Brother's excellent composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is an excellent composition carefully arranged by my brother. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Whether it's a romantic hero saving the beauty or a dreamy princess castle, all kinds of fairy tales from small to large are always expected by every girl, but in addition to these magnificent love stories, the scene of my brother bravely protecting my sister also makes girls look forward to it. A handsome and clever brother; A brother who can rely on and protect you without regret; A brother who can help you solve any problem. Such a brother should be what every girl wants most except Prince Charming. Unfortunately, I have a brother, but these dreams have not come true.

In my memory, my father's hearty laughter, my mother's light footsteps, my sister's flowing long hair and my second sister's thick glasses are all vivid, but they are all vague to my brother. I only remember that his door was locked and finally opened, and there was no one inside. When they go out, they all stand by and play video games. When they called him, there was only a short "Oh". Because of this, my favorite person to chat with my parents is my mysterious brother.

My parents used to follow me when I went out. When I was busy with my homework, I had to ask my brother and sister for help. But my sisters often have to work all day, so the person who sends me to school often becomes my brother who is still in college.

At first I heard this arrangement, "Why brothers?" "He doesn't want to take care of me either?" Such problems keep coming up in my mind. I remember my brother took me home and locked himself in his room. I didn't like him very much for a while. I feel that my brother is lonely, doesn't like me, and I don't know that my brother is not what I think.

"What are you going to eat tonight?"

"I don't know, let's face it."

Every night, my parents go out to take care of my brother. The story goes like this: my brother always asks me what I want to eat at six or seven. Every time I answer casually, the food will always appear on the table in ten minutes. There are too many such days, and I gradually find that my brother is good to me: it is my brother who lends a helping hand when my homework is difficult; I am very confused about the future, and it is my brother who gives advice. Even though he always looks at me with derisive eyes, he must have been dug up by me in the morning to help my brother.

Once, my mother was not at home, my father and sister had to go to work, and my brother was temporarily unable to get away. I didn't know who would pick me up during the hour of waiting at school. My father or sister has never lived in the future. Only my brother will call me every once in a while and ask if anyone answers. Am I at home? At that time, I suddenly realized that the person who cares about me the most is my brother who often disappears! Unconsciously, after I let go of his loneliness and ignored the prejudice of my family, my brother and I had more conversations and never felt uncomfortable getting along. On the contrary, we have always been happy. We have a humorous friend and a good brother.

A brother who is willing to risk his life for his sister is still what many girls yearn for. I also have a brother. He is black, thin and muscular. He is clever and witty, and is good at playing tricks on people. Maybe he won't do anything for me, but I know he will never stand by when I am in trouble. Because I have a new understanding of my brother, I understand now that love is everywhere like air, but like air, you have to look carefully to notice its traces.

My brother's excellent composition 2 Abstract: Before Grade Two, my brother was a very, very beautiful young man, and everyone praised him for his good looks and good study. But the longer he grows, the uglier he gets. Youth bean, with a full face, is handsome now. The older you get, the better!

The most romantic thing in the world is "walking in the rain" They are both wearing big T-shirts and shorts. They clung to each other under a heavy rain umbrella, dripping with accumulated rain. Always take a look at whether your beloved has been caught in the rain. The girl suddenly raised one foot, stomped into the puddle, stirred up a piece of water and splashed them all over. The boy stared angrily and the girl giggled.

The heavy rain reminds me of a very young time. On one occasion, my brother and I each wore raincoats and each took a canned bottle to catch a "buffalo" in the wild. I still can't tell the difference between buffalo and buffalo in dung beetles, and I don't know if there is such a creature now. A narrow path with green corn crops on both sides. At least two of them are tall. My brother runs in front and I am behind. Now I forget whether this scene is memory or imagination. In short, it is good-looking.

I still remember some things clearly. My mother often distributes delicious food to us equally. Once, everyone ate a piece of chocolate, and my brother ate it in a few bites. Then he turned to me and asked, "Good sister, what did you eat? Does it taste good？ Let my brother have a bite? " I ran aside and refused to give it to him. He followed me like this. "Just take a bite. If you don't give it to me, I won't take you to play!" In order to go out to play with him, I allowed him to bite a little. As a result, he took my hand and tried to bite all the chocolate into his mouth. And he bit my finger. In order not to let him bite off my finger, I had to let go and cry to find my mother, but my brother ran away with glee.

