Essay title: Just because I have a brother

I remember when I was a child, one time my classmate accidentally broke off my favorite piece of fragrant rubber. I was depressed all day because of this. When I got home from school, I didn't say a word and walked straight back to my room. My brother tried every possible means to make me laugh. He told me a lot of jokes and tried his best. I was finally willing to speak...

Every time I think of my brother, I have a very warm feeling in my heart. Growing up, my brother always protected me. Whether I broke my father's Hero pen or let my grandfather's beloved myna go, it was my brother who took the blame and got the punishment for me. Every time I saw my brother being beaten, I would cry and let them beat me. Every time afterward, my brother would pat me on the head and say, "Idiot, you will get me wrong next time." When I was young, I didn't understand. I just felt that when my brother was beaten, I felt pain in my heart. Many times tears flashed in my brother's eyes, but they stayed on my face.

I remember when I was a child, one time my classmate accidentally broke off my favorite piece of fragrant rubber. I was depressed all day because of this. When I got home from school, I didn't say a word and walked straight back to my room. My brother tried every possible means to make me laugh. He told me a lot of jokes and tried his best. Finally I was willing to speak.

"I just feel that my rubber is dead and I can never go back to the past." I said, tears falling again.

"Why is it dead? Think about it, if your eraser was still as perfect as before, would you be willing to use it to erase your dirty homework?" My brother deliberately put "Dirty and messy" is a strong statement.

"Your homework is so messy! I just can't bear to use that eraser."

"I can bear to do it now."

"Yeah. ”

Although there has been some relief, my mood has always been very low.

A week later, there was a complete eraser on my desk that was exactly the same as the original one. There was a note next to it: "That eraser is for wiping homework. Please donate this one. :)" and another A cute smiling face.

I held the piece of eraser and shouted with joy: "My eraser has come back to life!"

However, the truth the next morning hit me like a thunderbolt from the blue. on my heart.

"Is your family short of money? Tell me, what did you do with the meal money? Tell me!" I was awakened by a noise. "For a whole week, Xiao Wang, who made the breakfast earlier, said he didn't see you! If I hadn't asked him today, I wouldn't have known what was going on! Is it easy to make money at home! Just let you spend it like this!"

I threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed, ran out the door, and saw my mother holding a feather duster, and my brother standing opposite with his head lowered.

That’s it! That piece of eraser was exchanged for a week's breakfast money from my brother!

The feather duster in my mother’s hand fell on my brother, but it was like a slap in my heart.

My brother raised his head, blinked his eyes, curved the corners of his mouth upwards, and then lowered his head.

"Mom, stop it, stop fighting!" My voice trembled, and I rushed over and held my mother's hand.

Mom put down the feather duster, turned around and left angrily.

I helped my brother sit on the sofa, tears falling on my arms one by one.

"Idiot, I've taught you so many times, but I still can't remember it! There's nothing to cry about!" My brother laughed, but I cried even harder.

I really felt that I was so incompetent at the time and could not help my brother no matter what.

To this day, my brother still has a scar on his back, but he always says that it is just a label for memories. One day, when we are no longer together, you can look at this scar and you will be reminded of him. Little sister, I remember the happiness I once had.

It turns out that my brother regards suffering for me as happiness.

Now that I have grown up, I am more sensible. I won't let my brother suffer for me anymore. I will use my efforts to create a lot of happiness for him and make him the happiest brother in the world.

My brother is about to take the college entrance examination. In the middle of the night, I will quietly put a cup of hot milk on the table where he is studying hard to drive away his physical and mental fatigue. In the morning, I will wake him up as late as possible to give him more rest. Time; I try my best to do the tasks assigned to him by my mother, such as buying groceries, cooking, even changing light bulbs and cleaning bicycles; on his birthday, I will order a cake for him, put in candles, and wait for him in the evening Study at home. I feel happy every time I see my brother burst into tears.

Brother, my good brother, thank you for making me the happiest angel. I will bring you blessings and happiness.