An interesting story about me and my brother.
The title of the "Second" composition is "The Story of My Brother and I"
My brother and I have been best friends since childhood, playing and studying together, and there has never been any contradiction. But once my brother and I had a huge friction.
That day, I took my students (I usually teach some children in kindergarten when I am free) to buy candy bars. As soon as I arrived at my brother's door, I heard a familiar voice calling my nickname (I usually hate being called my nickname). I looked back: the person who called me by my nickname was actually my brother! I was angry and turned away.
Two days later, my brother came to see me. I thought to myself, well, it's no use apologizing to me. I want to break up with you! Thought of here, I don't know why I feel a strange sadness. My brother said, "Sister, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't call you by your nickname. I hope you can forgive me. " "Who told you to call me by my nickname? I won't forgive you!" When I said this, my eyes suddenly filled with tears. I won't let anyone see my vulnerability. So, I fought back my tears and pushed my brother out of the door.
Later, my brother came several times in a row, but I still didn't forgive him. Finally, my brother gave up the opportunity to beg my forgiveness and never came again. After a few days, my mood calmed down. I'm beginning to wonder if this is correct: should I say this about my brother? After all, he has apologized to me several times. Am I too impulsive? Should I apologize to him? But how can I talk to him? I think about it in class, after class, on my way to school, on my way to school and before going to bed. Although this has disrupted my life, I think it is worthwhile, because I finally came up with a good way to kill two birds with one stone. This method can not only resolve the contradiction between my brother and me, but also save my face. I led my little sister to knock on my brother's door, and my brother was shocked when he saw me. I pretended as if nothing had happened and said, "Brother, Xiaoyou is coming to play with Jingjing. Call Jingjing out quickly! " My brother came to his senses and immediately called Jingjing out. They play and we watch. In this way, the contradiction between my brother and me was resolved.
At that time, I thought: I want to have a broad mind like my brother in the future. Just like a poet said: endure a calm moment and take a step back.
(3) My story with my brother (1) composition
My brother copy and I like playing computer games very much. Here is the "content"! …
One morning, I woke up and saw my brother doing his homework. I said, "Brother, you are really diligent!" "My brother said," Then you brush your teeth, wash your face, have breakfast, and then you do your homework! "I'll brush my teeth, wash my face and have breakfast. I wolfed it down at breakfast. After eating, my brother and I did our homework together. My brother finishes his homework faster than me. My brother said, "I'm finished. I'm going to play computer! ""I said, "All right!" After that, my brother went to the computer room. I finished my homework carefully. I went to the computer room. I watched Fantasy Westward Journey played by my brother. The characters in my brother's Fantasy Westward Journey are: Dragon Prince, whose clothes are blue and his name is Helpless. Please watch the next episode ...
The story of my brother and I (2)
The story of my brother and I, the composition of primary school students
My brother is a very attractive brother. When he was in junior high school and senior high school, many girls chased him, especially the striking female classmates in the class, so my brother always took his girlfriend home to play, and I also met many beautiful women.
He is never worse than anyone when he is playful. Although I didn't go to college, my grades were not bad. He taught me all my homework. My brother is ugly. That's because I was on a train when I was a child, and I was scarred by accidents and explosions. Actually, my mother had it, too, but it was nothing serious. I have recovered. My brother is the most unlucky, his face is covered with it. I was lucky to be in my mother's belly, and there was no trace of injury. Hehe, but what's wrong? Every time I peek at a dozen people who write love letters to my brother, he only puts them in the drawer. The most naughty one, I always like to turn them over. Once, I rummaged through my brother's drawer and found a letter in it. The letter said that she had been chasing her brother for four years, but he still refused to accept it. Later, my brother and the lesbian learned well, and I found that the sister was beautiful, with a good figure and good skin. Her height was still 1 m 72, and her family conditions were good. Why didn't my brother accept her then? When shopping with my sister, you can see that many people's eyes are turned to my sister. I decided to make this sister my sister-in-law. Now, my brother and another sister are both fine. I don't like this girl, but I like the girl who has been chasing my brother for four years, but this girl was introduced by my mother.
Until now, half a year later, I still miss my sister and want her back, but it's not my marriage. What's the use? hey
My brother occasionally mentions my sister and shows me her photos. Now she is actually a car model. It's hard to imagine that a girl with such a good temperament would like my brother, which shows how charming he is, hehe! !
That's because my brother has many advantages. He studies hard and gets excellent grades.
