I finally agreed to my mother and give my brother some help. But he just wrote a letter telling him all the ways to collect *** information. These priceless "wealths" that I spent four years accumulat

I finally agreed to my mother and give my brother some help. But he just wrote a letter telling him all the ways to collect *** information. These priceless "wealths" that I spent four years accumulating finally allowed my brother to find a job as a proofreader in an advertising company a week later. The work is not easy, and the money is not much, but it can still sustain his life. After he received his first salary, I went to rely on him for food. He carefully calculated the money he would need, and the rest was only enough for a "cheat sheet" meal in the school cafeteria. But I was still very happy and kept praising him. He lowered his head and said nothing. After eating for a long time, he spit out a sentence as hard as grains of sand: "My classmates all pity me. I have to work so hard to support myself." . While everyone else was chatting online, I had to stay up late reading manuscripts, and I didn’t even have time to learn how to write letters. The money was so little, it wasn’t even a fraction of your salary.” I laughed and said, “It’s nothing to be pitiful about. I was ridiculed because I lost 50 yuan, so I cried for a whole day in the dormitory. No one knew that it was my monthly meal, and I had low self-esteem and didn't want to borrow it from others, but I still couldn't resist the hunger. I worked as a helper in the school cafeteria for no salary, but I finally had food to eat. If you don't have a thick skin in the face of reality, you won't even have the strength to walk. "After that, my brother rarely called me. I know he started to do that. I feel sorry for Qian, but I also know that he is still angry with me. Because one time I called and he was not there, I said: "Then when he comes back, tell him that his sister, who is a teacher at the university, called him to say hello." His roommate was surprised and said: "Why has he never said "Have you ever told us about a sister who works in Beijing?" I didn't explain to them. I knew that he still couldn't understand my ruthlessness, and in this way he forgot about his sister who he could have been proud of. Just like when my roommates talked about how generous my parents were, I would remain silent and resent my origins. Ridicule and sarcasm, confidence and pride all have to be experienced. I am willing to let them pass in front of my brother little by little, so that his heart tortured by poverty will become more tenacious and tenacious. ② Please write an essay about a sister and a younger brother

Brother, I can’t help but be cruel to you

My younger brother went to Beijing to study at university for the first time. At that time, I was the same age as I was back then. In the eyes of my parents, the 17-year-old was just a child. Moreover, he was a rural boy who had never been out of the county or even seen a train. My mother called me and said, "Why don't you come back to pick him up? I'm really worried. What if I get lost in such a big city like Beijing?" I thought of the path a person has walked over the years, and I felt very determined. 's refused. I said, "What's there to worry about? A boy can't even walk, so what's the use of going to college?!"

My younger brother was very unhappy with my ruthlessness, but my parents saw that Really, he can only rely on himself. I could imagine how difficult it was for him to take a train from a small county town to the city, and then end up at a strange train station without knowing where to buy a ticket. But I just told him lightly, "There is a mouth under the nose," and then hung up. Telephone. It was a train at 12 o'clock in the evening. Fearing that someone would snatch his bag after dark, his mother drove him to the station five hours in advance. He carried the big and small bags alone and sat in the waiting room of the train station until the lights outside were dimmed. Finally he couldn't help but call me. I listened to the younger brother over there, almost crying, mentioning the few gangsters who were always hanging around him, and immediately asked: "What do the police at the station do?! They come to disturb my sleep so late. See you at the station tomorrow. "Okay." My brother also shouted to me: "You don't need to pick me up at the station, no need to ask you!" I said: "Okay, I happen to have something to do, then we will meet at school." I held up the phone and heard that. Among the noisy voices beside me, there was the low cry of my younger brother, and I felt heartbroken. However, I remembered that a few years ago, when I was running into obstacles and looking for a way out, I still held back and hung up the phone gently.

My younger brother is a shy boy who is taciturn and speaks Mandarin so well. He can tell by looking at his feet and clothes that he is a boy who came from the countryside. He should be like me at the time and didn't know how to use honorifics and ask for directions. They are all annoyed by others.

Ridicule and sarcasm, confidence and pride all have to be experienced. I am willing to let them pass in front of my brother little by little, so that his heart tortured by poverty will become more tenacious and tenacious.

