"Brothers" 800-word composition Fan Wenxuan

I have a clever and kind brother, who is a good example to me. Below, I collected and sorted out the 800-word composition about my brother for you. Welcome to read and learn from!

800-word composition about my brother 1

My father wrote the joy of autumn on his face, my mother sewed sweet expectations into my clothes, and I silently collected the happiness of the whole family with my heart. Of course, my brother and I occupy the most space.

My brother is really bad. He often lies to me. I remember once, when he was drinking, I asked him what it was, and he said it was a good thing. I said, "What? Tell me. " Brother said, "Do you really want to drink?" "Of course." I grabbed it and drank it. Where can I find delicious juice? It's just wine. I quickly spit it out, but I still blushed and my neck was thick, but he sat there leisurely, listening to my jokes and laughing. I gave him a white look: "I don't care about you." Just as I changed hands and left, I clearly heard him gloating and saying, "Kitty, you know that's amazing." In the evening, my brother bowed his head in despair. It turns out that my brother sent me Moutai this morning, which is my grandfather's favorite wine. It's really gratifying.

Although my brother often likes to bully me, he will never allow others to bully me. If someone bullies me, he will be miserable. You may think it's good to have my brother to protect you. But his reason is that I only allow him to bully. Speaking of which, I'm like his personal belongings. Please, I'm his sister, not an object. It seems that it should be said that when I was in the first grade of primary school, a chubby boy scolded me. I cried and went home to complain to my parents, but my parents were not at home, so I had to tell my brother that I cried in my arms for a long time, and he left a sentence, "Don't be afraid, have a brother." I ran out without looking back. The next day, my brother was severely scolded by his father, and my mother deducted a month's pocket money. I know my brother must have hit that fat boy for me, and he was very sad, but he came up to me with a smile and said, "Who told you that you were my sister?"

My brother is often away from home and goes crazy with those wild children. Every time I ask him to take me with me, he always says that girls stay at home and never care about me. I don't know if he has a sister like me in his heart, but I was sick that time and found that I was the most important thing in my brother's heart. That day, I had a bad cold, a fever, a headache, everything was spinning and I felt weak all over. My brother came home and saw me lying in front of my house. He immediately took me to the hospital by bike. He held the faucet in one hand and held me in the other, galloping in the fields and shuttling through the Woods. I seem to see the golden rape flowers smiling and the leisurely fish dancing happily in the stream. The bike is flying, and my brother is breathing faster and faster. Finally, I arrived in the small town and was carried into the hospital by my brother in a burst of exclamation. When I woke up to thank him, he said, "What did you eat to grow up? Why are you so heavy? " Come on, man, I'm light enough, and you're too thin and weak. Will you stop bullying me?

Now, I'm in middle school and living on campus, and my brother can't bully me anymore. My brother also brought me a beautiful sister-in-law when I said goodbye to primary school, and soon I had a lovely baby. The whole family is immersed in joy, and my face is full of smiles every day, forgetting my little sister. One day, I was playing in the yard, and my brother came panting and asked me, "Where's the bike?" I just remembered that I lent it to Jiang Lu yesterday. When I heard that I lent my bike to others without his permission, my brother shouted viciously, "Why should I move my things?" If the supermarket closes the milk powder, I won't buy it, and I'll settle accounts with you when I come back. "Brother, looking at the back of you slamming the door, I suddenly feel that you have become so strange, so strange, tears welled up: where is the brother who loves me and bullies me?

An 800-word composition about my brother

My brother is five years older than me. When I was a child, he liked to play tricks on me. When I cry, my mother scolds him. The sad look on his face when he was a child. Every time I see his face being beaten, I smile through tears. However, he also has a warm heart.

My impression of my brother since I was a child is that I listen to my parents and go to bed at 8 o'clock every night on time without being urged by my parents. My brother got up at 5: 30 the next morning, earlier than anyone else. He always goes to the refrigerator to get snacks such as frozen bread and puts them in the microwave oven for heating. He goes to school at 6 o'clock and is never late. Don't worry too much about his mother.