Wu Prose: Me and My Brothers
My brother is five years older than me. He is a mouse. When I was a child, our family lived in a big yard, and my brother was the biggest in the yard, so no matter what we did, we naughty boys listened to him. My brother is very strict with me and sometimes even makes me feel mean. When I was a child, I was very timid. I remember once my brother took me to Xuanwu Lake to play with a ladder, and I was afraid to climb it. My brother slapped me in public and said I was worthless. I was so angry that I ignored him for two weeks. Boys are naturally naughty, and fighting is something we often do. Either we fight ourselves or we fight with others, but every time we fight, there is only one result. Whether we win or lose, our parents invite us to eat "shredded pork with a belt"! When he arrived, his parents' names actually saved him a few whips. But I'm different. The more I fight, the less I admit my mistake. As a result, shredded pork is also the most eaten! Alas! Obviously he took me to fight, but I became a scapegoat! But my brother loves me, too. Every time someone bullies me, he always helps me out. No matter what the cost, he will help me get justice!
When I was a child, I had little chance to get in touch with the outside world because of my illness and poor system. Every time the school organizes a spring outing and an autumn outing, I will stay at home. But at that time, I was glad that I had a brother who loved to play. At that time, he loved to fly to the airport with some friends to catch lobsters. A few thin bamboo poles and a small hook made of thick iron wire have become good tools for lobster fishing. My parents went to work overtime on Sunday, and I often chased my brother to take me to the airport. Every time you get him, you have to agree to my request. At that time, only he could bring me more happiness. On my tenth birthday, my family spent a lot of money to treat me. It would be nice for the whole family to have a bowl of longevity noodles together on their birthday. My brother knew that I like small animals, so he went to Purple Mountain. At night, he came back, covered in mud. The clothes on the upper body are gone. He has a round thing wrapped in his clothes in his hand. After drinking a large glass of cold boiled water, I found a bucket. I've been following him to see what happened. When the clothes are taken off. I've never seen a stinger curled up in a bucket. Sweating, my brother pointed to the thorn and said to me, "Well, it's for your birthday." ……
My brother went out to work when he was very young. His first job was a summer job in my mother's factory. Two months later, he got 20 yuan. He bought a turtle for his grandmother with his first salary, just because the grandmother always liked him. Even when he died, he kept calling his name!
Our two brothers grew up in the battle. One day, I was surprised to see my brother and a girl in front of my house. Seems very affectionate. I thought to myself, "Hey, hey! My brother is in love! " However, since then, I feel that his relationship with me is getting more and more distant, and I feel like an ignorant child in front of him. There is no longer the past struggle between us, and there is no longer the tacit understanding between brothers. Seeing him with that girl, I really hate that girl! ! However, this idea soon disappeared. Just because my brother did a little thing, I found the affection between my brothers again. It was a late autumn afternoon, and my brother took me and his girlfriend to the movies. Before that, my brother and I agreed to go to Confucius Temple for snacks after watching the movie. But at the end of the movie, his girlfriend actually said that she couldn't go and wanted to go home. It's no use persuading for a long time, but I still insist on going home. I thought to myself at that time: this is ridiculous. I will always be with you. It's rare to come out to play once, clamoring to go home. I really want to kick her out of the cinema. But she is my girlfriend after all. Disappointed, I said to my brother, "Go home with her first, and I'll just go home myself!" " "Say that finish, I ran out of the cinema and never looked back. My brother suddenly grabbed me and said, "She goes back to her house and we eat our snacks!" " "I heard that, I immediately felt a long-awaited joy. . . . Although it has been a long time, it will never be erased in my heart!
I still remember when I was in the sixth grade, on a late autumn afternoon, I had a high fever at school and the teacher called my parents' unit. But my parents can't take time off to pick me up. Late autumn night came early, and the cold wind swept the yellow leaves, abusing pedestrians. I sat in the school reception room, expecting my family to appear. The last person who appeared was my brother with his girlfriend. My high fever makes me feel colder. My brother took off his jeans and put them on for me, leaving only a T-shirt on himself. On the bus that took me to the hospital, my brother hugged me tightly, and my previous fear and cold were gradually swallowed up by my brother's broad arms. . . . . A warm feeling welled up in my mind.
My brother is a very capable man. At the age of 19, he became the domestic business representative of Hong Kong Yongkai Industrial Company. People who have dealt with him say that he is smart and capable. Because my working relationship is the same as my father's, I often travel between Nanjing and Guangzhou. Busy work didn't make him forget my brother. He always brought me presents. Game consoles are very popular in the market. He brought me a game machine from Guangzhou. Knowing that I admired the brand-name sportswear worn by my classmates at that time, he also bought me some. In junior high school, a rogue bullied me at the school gate. He came to pick me up after school every day. Then those hooligans saw that I had such a big brother and never dared to bully me again.
Having such a good brother has always made me feel very happy. Under his broad arms, there are always more happy days than pains. I really hope this kind of life can last forever. ...
