My brother smiled at this composition.

In study, work or life, everyone has written a composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my brother's punchline composition, which I arranged for you for reference only. I hope I can help you.

The younger brother smiled. I have a younger brother. He's cute. Although he was only born for eight months, he can already call his parents and brothers in nonstandard words. He likes to laugh. As long as you tease him, he will grin. That way, you can't help kissing him. He is also very naughty. Sometimes he will scratch your face with those little hands when you are not looking!

One night, I finished practicing. I went to the bedroom to play with my brother, my mother went to the balcony to wash clothes, and my brother sat on the bed playing with toys. I am reading children's literature. If my brother doesn't give me the book, he will scream. I had to put away my books and play with him. Playing and playing, suddenly, "the sunny day turned into a storm", and the originally happy brother burst into tears. I quickly gave him all the toys and made faces to amuse him. Who knows, if he denies it, he will cry loudly. Just then, my mother came over and picked up my brother. My brother stopped crying at once and grinned as if to say to me, "Haha, my brother is so stupid, I'm just teasing you."

Brother smiled. My brother's refrigerator is broken and has not been repaired. My brother is very sad. Because his favorite popsicle won't freeze.

Yesterday, my uncle bought a new refrigerator. Although the new refrigerator is not as tall as the old one, its capacity is much larger than the old one. Its function is more advanced, it is a computer version!

My brother stood in front of the refrigerator and looked up, down and left, but he couldn't get enough of it. This refrigerator has an upper door and a lower door, above which is a cold storage room, which is divided into many compartments and rooms and can hold a lot of food. Putting food in separate rooms won't spoil each other. My brother couldn't wait to open the door of the freezer again, and a cold air came on his face. The younger brother said excitedly, "I want to eat popsicles!" " I want to eat popsicles! "My aunt smiled. She ran to the wholesale department, bought a big box full of popsicles and said to her brother, "Let you eat enough!" " "My brother and I quickly moved the popsicle into the freezer.

My brother and I picked out our favorite popsicles and ate them with relish. Eating a sweet popsicle, my brother smiled.

Brother smiled. My brother is one and a half months old, chubby and cute. I was surprised to find that he smiled yesterday.

My younger brother was born in1February 26th, and was born in the same room as Chairman Mao. When he was born, he weighed only four kilograms. He is thin and small, like a kitten, and he doesn't cry loudly enough. He can do nothing but eat milk, cry, pee and sleep all day.

Now, my brother can laugh, and he has made a lot of progress in all aspects than when he was born: he used to cry all the time at night, and his parents couldn't have a good rest, but now he can sleep until dawn; He used to cry in the shower, but now he swims in the inflatable bathtub. In the past, you could only hold it horizontally, but now you can hold it vertically.

Watching my brother grow and progress every day, I believe that when I was born, I was just like my brother. I will lie in the cradle and cry. My parents taught me to eat, walk, talk, run and send me to school. I must be filial to my parents when I grow up.

Brother smiled. My brother is over seven months old. He can already sit, stand against the wall and walk in the walker.

Today, my mother took a bath and asked me to look after my little brother. I don't think it is easy.

After my mother left, I first brought my little brother's favorite toys, jumping cock and little monkey. Put it in front of my brother, and he will get bored after playing for a while. At this time, I turned on the TV and played children's songs. He smiled happily.

But the good times didn't last long, and my brother began to cry again. I thought: He must be hungry. I brought milk powder, and my brother took the bottle and drank it with relish. My brother is full and laughing while playing with his toys.

After a while, my brother cried again. Now I have no choice. What should I do? I am scratching my head. I might as well learn from monkeys. This trick really works. My brother saw me jumping and jumping, shouting and screaming. Suddenly, he stopped crying. He stared at me with his big eyes and kept laughing. As soon as I see this way, I am just tired. I hope my mother will come back soon.

Finally, my mother came back and saw me smile and said, "What's the taste of taking care of children?" I replied, "I'm so tired."

The little brother smiled again when he saw his mother.

Brother smiled. My brother smiled three times today. The first time was at breakfast, the second time was when we played with him, and the third time was when we went for a walk.

I was the first to wake up and wake my family for breakfast. I play with my brother. I saw my brother smile and thought: Originally, I can also pass on my happiness to others. I am very happy. This is the first time.

We played "finger games" together: my little hand patted and my little hand raised ... I saw him smile through tears again, and I quickly turned grief into joy and said, "Sister, look how happy my brother is laughing! It seems that our' finger game' has worked. " I thought to myself: As long as I manage it well in the future, I will play "finger games" with him. This is the second time.