He often threatens me. At night, he reads with a flashlight in bed, and even threatens me to say, "Don't tell mom, or I'll hit you!" " "My brother is also very brave. One summer, there was a big hornet's nest on the big locust tree in grandma's yard. My brother swore to kill them. One day, armed to the teeth, he put on his raincoat and boots, wrapped his face in a towel, told us to close the doors and windows, and climbed to the roof with a bamboo pole to poke a hornet's nest. As a result, it is conceivable that he was bitten several times on his leg and face. Another time, there was a martial arts drama on TV, and my brother stood up excitedly with his rice bowl and threw the bowl out of the door.

My brother was a very, very beautiful young man before the second day of junior high school. Everyone praised him for his good looks and good study. But the longer he grows, the uglier he gets. Youth bean, with a full face, has become handsome now. The older he gets, the better he tastes!

Today, I attended Yang Sheng's brother's thank-you banquet. Yang Sheng is about to step into the threshold of Tsinghua and enter the key class in Tsinghua, which makes people happy and jealous ... Just after class, she was taken to Four Seasons Garden Hotel by her mother and found that there was only one person standing outside the door. When the car drove near, she found that it was a man, oh, a man full of acne. Oh, this is our future in Tsinghua, high flyers-Yang Sheng! I haven't seen Yang Sheng's brother for a long time, and I find that his character is stronger.

On the third floor, I found that many people had come, and I couldn't help shivering. But before I shivered for a while, I heard a familiar voice behind me-my mother's close friend ... I haven't seen them for a long time. These teachers are still very enthusiastic about me, which makes me miss my past primary school life. What teachers discuss most about me is my appearance change, and the key to my appearance change is my weight. They were very surprised at my sudden weight loss. I seem to be confused by the shivering just now, and I can't answer anything at the moment. Fortunately, my mother came to rescue me, so I found a gap and fled to my position.

Hearing their laughter, I suddenly felt really old. Is it really necessary to start changing my life ... are many memories really only reserved for the chubby me in the past? Not much to say, Yang Sheng brothers' thank-you banquet is about to begin.

Today's thank-you banquet is a bit special, because all the thank-you banquets I attended in the past were hosted by my parents or professional hosts, but today Yang Sheng's brother personally hosted it, which surprised me, but it was also expected: after all, Yang Sheng's brother is the most famous student in Tongzhong, and he can't do it without excellent eloquence. I took off my braces and my eloquence became better. Two simple prologues, then the VCR made by Yang Sheng's brother himself, and his own dubbing. Oh, the same as my "ten years old". Although a PPT is not commonly used, it records my own growth, from birth, to kindergarten, to No.2 Middle School, to Chongchuan Middle School and finally to Tongzhong Middle School. Senior Brother Yang Sheng's certificates of various competitions at or above the provincial level are his proudest place. Yang Sheng's brother's short body exudes youthful vigor and vitality. His face is full of happiness and pride. I admire his wisdom, and what I admire more is his gratitude. I think, if it were me, I wouldn't have invited so many teachers to this thank-you banquet. It is enough to invite some important teachers who have a special influence on my growth. However, the Yang Sheng brothers invited all the teachers from kindergarten to high school. His banquet today is not to show off his achievements, but to make those teachers who work hard for their glory today feel a little gratified.

My teacher and mother never doubted my ability, but they always felt that I was always inferior to a genius. Today I probably understand that it is a normal heart, a grateful, brave and loving heart.

Brother Yang Sheng and his family of three have been eating today ... I suspect that they ate early, so they are so awesome, or because they are "in a good mood and full" and have been shuttling between more than a dozen tables. How I wish I could hear my parents laughing proudly because of me at a bigger banquet in five years.

My brother's name is Kong Hongxuan. His big eyes are bright and his sparse hair is slightly yellow. When he laughed, his two front teeth were exposed. He looks like a lively and lovely little squirrel. He is very active and especially likes to play with me.

My brother has a loud voice. Whenever something funny happens, he laughs nonstop. Before going to bed, he likes to dance in bed. One moment he somersaulted forward, the other moment he slapped the sheets, which made people fidgety.

My brother has several bad habits. He often haggles over every ounce because of his failure in doing things, crying loudly and loudly. He is always all thumbs, and often breaks cups and things. There is a thrilling thing that I will never forget. This happened in the morning of last summer vacation, which coincided with the exchange meeting in An Wen. That morning, my mother sent me to the abacus mental arithmetic training class and put him at my aunt's house to do my homework. Because my brother made a small mistake, menstruation scolded him and my brother slipped away from the back door. After a while, menstruation found her brother missing, and she was very worried. She quickly called my parents, so our family began to look for him separately. I am also very nervous, and my mind keeps speculating: "Will something happen to my brother?" Will it be taken away by the bad guys? Can he find his way home? "We found the West Bus Station from Panlong Square and the No.2 Middle School playground from both sides of Wenxi. Our family has searched almost all the streets and alleys of the county, but I still can't find my brother. About afternoon 1, we haven't had lunch yet, and our stomachs are growling. No way, my mom and I had to go home first, and my dad and mom kept looking. But when my mother and I returned to our door, I saw my brother sitting alone on a small log on the first floor of my house, which is at least 3 kilometers from my aunt's house to my house. How did he find my house? I was surprised and happy, and my mother quickly called my father, aunt and uncle. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the "good news".