③ Composition on the story of a sister feeling sorry for her brother

My brother’s nickname is Nannan, and he is the protagonist of today’s story. His Nan is not a problem. It’s difficult. He is Nan from the famous animated film Detective Conan. My younger brother is also as smart and handsome as Conan. The pair of dark eyes rolled around, looking so naughty and clever.

As for me, I am very close to my younger brother. We have never had any quarrels. It can be said that we are brothers. I often give some good books and racing cars to my younger brother. My younger brother always likes them and can't put them down. He often shows them off in front of others. We are still a pair of "iron buddies" and talk about everything.

Since my younger brother bought a racing car, he often puts together assemblies in his free time to exercise his hands-on skills.

One day, I came to my brother's house to play with him. Unexpectedly, I searched the house for a long time and didn't even see his brother. It was only when I heard a sound that I found him in the corner of the balcony. It turned out that he was assembling the racing car at this time, and he didn't even know that I came in. If he was usually jumping up and down, he was like an enlightened monk, closing his eyes and relaxing with no distracting thoughts. The racing car parts were scattered all over the floor, but the younger brother was concentrating on watching the racing car. He took a small screwdriver to screw on the screws with one hand and held the guide wheel with the other hand. His fingers rotated alternately, his eyes were bright and his eyebrows were twisted together like a thick rope. I looked like a car mechanic skillfully installing and repairing it! The sweat on his head was all over his face, and he couldn't wipe it off. He couldn't rest even if his fingers hurt. This time, the younger brother risked his life, and the hard work paid off. After a while, a new Triangle Arrow was born, and the younger brother's thick eyebrows I stretched out, my eyes narrowed to a slit, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I jumped up and down to "test the car". The racing car I made is just different. No wonder my brother is so happy?

In the past few days, my younger brother has started playing with something new again - bicycles. My younger brother is so young, but it took a lot of effort to learn it, which is not bad! Once, I was playing downstairs, and my younger brother showed off to me: "Look how awesome I am, I have reached the level of proficiency so quickly." If you have the ability, you can ride with one hand. "I started to use the provocation method. My younger brother fell into the trap and said, "Just ride, I'm not afraid? "The younger brother said, letting go of one hand and swaying just after riding for a few meters. Needless to say, the younger brother fell on his back in a moment. I just ran over to help him up. But the younger brother stood up and said nonchalantly. : "I didn't expect that I am quite smart and can learn it as soon as I can. I am worthy of being Conan's disciple. "Hey, the cow in the sky is about to be blown up by you." "Just average, third in the world." Hee hee hee. . . . . "The naughty boy has been exposed again.

Yeah, my brother is calling me again, so, see you next time

④ About the title of the essay written by my sister for my brother.

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Composition questions for fifth graders in unit 1, fifth grade volume 1: In the first unit, write about your favorite teacher. In the second unit, write about an animal you have observed. In the third unit, Write about the leaves you observed (must be the leaves of holly, ginkgo, maple, mountain ash, sweet chestnut) Unit 4, (it can be a mistake you made in the past, or it can be Mom, I want to say to you, wait) Fifth Unit, write about something you have experienced that is unforgettable. Unit 6, look at pictures and write words. The theme is that a little girl saw a young swallow falling from the bird's nest under the eaves of her house, and the little cat pounced on it. If you want to eat it (as long as your imagination is reasonable), there are four questions in the seventh unit. Choose one of them to write about. 1. Write an article similar to the after-reading review. 2. Write an interesting experiment. 3. In the middle of winter, you and your friends build snowmen and have snowball fights. Wait for the scene (you can write a narrative) 4. Write about the festive scenes of the Spring Festival. Volume 2 for fifth grade: Unit 1, write about the beautiful natural scenes in nature. Unit 2, write about an activity and competition in school. Unit 3, write about one. News reports, content competitions, etc. The fourth unit is to write visit notes or travel notes.

Unit 5: Write about the talented person in the class (for example, he has certain specialties, qualities, etc.) Unit 6: Thank the person you admire the most (can be a celebrity or an ordinary person around you) Unit 7: Write about the fantastic thoughts that arise during the process of observing the night sky (make up a story about the scenery in the night sky, such as the moon sister and the star brother)

⑤ The elder sister and the younger brother compete for the TV, please write a composition.

