My brother is a tough guy essay

My brother is a handsome boy with exquisite facial features and a pair of bright, blue eyes that were caused by wearing contact lenses for a long time. He also has "naturally formed" golden hair. Hair, shining in the sun. My brother is very good at studies. He is a top student and a competent monitor. My brother is very popular because of his understanding, cheerfulness, self-sacrifice, and kindness.

I remember when I was a child, my brother loved me very much and often took the blame for me. Once, I accidentally broke a new vase that my grandma had just bought. When grandma asked about it later, I said it was my brother who broke it, but my brother just laughed it off. Later, when my grandma was teaching my brother a lesson, I kept saying, "Grandma, my brother didn't mean it, so stop blaming him." My brother just listened quietly and didn't say anything.

I remember another time, I ran to a nearby garden to pick up pebbles, intending to spell them into my brother’s name and give them to him as a birthday gift. But something unexpected happened and it suddenly started raining heavily, so I had to run into a room. Take shelter from the rain under the house. Later, I saw my brother running over with an umbrella, but I got wet myself. I was very moved after seeing this. Then, the rain stopped, a rainbow appeared in the sky, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth, which was refreshing. Under the rainbow after the rain, the two of us walked home side by side.

Later, when my brother went to middle school, he rarely came back. Some time before the summer vacation, he called and said he was coming back. After a while, he suddenly asked: "When my sister grows up, what will happen?" Will you forget my brother?" I was speechless for a moment, and the picture of being with my brother came to my mind. Can I forget that brother who took the blame for me and gave me an umbrella despite himself?

My brother came back, and I accidentally saw a diary on his desk. I opened it and read it. There was this passage in it: Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn’t been accommodating to the willful She, maybe she will know how to be considerate, but I can't bear it, I can't bear to see her sad and crying, because we have the same blood, and I have the responsibility to take care of her. After reading it, my eyes were moist, and "pop" a drop of crystal liquid fell on the diary. I heard my brother's footsteps, hurriedly closed the diary, rushed out the door, and happened to collide with my brother. He saw that my eyes were moist. , asked me what was wrong, but I didn't answer but cried even harder. My brother hugged me and said, "Good boy, don't cry!" I cried like this for a long time... Maybe I should not let you worry about me anymore, because I also have the responsibility to take care of you.

Since then, my relationship with my brother has become even better. I told my brother that I will never forget him in my life! My brother said that he hoped that I would be a little girl who would never grow up, because then he could always protect me.

On the horizon, God is smiling again, and that brilliant smile - the rainbow, is fascinating. Whenever I see a rainbow, I seem to see two people walking home side by side.