Although my brother is active and playful, he does his homework more carefully than anyone else. He can't even hear his mother ask him to eat. He was silent and absorbed in doing his homework until he finished it. He always asks his teacher or parents with a frown when he meets a problem that he can't solve. My brother likes school supplies and toys very much. Whenever he finishes his homework, he always keeps his study in order.

My brother has a wide range of hobbies. Riding a bike, skateboarding, playing basketball and practicing calligraphy are all his favorites. Among our three brothers, my brother is the fastest learner. He can learn things as soon as he learns. It didn't take him half a day to learn skateboarding, and he mastered many skills. After studying for a week, he can skate smoothly. Now he has learned many skills. The curve of skating is very beautiful, and his movements are relaxed, cheerful and natural. It is a pleasure to watch him skate. Although my brother is very naughty, he is also very serious in practicing calligraphy. Look at his sitting posture with his head held high. His pen is straight and he is absorbed in painting. My brother looks decent and worth learning.

My brother is a monkey. He often imitates the Monkey King's antics, scratching his cheeks, grinning and shrugging his shoulders, which makes people laugh. Isn't my brother interesting?

My brother is clever, lively and naughty. You must like making friends with him!

The man leaned back and smoked a cigarette. The lines on his face are soft and delicate, but there is a ferocious scar from his forehead to the corners of his mouth.

I met grandma at her funeral. He is not dressed in black like us, and colorful shirts and beach shorts show his randomness and frivolity. The man in front of me is familiar but unfamiliar, and the winding scar on his face shows a faint red color. I can't believe that he is the boy two years older than me. I call my brother all day. I didn't speak, and Aunt Hong couldn't help it. She was about to swear, but she was stopped by a slap.

"You are such an unfilial son! Do you know what day it is today? What kind of person are you? " Uncle's face was full of anger, and the slap he just waved was still in mid-air, and time froze. Everyone is waiting to see the drama, and everyone knows that the Zhang family and his son are incompatible.

But he let those who saw the play down. He stared at the portrait of grandma in the mourning hall for a long time, then looked at the people crying around him and walked out of the mourning hall without looking back.

The edge of the rape field is golden. I saw him there. He has a cigarette in his mouth and spits out smoke from time to time. Smoke surrounded him like a devil, with long scars twisted.

"Brother-"I cried tentatively, not because we haven't seen each other for a long time, but because now he makes me very confused.

"Well, little girl, you also came out? Long time no see. " Hearing his usual tone, I sat down beside him gently.

"Elder brother, do you know what you look like now?" I stared at him.

"Like what?"

"Asshole." I can't stand his attitude towards grandma in the mourning hall.

"Maybe." He sighed deeply. "Do you know how I got this scar?"

I shook my head.

"13 years old, parents quarreled."

"Then what?"

"I really have no imagination." He shook his head. "My dad took a knife to cut my mother, and I blocked it, that's all." His tone is very dull, as if talking about other people's business.

My brother in memory is clean and sunny. When I was 10 years old, he still looked happy. He is always used to reaching out to pick rape flowers for fun. I laughed at him for being rustic, but he didn't care at all, still with a clean smile. He looked so beautiful at that time.

Later, his mother left, with hatred and unwillingness, with tears and luggage, but she didn't take him away after all. I heard that he cried badly. He said it was the last time he shed tears, and all his later tears dried up.

I don't know how my uncle treated him. I only know that he has changed and lost his innocence.

The night before grandma was buried, he left without telling anyone, and his uncle called him cold-blooded. But I saw his tears again that night. He thinks no one knows, but I know he loves grandma as much as I do.

Strange to say, our head teacher turned out to be a music teacher this semester, a favorite "soldier brother"-Mr. Zuo.

"Brother Bing" is over 30 years old, but he is born with a baby face, lively and straightforward personality, like a big brother, full of youthful vitality. I remember that before the final exam last semester, it snowed and I saw all kinds of snowflakes, and the ground was covered with snow. Our hearts are pounding with excitement, our blood is boiling, our cells are expanding, and we can't sit still! "Brother Bing" seemed to see our thoughts, his eyes sparkled like children, and he waved to us and said, "Go! Have a snowball fight! " "Yes!" We cheered and screamed, and almost overturned the roof of the classroom.

