A composition describing brotherhood: the sound of slapstick in spring

Editor's Note: Through wonderful language description, the little author shows the daily battle scenes of himself and his brother to the readers, and the feelings between brother and sister are also vividly on the paper in this noise. Let's take a look at this song "Spring War".

? Bangbang, I clearly put my composition book on the table. How could it be gone? It's impossible! I saw a lot of noise here that morning.

That day, I was sitting on the sofa watching "Five Thousand Years of China" with relish. My younger brother, who was writing a composition in the room, ran out unnoticed, pointed at my nose and shouted, where is the composition book I gave you yesterday? I was startled by his sudden roar. Didn't you let me put it on the table? Just then, there was an earth-shattering rummaging sound in my brother's room.

? No, not really. Jingyi Bao! Did you leave my composition book in the English classroom again? My brother stared at me and said.

? Impossible? I quickly shouted,? I put it on the dining table. Are you mistaken? Why don't you look for it again and I'll help you find it later. ?

In a trance, I feel that the composition has run away with my long legs. I hurried to my brother's room and almost lifted it, but I still couldn't find my brother's composition book.

An idea sprouted in my heart: isn't mom our universal treasure chest? I can find my mother! She knows best what is in every part of the house! I ran to my mother's room in a panic, as if I saw the straw that saved my life, and quickly asked: Mom, where is my brother's composition book? Mother's mind is simply a universal treasure chest, which can be used as soon as it is opened. Mother said slowly:? It's in the cupboard in your room. I put it away. ? I quickly took out my brother's composition book and ran and jumped for him, out of breath. By mom? It's in the cupboard! ?

My brother knew he misunderstood me, but he yelled at me and apologized to me shyly. Oh, sorry! I misunderstood you. I didn't know my mother put it away. ?

That night, I lay in bed and thought, although my brother and I usually quarrel, my love for my brother remains the same.

Author: Jingyi Bao, Grade Three 1 Class.

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