Chat with my brother and write a composition.

Calling my brother too much, or laughing or crying, all melts in these two words, which is a responsibility for my brother, but for us, this is all the information that affects our lives now. Below I compiled a model essay about chatting with my brother. Welcome to read!

Chatting with my brother Fan.

Dude, I tried to tell you several times, but I didn't say it. We'll talk to you right here.

Brother, why can't you insist? I often hear from my mother that you were smart when you were a child. You can read a story book quickly and tell it to adults. You can quickly find the key you need from a pile of keys. Mom asked you to go out and take the garbage down. Just say it once and you will remember it. But what about me? I don't remember. Brother, do you know why my study is better than yours? Because you can hold on without me. If you can persist, with your intelligence, you will definitely surpass me. Genius is made up of one percent intelligence and ninety-nine percent perspiration. In addition, I want to tell you one thing, smart children may not succeed, but persistent children will succeed!

Besides, I hope you won't always be angry with your mother. Mom loves you very much, although she often quarrels with you. Listen to mom, once, you needed a physical examination. At that time, our family was not very rich, so my mother took you by bike. I walked for a long time on the winding mountain road. By the time you got to the hospital, you were already asleep in your mother's arms. After listening to this story, I was very moved. Mom really loves us! Brother, don't lose your temper with your mother in the future, okay?

Brother, you are so smart, I really admire you! As long as you keep studying and be patient with your mother at home, I will admire you even more.

Chatting with my brother Fan.

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?

I remember one morning, it rained like crazy, and I said, brother, you won't go to school in such a heavy rain, will you? My brother said while holding an umbrella: Does such a small rain scare you? Come on, get up here! ? Say that finish, he squatted down. I hesitated, and my brother said with a smile, why? Still afraid I can't carry you? Don't be so young, even if you are 60, you are still my brother! ? I smiled and bowed obediently on my brother's strong back. The rain hit the ground, the small trees along the road seemed to tremble 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. Yunlong, 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 I tell you to move your umbrella back? what are you going to do？ It's okay. My brother is too old to get wet. You are young, you 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 that kind and familiar voice: even at the age of 60, you are still your brother's good brother! ?

Chatting with my brother Fan Wensan

It is said that there will be a boy in every girl's life who transcends love and friendship. I didn't believe it at first, but when I appeared in front of him as a sister, I believed it.

Brother, remember the first time we went to the movies? At that time, the film was over and we took a walk on campus. You don't talk much. Sometimes I go to do my own thing. I always look back and find that people don't know where they have gone and look at them in horror. When I saw you, I flew to you like a bird.

Since then, I have been more dependent on you. I stubbornly believe that you should protect me in this strange place. Therefore, I will be lazy and late and then angrily blame you for not helping me cheat the counselor; Because you don't listen to my advice during the activity, I will call you until midnight to complain; I will leave school for two hours because you won't answer my phone and ignore me; Because I fell to the ground and you didn't help me up, I'm going back to school, regardless of other students?

I will call you in the middle of the night to disturb you; I will pester you to tell me stories and put me to sleep at night; I will pester you to play with me when you do your homework; I will ask you to coax me when I am sad; I will be in conflict with my classmates, please stand in my position; I want to show you my diary; I will even blame you for not taking me to play, although I won't.

A brother, too much, or laughter or tears, all melt in these two words. For you, I am a responsibility, but for me, this is all the information that affects my life now.

In fact, people say that you are very kind to me. They even misunderstood our relationship and made fun of us. Maybe they haven't experienced it and will never understand it. I remember telling you that you should treat me better than others, because I am your sister. You smiled and said that you have always been like this. Maybe, maybe I asked too much, I got too little, and I was lost. Yes, you will tell me many great things when I lose my temper; You will tell me how to learn to grow up when I am willful; You will ask my roommate anxiously after school, and then sit at the school gate alone, crying while drinking beer, and call me; After I come back willfully, you will analyze with me calmly and rationally, without any accusation; You will cry because of my sadness; Regardless of other people's opinions, you will take me back when I leave my waiting classmates without grace and tell me that it is not good; When I didn't learn to play table tennis in physical education class, would you practice with me, teach me and encourage me? Everything seems to be enough?

But, brother, you know what? I understand everything you said. I just want to act like a child with you. I just want to be willful, arrogant, make a little trouble, and then I can say casually: my brother will protect me. But you will never understand or even accept my idea. To you, I look like a spoiled child. You want me to be mature and rational, so we always seem to quarrel.

Brother, I just want to say that when I grow up, my age is there. If it is serious, I will judge right and wrong and will not be willful. But I think it is difficult for one person to cope with this complicated world. Now, my parents and relatives are not around, and I just want to relive the feeling of being held in the palm of my hand when I was a child with my brother. I don't want everyone to be centered on me, really, brother.

Brother, actually very careless. When he met me, he never greeted me in a friendly way. He just asked me calmly, and then left without waiting for my answer. He won't take the initiative to call, send text messages or even care about his sister when chatting, just a few short words? Why don't you study? Why don't you go to bed? ; He even urged me to take medicine every day when I was sick and coughing, but he didn't know I was sick. I didn't know I was sick, because I called him in the corridor, because I was frozen stiff.

Dude, you know what? If you can be more careful, if you can care more about your sister, she can be happy for several days, and she won't be so headstrong, even deliberately making you angry, although you will never be angry with her, because all this may be just a dependence she wants, not just a responsibility.

Dude, maybe you'll never do this. As you said, you can't care too much about me, because you have your own things to do. I know, this is you, my brother.

There is a saying that goes like this? Fate is a book. If you read casually, you will miss it. If you look too carefully, you will cry. Actually, my sister wrote these just to make sure my brother didn't accidentally see them?

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