In the evening, we walked from home to the People's Square and arrived in RT Mart before we knew it. Let's go in and have a look. My brother laughs as if he had eaten something called Xiaoxiao Pill. We walked on and walked out of the gate of RT Mart. I will still look back from time to time, as if remembering the happy time just now.

Back home, after a hard day's work, we fell asleep in bed and didn't even brush our teeth. When I was sleeping, I carefully recalled my brother's San Xiao just now.

The younger brother smiled. I have a lovely little brother. He is almost two years old this year.

Why is he cute? Because he doesn't smile like other children. When he smiled, he showed two beautiful little tiger teeth, and his eyes closed tightly until the smile stopped.

My brother loves to laugh, even when he meets people he doesn't know. Every time he laughs, he turns around shyly. His face is red and cute.

My brother is most afraid of being tickled. As long as I tease him, he always laughs. I like his bright smile that day, so I often make him laugh. I know my brother's smile is the happiness of our family.

There are thousands of smiles, each with its own characteristics.

This day, my brother slept in, and my mother asked me to wake him up. I ran to the bed and touched my brother's neck. My brother smiled. The way he smiled was really cute: his eyes seemed to blink, his mouth was grinning, and a naive and lovely dimple appeared in front of me, followed by a crisp and sweet laugh, and I couldn't help laughing. He curled up in bed and tossed about, in a hurry, not knowing what clothes to wear first.

At lunch, my mother told us a joke about a tiger catching a snake. There is such a passage: the tiger saw a turtle climb ashore and said to him, "Do you think I don't know you because I changed my vest?" At this time, an uncle happened to pass by my door wearing a vest, and everyone laughed. Brother's smile this time is completely different from last time. This time, he smiled with sarcasm and surprise, and there was a little mysterious feeling. He let go of his facial muscles and laughed heartily, but he was not so puffed up. Even I envy that smile, but I can't smile like that because I'm too quiet. My brother's smile is really cool!

Isn't my brother's smile cute? My brother's smile is very attractive, and I am really fascinated by his smile.

The younger brother smiled. Looking, looking, looking at his lovely round face, there is always an unspeakable joy in my heart. He fell asleep laughing, and his little face erased his previous jealousy.

I finally understand why my mother had to endure great pain when she was pregnant with him. She must give birth to him. That kind of jealousy out of human nature and instinct hangs over my heart. I tried my best to persuade my mother not to have him and have an abortion. That's because we don't want one more person to share our happy time. I don't know why, but I just don't want to. Maybe I am used to the happy life of the one-child family, or I don't want my father's love and maternal love to be shared with me by another person. In my heart, mom and dad only belong to me, and no one can replace them, and no one can replace them!

Mom, just let me be selfish once, just this once, okay?

Although I understand my mother, it is for the protection of maternal love. Because when she was pregnant with me, if someone had advised her like this, if she had my scruples, if my mother had been advised, I wouldn't be here today. But mom didn't bear the pain to give birth to me, did she? I know my mother won't listen to me. She still wants to give birth to her younger brother, and her insistence on her younger brother is as persistent as her insistence on me. No one will listen. But I still believe that my mother has always loved me and she will change for me, for sure! I am still selfish. I don't want my parents' love for me to be split in two. I only have one role. I don't want him to have the same fatherly love and maternal love as me. Sometimes I hate myself and get angry. Anger is not that I have no weight in my mother's heart, nor that I can always convince my mother, but when did I become so selfish? Why haven't I grown up? Isn't there a heart that can accommodate him?

Watching my mother's belly get bigger day by day, the more anxious I am. Until one day, his mother gave birth to him, and in an instant, all hopes were dashed. Whether I like it or not, I have to accept him. Strangely, my previous jealousy disappeared unconsciously. Welcome is even more touching. It touches my heart deeply. No matter how I persuade my mother, she firmly says "No!" " "

Looking at his angel-like lovely face, innocent face, the words purity, innocence, romance and cuteness suddenly came to my mind. Even if I want to hate it, it's between my mother and me. I can't deepen my hatred for my children. The child is innocent. He wasn't born to make me feel avenged. He is a life, a brand-new life. So I tried to make up for my mistakes and be nice to him, because I did the same to him when my mother was pregnant with him.

Gradually, the little villain became more and more worried, but his parents were exhausted. The little villain became his nickname. Gradually, my kindness to him is no longer to make up for what I owe him. I don't know why I am so kind to him. Maybe more is not jealousy but love!

There is no reason to love him, because we are brothers and sisters, because we love him, so we love him!