My father compared me with my brother, who must be the legendary "other people's child". My father sent my brother to school in primary school 1 grade, and I was able to go to walking to school by myself in grade 2, so I didn't have to worry about my parents since I was a child, so my parents would feel very proud. As for me, every morning, my mother prepares breakfast. Sometimes I lie in bed, drench my head with dog blood scolded by my mother, drive me to school to give it to the teacher, and forget the time.

Addition and subtraction in my primary school grade 1 less than 20. Every time I do my homework, I borrow my father's finger or my mother's finger to count if my fingers are not enough. If it doesn't work, I'll use my toes. Later, the teacher told everyone to buy counters and sticks to facilitate calculation. I mentioned it when I came home. My brother didn't make any noise when he watched TV. My parents said they would buy it for me when they were free. My brother happened to go out to play with friends that night. When he came back, he brought me a counter and a stick and asked me if it was this one.

My brother was addicted to fighting games in junior high school. Every time he wraps himself in the quilt, he wraps me in the quilt. He stood on the sofa imitating TV and began to fight. Because I am younger, I am at a disadvantage. Every time he makes me cry, I will tell my mother, and my mother will scold him, saying that he is too old to bully me all the time. Then my brother will comfort me and say something funny to make me laugh and tell me not to cry.

When I was in the third grade, I was infected with chickenpox by my friend. I went to the hospital for a few days off. Nobody dares to play with me. My aunt, who knows me, is afraid to let the children near me. I don't know what to do at home At this time, my brother will invite me to play games, watch TV and spend time with me. I'm afraid to get close to him. I'm afraid to infect him. My brother said, "Nothing." Maybe no one dares to talk to me except my family?

The older you get, the more sensible you become. Now my brother has come out as an intern, and he has never bullied me. He is a sharp-tongued and cruel man. He praised me clearly, but he never admitted it. He is stingy and warm-hearted, but he is a good brother.

This is my brother.

800-word composition about my brother 3

I am the second child in my family and have a brother who is four years older than me. We go to school together, play together, and play with him. Childhood has slipped away inadvertently.

When I was in grade one, my brother was in grade five. I just entered the school gate. On the way to school in the morning, I am always attracted by the dazzling cartoon cards and birds on the road, and I can't help but stop. My brother drags me every morning, which causes him to be punished for doing Group B homework every morning because I am late.

When my brother was in grade one, I was in grade three. I was still ignorant at that time. I just play all day and don't think time is precious. My brother can have breakfast with me in the morning, and chat with me to watch anime or play chess after self-study in the evening. We often quarrel about moving.

When my brother was in the second grade, we hardly had time to meet. I didn't get up when he went out in the morning, and I was already asleep when I came home at night. When we met at the weekend, my brother said the most to me: "Brother, cherish your primary school time!" "

When my brother was in the third grade, I could hardly talk to him on weekends. I always see him in a hurry, and see the light that didn't go out at night. When the senior high school entrance examination approaches, my brother and I often go out to play ball and relax with him. With the end of the senior high school entrance examination, my brother's three-year struggle has come to an end, in his own words: just to give himself a satisfactory answer sheet. Many things happen. My brother was admitted to a famous school in the main city of Chongqing. He will leave his family and go to high school in the main city. Only then did I realize that time flies, and my brother is already in high school. I can only go home on important festivals and holidays. I'm busy too. Because I am in the sixth grade, I will face the first grade soon. The familiar figure of my brother left, and those good times became memories.

On National Day this year, my brother came back once, and I was very excited, singing and dancing. After supper, I must play chess with him. Yes, how long has it been since I played chess with my brother? My brother put down a mountain of homework and readily agreed. I won! My heart is full of joy, and I suddenly miss the way we fought for each other when we played chess. If I cherish playing time with my brother ... unfortunately, if not, time will never return. I will cherish time more and study hard. My brother's high school career has begun, and my primary school career will also end. Next, I am faced with a heavy study task. I wonder how many carefree happy hours we two brothers have.

800-word composition about brother 4

In my heart, you are a big tree and my solid support; You are a diary, in which I pour out my thoughts at will; You are a gentle breeze that takes away the dark clouds overhead; You are a ray of sunshine, illuminating the darkness in my heart ... Brother, it's good to have you.

