Tell me about my little brother.

? Me, four sisters, two brothers and one sister.

As an old child, he was born with yellow hair, and his father was lawless from an early age. In primary school, there was a vicious dog on the way to school. When I leave school, my father often waits by the roadside to drive me home. When I was in middle school, my father would walk around the house behind my back. As for my mother, she is very hardworking and kind and obedient to me.

At home, I am afraid of one person, that is, my big brother. We are eight years apart. Eldest brother likes literature and has his own Confucian style. He is the eldest son of our big family. Before I was born, his position in the family was always the first. If I make a mistake, my parents can handle it by crying at most. But eldest brother, somehow, although I have never been criticized by him, I am really afraid of him. What impressed me most was that riding a bike outside the village was a pleasure, as long as Big Brother stood in front of the door and shouted: Come back! Go home at once.

My sister brought her up almost at an early age. Even when she was in class, I sat next to her and asked her for everything without saying anything. So that everyone still remembers that I went to school very early, when I was in grade one. As soon as the teacher asked me to do my homework, I went out of the classroom to find my sister, whether she was in class or not. She helped me with my homework. If it doesn't match the words in the book, I will cry and make trouble. Looking back now, I feel really strange. At that time, when she was still in primary school, she didn't criticize me or hit me, but she still followed me every time.

My second brother is the third in the family, three years older than me. Maybe the age gap is small. I have called him "little brother" since I was a child. Although he didn't want to do anything later, I kept shouting "little brother, little brother" until he got married and my sister-in-law came in, and I changed my name to "brother". Brother is clever and playful. He was beaten for being naughty when he was a child, but he was always cheerful.

My birth definitely affected his life, and so did my ignorance. My parents' ideas are not feudal at all. When I was a child, our family should be one of the few "boys are preferred to girls". As the second child in the family, his status is not high. In addition, when the fourth child was born, her skin was particularly white and her hair was particularly yellow. She was a girl. Suddenly, his only family status was squeezed out. New clothes and pocket money alone are enough for the three of them to be jealous, especially him next to me. Occasionally, he has a fresh little object. As long as I find it, it will definitely change its owner. As for his sad eyes and aggrieved expression, they were all ignored by my full joy.

Because I went to school very early and didn't repeat the grade, slowly, I caught up with him who didn't go to primary school until he was seven years old. In the class, with him, my little life was smooth sailing, and with him, my position at home rose linearly. Eldest brother doesn't participate in the "struggle" between our brother and sister, and my sister is always on my side. Needless to say, my parents, now that I think about it, my brother's childhood did not leave a shadow on his growth. First of all, I want to thank that we don't have such a remedial class and such an evaluation era. Secondly, I want to thank my parents for their simple and patient education.

The only thing he doesn't like is that I call him "little brother", which has been mentioned to me countless times, but I always dismiss it. When I was in primary school, my parents went to work in the fields. He stayed at home with me. As a boy, he had to fetch water and occasionally learn to cook. When he graduated from high school, he joined the army. Although he doesn't have much pocket money, he will send me money and letters more or less. I came all the way when I was demobilized and brought me a military uniform. I look handsome in it. He cooks breakfast almost every Sunday morning when he goes to work. But I always seem to enjoy it with a clear conscience. I ran back and forth shouting "little brother" regardless of his emotions, even though I accepted his bribe. So that now I sometimes think that it is really a miracle that I have been spoiled and grown up like this without going astray and occasionally being rational.

When I bought a house, my family was actually very poor, and the funds needed to repair the old house had not yet been settled, but my elder sister-in-law privately gave me 1000 yuan for emergency. Once, my brother and husband both drank a little wine. With the strength of wine, my husband said a lot about me in front of him, with a little dissatisfaction in his tone. My brother got angry at once. In his impression, little sister should be perfect. How could he be wronged?

My brother is a honest and frank, outspoken and open-minded, so he hates being teased by others. When my temper comes up, regardless of willy-nilly, I always have to say my grievances before giving up (in fact, I am very similar to him), so I am not less angry with the gentle second sister-in-law. As far as I know, I have been angry with my eldest brother and sister, especially my sister. But he is also like a summer storm. After the storm, the sun is still shining, which is simply an addiction. Sometimes, the rain clears up here before the people who are annoyed by him calm down. At home, he never quarreled with me once. I think the important reason is that he is my brother! But I still hope that at this point, I can change. After all, speaking too straight is easy to offend people.

My brother is selfless at heart. If one word is used to evaluate him, I think it should be "pure". Never stingy, as long as he has, as long as I need. It was, is and may be in the future.

Brother has a bad point, that is, he is too emotional, so it happens occasionally when he drinks too much, and he has never been criticized by me for this. For the sake of health, I hope to correct it and I must correct it.

Over the years, slowly, we have all passed the age of no doubt. As the eldest brother once said: four sisters have become four families, and slowly, the family relationship has faded. I still remember the sadness when my eldest brother said this, but I didn't feel much at that time. These years, especially when children are growing up and parents are getting old day by day, this feeling is particularly strong.

Time is irreversible. In the future, what we can and should do may only be to know how to cherish. Brothers and sisters, no matter the ups and downs in life, remember to take care of themselves.