Very easy to write

⑥ Brother, it’s great to have you. 800-word essay

The crow was circling in the air, "Quak? Quack" he cried. The sky was overcast, it seemed like it was going to rain, and it seemed like it was going to rain.

The weeds more than a foot deep were removed, revealing a small earthen grave. Brother, sister is here to see you. Are you lonely? Don't be afraid, sister is here to accompany you. Looking at the earthen grave that was already overgrown with weeds, tears blurred my eyes. In the hazy tears, I seemed to see my brother from a few years ago again. It's great to have him around.

When I was ten years old, my mother gave me a little brother: a round face, white and fat, with two big eyes that always liked to look at this and that, as if he was interested in everything. Everything feels very strange, and he especially likes to look at me. But his cute look didn't please me, because I thought he would occupy my position in my parents' hearts, so I didn't even hug him. But when the younger brother started to speak, the first sentence he said was not mom or dad, but me, my sister. My heart was shocked, but the stupid idea took away my rational psychology. I turned my head and walked away without paying attention.

After a few months, my brother was able to leave. When his mother gave him a red apple, he staggered towards me holding the red apple with a smile showing two jade-like white baby teeth. He fell down after only a few steps, but got up and started walking again. Looking at his cute look and listening to him keep shouting: "Sister - sister - sister!" The ice in my heart melted. I ran over and hugged him tightly, with hot tears streaming down my face. I kept saying, "My good brother, my sister is sorry for you, and my sister misunderstood you." My brother is so cute, and it's great to have him here.

One night a few days before my birthday, my younger brother ran into the house sweating profusely, holding a large piece of clay in his hand. His hands and face were covered with clay. He seemed very happy. I got angry and shouted: "Look what you did, your body is covered with dirt, what are you doing with it? Tell me!" He cried aggrievedly and quietly put the piece of clay outside the door. .

From then on, he pinched and pinched outside the door every day, and he didn’t know what he pinched. When my birthday came, he mysteriously put his hands behind his back and said, "Sister, I give you two birthday gifts. I wish you a happy birthday." As he said that, he stretched out his two hands, which were a small clay figure and a handout folder. . I looked at him in surprise, and he said: "Sister, it's my fault. I soiled my clothes. This little man I made is for you. Does it look like you?" I looked at the little man. , I really wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. He added: "I saved up the money my mother gave me to buy candy for this handout folder, and asked my mother to buy it for me. Do you like it?" This time I cried, tears of emotion. My good brother, my sister has misunderstood you again. She will love you very much in the future.

Whenever I have time in the future, I will tell him stories and history, so that he can know how to be a good person and understand our country and nation. Whenever he gets a little red flower in kindergarten, he always puts it on me and says, "Sister, this is for you."

However, God does not give me many opportunities to love my brother. , the abominable disease ruthlessly took away his little life. He was still so young, so young. Is God's arrangement fair? I lost my brother, and only the little clay man and the folder of lecture notes were left with me.

After crying, I looked at the small earthen grave again. Brother, it's going to rain and my sister is leaving. Before she leaves, she will sing you a song: "Sisters are so good in the world. A child with a sister is like a treasure. If you throw yourself into your sister's arms, you won't be able to enjoy happiness.", Brother, you can't enjoy it. When can I fall into my sister's arms again? Goodbye, brother. I will visit you often. I will have the days when I am only with you, it is so nice to have you here.

⑦ A composition about a younger brother taking his sister home on a rainy day

Growing up, I have read countless books, but none of them left much of an impression. During this week, the teacher lent me a book called "100 Gratitude Stories That Will Benefit Primary School Students for a Lifetime". After reading this book, I understood that gratitude is the most precious thing. People who know how to be grateful are the most important thing in life. There is a story in "The Richest Man" that touched me the most, that is: Sister, you are the first girl I waited for in the rain.