Perhaps from the day I was born, my fate was doomed to this bumpy life. 1September 1993 18, I will never forget this day. On that day, God took away my brother, which is also my only support in this life. A sudden car accident took away his life of 2 1 year-old, and also took away my greatest hope in this life! ! Hearing the bad news of my brother, I want to cry. I think maybe this is not true, maybe this is a mistake. Looking at my mother's grief, I cried. I really realized in my heart that all this is true-my brother will never come back.
Holding back my tears, I went back to my room and looked at the photos of my brother before his death. Sitting there, my mind was almost blank. In order to let my father take care of my mother wholeheartedly, I never shed a tear. I still came to school the next day. I am usually lively and cheerful, and I no longer have the mood of the past. I sit in my seat and don't want to talk to anyone or do anything. I tried to hold back my tears again and again with what little strength I had left. In the second class, I was called up by the teacher because I was in a daze. I stood up from my seat mechanically and looked at the blackboard with glassy eyes. Gradually, my eyes blurred, and tears fell on the book one by one along my cheeks. The first time I saw my tears, my classmates around me looked at me in surprise. I have never seen my sad face, let alone tears! They didn't know about me until the next day, and they comforted me one after another, but they didn't know that what I want most now is that my brother can come back to me, eat snacks with me at the Confucius Temple, and have a good fight with me again. To go fishing with me again, .................................................................................................................., my heart is tearing and cursing. I hate God. I hate him for bringing too much suffering and pain to my life. Why? Why take away my closest brother and my only hope in this life? How I want to hug him tightly and call him brother again. ...
Every year in Tomb-Sweeping Day after my brother left, I would bring a bunch of roses to my brother's grave, light a cigarette for him (because I know my brother likes roses best), then quietly look at the tombstone and tell him the pain and happiness I experienced this year! Although he has left me, his soul still lives in my heart forever! !
It has been seven years since my brother left me! In these seven years, I have experienced many ups and downs repeatedly, but these are nothing compared with the pain of losing my brother. Now I seldom mention my brother to my family and friends. Some friends around me say that I may have forgotten the existence of such a big brother, and some say that I have become numb ... Maybe this sentence is right, I am really insensitive! For me, pain is just a stumbling block in my life. No matter what, I will walk well and fall down. I can only get up again, there is no way. Pain is not so terrible to me! Because my brother once told me that no matter what happens, I must be a strong person and live well!
"Lu" touching story composition between my brother and me 450
Laziness is not good. Let me give you an idea, that is, my brother will help you study in this way and make up for it himself. For example, my brother will help you with your lessons when he has a bad cold. Learn to sum up your own writing experience from the details of your life (whether it's your own or someone else's life experience, you can rename it your own)
Writing about my brother is a story between me and my brother. What do you want?
My brother
My brother lives in the countryside. His eyes are black and bright, his mouth is big, he can talk and answer, and he always likes to play while answering outside, so his face is black like a "black charcoal". He is greedy, too.
He steals food from me every time he eats. I remember once, I had dinner with him. I just took a bite of potatoes, and he has already eaten two potatoes. He finished his rice and vegetables before I took a bite of rice. Although he is not tall, he is an authentic "big stomach king". I often call him "Pig Bajie".
Let's say this National Day, we went to my grandmother's house and bought many dishes, including my favorite popcorn. I was so excited that I knocked on the table with chopsticks and said loudly, "I want to eat, I want to eat." My mouth was watering, and soon my grandmother brought out all the dishes. I immediately began to pick up popcorn with chopsticks. At this time, my brother flew down from upstairs like a hungry tiger, grabbed my popcorn at once, wolfed it down, and then muttered, "Yummy, yummy!" " I stamped my foot angrily. "Mom, he ate all my popcorn." Before the words fell to the ground, he jumped over and moved the whole plate of popcorn to him, shoveling it into his mouth. I stared at my brother with angry eyes and said, "hate, pig, greedy ghost." "My brother smiled and said," who told you to have a small mouth! "
This is my greedy brother. Although my brother is greedy, he always protects me and plays with me. I am very happy.
"Ba" story composition of my brother and me 100 words.
My brother is 1 m 73 in height and 130 kg in weight. He is a bookworm. My brother has been reading. One day, my brother came back from school and I saw a bag on his head. I said, "What happened to your head?" My brother said, "I studied too hard and accidentally bumped into a telephone pole." When my brother said this, the whole family burst into laughter. Brother can't wait to get into the gap. My brother likes playing basketball. My brother is the pioneer of the basketball team. On the basketball court, no one can match my brother's height and skill. That's necessary. My brother's grades are very good, and he is often the first in his grade. I want to learn from him.
Hope to adopt
I want to write a composition about me and my brother. This brother is very nice and sensible, and likes playing basketball and reading extracurricular books.
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!