I remember when we were very young, although we were three years apart, we were still very close. During the day, we laughed and had a good time. At night, we lay on the balcony at home, our heads stretched straight, looking up at the deep night sky, looking at the moon, counting the stars and looking at fireflies ... I vaguely remember that time, I asked why this star was in the sky and what was its name. ...

I didn't take it seriously at that time, so I quickly turned to another topic. The next night, when I asked these questions again, you looked very sure and answered them for me one by one. I listened to your words, admired you and was full of admiration, but I asked some questions doubtfully; "Didn't you know yesterday? How can you speak clearly today? " You smiled. "You forgot, I said I want to check." You put your arm around my shoulder and said, "If you are a brother, can you be a brother?" I looked up at the sky. There are two stars in the sky, one is big and the other is small. They are close together and shine brightly.

Now, the starry sky that night is gone, but the stars that night have been branded in my heart and lingering. Every time I think about it, I can't help but see your submissive manner and your slightly curved face on your lips.

Time flies, and soon, I am in the fourth grade. At school, because I have always been a silent role, I am often bullied by others. One morning after school, I was bullied again. At this point, my long-standing emotions have been vented-I had a fight with them, but after all, I was outnumbered. I was pushed down on the table by them, and my body was burning. Tears began to swirl in her eyes and finally fell down unwillingly. They panicked and left. I quickly wiped my tears and went home.

I walked to the school gate and saw you waiting for me at the gate. You were shocked and saw my red and swollen eyes. You asked eagerly what had happened. After listening to my story, you gloomily took me to the classroom after lunch, slapped those people in public, and then was taken away by the teacher who heard the news, wrote more than 1000 words of review, and got a beating at home.

At night, I sat in front of you and asked you why you did it. You said that if they did this to me, you should deal with a man as he deals with you, and tell them with your fist that your brother is not easy to mess with. As you said, you touched my head and said that everything you did for me was worth it. That night, the coquetry and firm expression on your face was deeply left in my heart. In the future, whenever I feel lost, I will have the courage to recall your strong appearance.

Brother, I am sunny with you; With you, I am no longer lonely when I am lonely; With you, I have no sadness when I am lost; With you, I can chop waves on the road of life ... brother, it's good to have you!

800-word composition about my brother 5

It was in the second grade, I was very thin, like a small hemp pole, and I was extremely short, but it happened that it was my turn to be the representative of the science class. Before and after countless science classes, I have to carry my exercise book as high as my bust to and from the office and classroom.

Today is my first time to move a notebook, and I am the only one. Not afraid of tigers, the newborn calf rushed to the information room on the third floor in the spirit of a foolish old man moving mountains, grabbed the pile of "peaks" and held them in his chest. Only then did I know that these 48 exercise books were pressing on my chest like a big fat pig, which made me breathless. I have to walk down several flights of stairs to finish another section of the Silk Road, which has also become a "gutter route", which makes me feel very long. By this time, the bell for class had rung, and I was anxious to hurry up. My hands are weak, as if I had been hit by thousands of small hammers, but I still have to hold on to the books so as not to let them fall. My hands are staggered and I have to stand up to help support for a while. At this point, a small pile of books on it is crumbling and has been "like a fallen flower." I was sweating profusely, but at this moment, two brothers and sisters who were much taller than me came, which made me even more embarrassed and flustered. In case the notebook falls, they will think that I can't even move it well, and they will laugh at me if I can't move it ... In my imagination, the notebook fell unwillingly, and I immediately woke up and stretched out a hand to pick it up. I'm afraid my brother and sister who just passed me will find out. Unexpectedly, when the two brothers and sisters heard the sound, they immediately turned around and helped me pick up the book. I froze for a while and didn't care to pick up the book. "Thank you!" I thanked them in a gentle voice. They just smiled and quickly picked up the rest of the notebooks. I just found them sweating from the heat. ...

This matter has remained in my mind for three years, and it shines with magic in my childish brain, although it is small, although it has been a long time, although I may forget it. However, it is very gratifying that those two brothers and sisters can actively help me when I am in trouble. ...