This article tells the story of a sister who hated her brother because her parents always praised him and left her out in the cold. She took away his things from his brother, but his brother was not angry, but particularly caring. Sister, but my sister doesn’t appreciate it. Later, grandma passed away. When they came down the mountain after visiting grandma's grave, it was cold, so the brother put clothes on his sister, and her sister felt very warm in her heart. After many things passed, the two siblings got better. Once it rained, the elder sister came home, and the younger brother went to pick her up with an umbrella...

This is a very long article, But I was very moved. Yes, this younger brother is an innocent and sensible child, but the most important thing is that he knows how to be grateful and care about his sister. In our family, I have an eldest brother, and we are all "computer freaks" and "TV fans." One time, we all went to my grandma's house at the same time, because there was no TV to watch in the morning, so we both suffered a loss in order to play with the computer. Whenever I think about this incident, I always feel ashamed. He is my eldest brother after all! Why should I do this?

A gentle hug, a small note, and an insignificant word are all a kind of gratitude. Only when you know how to be grateful can you be tolerant towards the unfairness of life; only when you know how to be grateful can you experience the joy of giving and giving; only when you know how to be grateful can you accept the various gifts of life with a pure heart. If you always have a grateful heart, what else is there to complain about in life?

⑧ A composition written by my sister to my four-year-old brother

My dream of a peaceful and prosperous country

——My thoughts after reading "The Last Mastiff King"

"Books are the nutrition of the world." This is what Shakespeare said, and he is absolutely right. Yes, I read the book "The Last Mastiff King" this summer vacation, and I drew countless nutrients from it. .

This book tells the story of a father who brought seven children from the Ama Grassland to the Xijie Ancient Grassland. From then on, a thrilling story of revenge between the Tibetan Mastiff and the two grasslands unfolded for us. . The author uses a clever pen to describe the Tibetan Mastiff's happiness and sorrow, dignity and shame, love and hate; it also highlights the Tibetan Mastiff's nobility, independence, excellence, loyalty, tenacity, and bravery. In the book, the people of Xijie Ancient Grassland were blinded by hatred and determined to cut off the hands of the seven children from Shangama Grassland and Tibetan Tashi, the Iron Lama. However, Gangrisenge, the Tibetan Mastiff known as the Lion of the Sacred Mountain, changed. determine the fate of these eight people. But Ba'o Qiuzhu and Dachi, the ghost sender, seemed to be still immersed in hatred. In the end, Ba'o Qiuzhu's awakening resolved the thousand-year hatred.

Yes! There is no unsolvable hatred. How did China and Japan compete for the Diaoyu Islands? Why has Taiwan been reluctant to return to the embrace of its motherland? In fact, as long as everyone takes a step back and gives in, there will be no deadlock! But if it is solved by force, it will always arouse hatred. War will cause countless wives to lose their husbands, countless children to lose their fathers, and countless mothers to lose their children. From then on, the seeds of hatred may be planted in their hearts, and if they hurt others, others will come to you for revenge. When will this revenge be repaid? The prosperity of a country does not depend on how big its land is or how much money it has. Perhaps as long as the people live a happy life and the president is fair and honest, such a country can still become strong.

I sincerely call for putting aside hatred and putting an end to war, and for every country to be humble to each other. Then the world will be at peace, and countries around the world will become rich and powerful.

⑨ Composition about the fight between brother and sister

Today, my annoying sister hit me again.

My sister asked me to go down and get a pot and a whole bag of shoe covers today.

I took the elevator downstairs, knocked on Wang Guojun’s door, and asked him where the pot was as soon as I entered. He didn't know what kind of pot it was, so I went in to look for it. I searched all the cabinets and found this pot in the last cabinet. I saw a small pot inside, but I couldn't take it out after taking it for a long time. Wang Guojun got tired of waiting and said, "I'm here to get it, but you can't take it out." Wang Guojun took it out as soon as he took it. We looked for shoe covers again. I stood still while Wang Guojun was looking. Seeing that he couldn't find it, I opened the door of the shoe cabinet. At first glance, there are shoe covers inside. I had everything, so I sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while. What I was watching was "Xi Yang Yang and Big Big Wolf". Later, my sister came. When she saw me watching TV, she hit me until it hurt.

My sister always beats me, and it hurts me every time. Today, my sister saw me writing this essay and beat me again. He also said that I was just watching TV at Wang Guojun’s house.