About writing a composition.

After living in the city, I returned to my hometown not long ago. As soon as I set foot on that familiar path, I remembered the rain at that time. ......

Since I was a toddler, my brother has been playing on this path behind my back. Time flies, and I go to school. No matter how late it is, I have to wait for my brother to go home together. On this small road, my brother accompanied me for several years, and I don't know how many times I walked back and forth.

I remember one morning, it rained heavily, and I said, "Brother, I won't go to school in such a heavy rain?" While holding an umbrella, my brother said, "Does this light rain scare you? Come on, get up! " Say that finish, he squatted down. I hesitated, and my brother smiled and said, "Why? Still afraid I can't carry you? Don't be so young, even if you are sixty, you are still my little sister! " I smiled and bowed obediently on my brother's strong back. The rain hit the ground, the roadside swayed in the wind and rain, and the path was muddy. My brother staggered in the wind and rain and walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. "Haiyan, put away your umbrella, your back will get wet." But as soon as I saw my brother's muddy shoes and soaked trouser legs, I quietly moved my umbrella forward. Although the heavy rain soaked my clothes and made me shiver, my heart was warm. When I finally got to school, my brother put me down and saw that my clothes were soaked. He said angrily, "Didn't you bring your umbrella back?" "Then what will you do?" "It's okay, my brother is old, and the rain is not bad. My little sister is wet but she will catch a cold! " Say that finish, put your coat on me. ......

Now, my brother is in senior three, and I seldom see him because of intense study. I walked alone on this path, listening to the sound of leaves blowing by the roadside wind. I seem to see two thin figures in the rain and hear the kind and familiar voice: "Sixty."