpa!" " "Brother got a fright, but grandpa's fist was blind. My brother used his quick wits and said, "Good sister, don't cry, let me perform a program! ""I saw him wriggling his ass, waving his hands and jumping like a toad and an old hen. It was very funny. I couldn't help laughing and joined in. Another time, my brother said he would play badminton with me. I don't want to mention how excited I am. I haven't practiced my skills for a long time. White badminton dances between us, just like a white butterfly. How beautiful! But my brother is full of hands and feet, and it's always a bit rough to do anything. It's my brother's turn to serve. He said, "Sister, let you see my brother's unique stunt' fishing for the moon in the sea'." I saw my brother gently throw it with his hand and then pick it up with a racket, but just a little bit, the ball fell to the ground. My brother refused to accept it and did it again. It was still the same. "Brother, can you hurry up?" I can't stand it any longer. I let out a "lion roar". "Don't worry, darling, even geniuses make mistakes!" My brother used his killer "Carp yue longmen", but this "Carp" didn't jump over the Longmen, but fell to the ground by himself, a "dog gnawing at the mud". Looking at his travel-stained appearance, he laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He Yinjie, a comedian, I hope you can make persistent efforts and become a comedian when you grow up.

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