At first, when people threw snowballs, they threw them at everyone. Gradually, "Brother Bing" became the object of our "attack". Snowballs roared, and in the rain of bullets, Brother Bing dodged from left to right, but he was unable to fight back. Finally, outnumbered, surrender.

There is little snow left on the ground, but everyone has not had enough fun! We looked up and saw that the overpass between the teaching buildings was covered with snow. Haha, what a godsend! Under the leadership of "Brother Bing", we swarmed onto the overpass and started a new round of "fierce fighting". We in the snow, like a group of happy angels, forgot the time, the place and the upcoming final exam, and laughter echoed in the campus.

"What class are you in? Are you going to die? ! "Suddenly, a loud scream sounded, and we stopped in surprise and stood there motionless, as if fixed. I finally came to my senses and took a closer look. Oh, my God! It's President Ding! President Ding's eyes were as wide as two bells, and his chest fluctuated violently. He said angrily, "Are you brave? ! The snow is so slippery that the railing of the overpass is not high. What should you do if you fall off the overpass? ! "We looked at each other, at a loss. At this time, Brother Bing came to President Ding in three steps and said, "Principal, don't blame the children. I brought them here. It hasn't snowed for a long time. We were too excited to think about safety. It's my fault! " Brother Bing lowered his head like a child and made a "shield" for us. "You ... you ... how dangerous! Come to my office! " President Ding was incoherent with anger. Alas, this time "Brother Bing" is sure to be severely reprimanded by President Ding. It's all because we played too crazy and brought trouble to Brother Bing! Who knows, "Brother Bing" turned around and said to us with a trembling smile: "Nothing! Go back to the classroom! You can write snowball fights when you practice your pen tonight. " The surviving "soldier brother" still remembers our study, and a heat flow surges in our hearts, which is enough to melt all the snow on the overpass and warm us for a lifetime!

"Brother Bing" is narrow-minded and knows what we are thinking. He never preaches to us and never fights with us. He used inspirational songs to inspire us to study hard and practice hard; He organized various activities in his class, so that we could learn to cooperate and compete. He took us out of school and participated in social practice.

"Brother Bing" always brings us surprises, gains and infinite excitement. He is our mentor and friend, and we all love Brother Bing!

I have a particularly annoying brother who is always in charge and hates it, but I can't help but soften up when I think of good things sometimes.

I remember that time, there was a pair of socks in my footbath. He said it was mine, so I cried in a hurry, and my parents didn't care. Usually they won't let him bully me like this! I was crying and angry, so I washed it. After washing, I cried and asked them, "He bullied me so much that you don't care because he is a boy!" " "But my father told me that he had suffered a lot before, which I can't imagine. He doesn't want me to be bullied by others. He won't suffer, and his sister certainly won't suffer. You are a lovely sister in his heart. When you were a child, he struggled to hold you. I didn't understand. I only know that my father is perfunctory, and I have been destroying it! I told myself in my heart that I hate him!

However, when he gently told me to fold clothes, I was in a good mood and had an uncontrollable sense of happiness!

When he's nice to me. Once, when I was about five years old, he took me to my grandmother's house. I don't know why they weren't at home. I waited with him for a while, but they didn't come. I have to go home. But at that time, he was only thirteen years old. Dad and others seldom let us bring our own money, so we have to walk. But is it easy? From the city government to the railway station, even adults have to walk all afternoon or night! It's really far.

We hurried home before locking the door. We walked all the time. Because I have a bad sense of direction since I was a child, I will get lost wherever I go. Finally, I had to walk home from the meeting in the morning. So he took my little hand and walked on. I just twisted my ankle before I got halfway. I bit my mouth and insisted! Halfway through, my feet were red and swollen, and he found it. He called me a fool so fiercely that he couldn't say a word. I knew he would say that, so I kept on. Hearing him say this, tears finally came down. ......

He walked home slowly behind my back. It was eleven o'clock and he walked for five hours! When I got home, I was already asleep. He gently carried me up the stairs, put me on the bed, gently tucked me in, and then yawned and went back to my room. The next day, I went to his room before he woke up As soon as I entered the door, I saw him lying in bed and fell asleep like that. I went to take off his shoes and socks and put his feet on the bed. Only then did I see blisters on his feet. ......

When he woke up, I sent his breakfast to his room. When he saw me limping, he frowned, dragged me to his bed, and then took out the medicine box to help me get the medicine without saying a word. Only then did I find my feet like pig's feet.

That's what I should have cried, but I couldn't cry. I smiled at once.

Tell me, does my brother love me very much? Did he give me more love than scold me? I love my stupid brother too.