A composition about brothers.

In our daily study, work and life, we often come into contact with composition, which can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition according to the different writing time limit. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my composition on my brother. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope it will help you.

Dude, I'm sorry ... He followed me unhurriedly that day, and I dumped him immediately. Later, I went back to play and saw him crying alone in the corner. I looked at him, his face was full of tears and he was covered in injuries. ...

Mother looked at him and even began to cry, saying, "Poor him, let's take him away." I looked at him and nodded, so he became my brother. I grew up with no one to play with. This time, I finally have someone to play with. My parents are not at home, so I have to stay at home alone, doing my homework, playing computer and watching TV. Mom and dad think. I play those games because I am bored. Because his parents took him in, he often followed me and looked at me quietly for fear that I would get hurt. In fact, my character is a boy's character. I don't like those colorful skirts or Barbie dolls, and I don't like those clean and tidy hair that needs to be combed every day. I'm not a bird, not those. It's a real person I have freedom, too! Don't think I am a little princess spoiled by my parents, I can only say, "I'm not!" " "I sincerely feel sorry for my brother, even though he is not my own brother. ...

Several robbers tried to kidnap me that day, but he helped me. He couldn't beat those fierce robbers, so he had to bite people's hands, causing great pain. I was so scared that my head went blank. Why did I think of calling the police and rushing to save him? At this time, a robber cut him with a knife in his hand and he fainted. I immediately sent him to the hospital, because my classmates saw it and sent him to the hospital and called the police. However, my brother has been unconscious!

Brother, I'm sorry!

I have a brother who likes reading very much. As long as he reads, he is as happy as if he had taken a stimulant.

I remember once, he said that he would go to the store to buy a dress, and he would be back soon. But he didn't come back from 4: 30 in the afternoon until evening. When my parents and I finished eating, there was a "squeak" sound of opening the door with a key outside. My brother finally came back. Our whole family looked at him and asked him, but he didn't care because he was looking at the book in his hand with relish. I looked at his hand, and there was not even a dress, only those big and thick books. I asked him loudly, "Where are the clothes you bought? Why not see them? " My brother suddenly realized that it took a long time to say, "I forgot." "what!" I was very angry. "So you spent hours reading, and you didn't even know you were coming back for dinner!" "But this kind of thing often happens, and I am used to it.

I remember another time, it was Army Day, and my father and brother planned to go for a walk in the park together. On the way, we passed a bookstore and my brother stopped. He wants to read it again. He said to me, "You and dad wait for me here, and I'll be right out." But we waited outside for an hour. During this hour, I called him several times in a row, and he was already in the ocean of books. No matter how I called him, he still wouldn't listen. Now he comes out slowly with some books, but it's already noon. I want to go home for lunch. My father and I can't go for a walk because my brother has been reading for too long.

This is my brother, a brother who loves reading.

My brother is the topic of composition 3. There's a new janitor in my neighborhood. He is about twenty years old, with dark skin and short stature. Although he is very young, he is very friendly and always laughs before speaking, so the children in our district call him "brother" affectionately.

Although the guard is small, he is very intimidating. In the past, our community was either stolen by the owners or stolen by the west, and many families suffered losses. Everyone feels unsafe. But since the janitor's brother came, the community has slowly changed. Take the last time, for example, a thief came to the community, and the little guard brother found a man sneaking around in the community, so he quietly followed. Just as the thief opened the door and picked the lock, a left hook and a right hook knocked him to the ground, and another trick held the thief tightly. Later, I learned that this thief is a habitual thief and often comes to our community to steal things. Everyone is very happy. Everyone praised Brother Guard for his conscientious and responsible work. I saw his dark face go red. Haha, the guard brother is embarrassed by the praise.

Once our children were playing with water guns, and everyone was running around. We were so excited that the doorman stopped us and said it was too dangerous to play in the community like this. We secretly changed the venue and continued to play. After a while, I fell down because of a rush, and my leg was skinned and bleeding. My friends helped me to the door. See the guard's brother.

After seeing my misery, I quickly sat down and helped to apply the red syrup, which made me remember this "blood lesson".

Since the arrival of the janitor brothers. ...

Ah! Brother doorman, good!

Every time someone mentions the word "brother", I will think of a past event that ripples in my heart. Whenever I think of this living creature, there is always a warm current in my heart. When I was a child, I vaguely remembered that my parents were busy with work and had no time to take care of me. It happened that one day my parents were going on a business trip and left me alone at home. I had a little fever that day when my parents were on a business trip. My fever is getting hotter and hotter, so I can only bear it at home alone. I only heard the sound of my bedroom door being opened, and a boy older than me stood in front of me and looked at it carefully. At this time, I have no strength to argue with my brother. I just vaguely remember my brother putting his hand on my forehead, and then my brother. I just smiled at that time, and my brother asked me if I had eaten. I said I didn't eat, and my brother should make me good food at once. When my brother was cooking in the kitchen, I was thinking that my brother was born two months earlier than me, but he knows how to take care of people better than me. When the meal was ready, my brother helped me out of bed and let me lean on him. Then, he fed me bite by bite. After dinner, my brother fed me medicine again. In the evening, my. Asked me if it hurt, I shook my head. My brother accompanied me until I got home, and the fever miraculously disappeared in the morning.

This matter, like a candy, will never melt in my mouth and accompany me until junior high school. Every time someone mentions my brother, I think of it.

I have a brother who often bullies me. He is fierce, and many people are afraid of him. He is tall, has a big nose, wears a pair of short-sighted glasses and has a lot of pimples on his face, but all his classmates say he is handsome.

My brother likes to brag. He sits in front of the mirror all day, takes photos and shaves, and uses facial cleanser in the morning. That's disgusting. Also, he wears a lot of perfume in his room, bed and body, almost everywhere. I can't stand him any longer.

He likes to bully me at ordinary times, and his parents still stand with him to judge right and wrong and don't listen to my explanation. That time, on mom's birthday, dad bought a big cake and put it in the refrigerator. My brother ate a small piece because he was greedy. When my father took out the cake, he said angrily, "Who stole a piece of cake?" My brother quickly said, "It's Canon. I saw with my own eyes. " I quickly said, "It's not me. I haven't been in the kitchen all day. Stealing vegetables is impossible. " "You also said that no one can eat at home except you. You must have stolen the food. If it's not you, then go to me for evidence to explain. " I'm so angry. Where can I find evidence?

But my brother often helps me check my homework, but he is always in a bad temper when checking my homework. That time, he picked a wrong question for me, saying that if you can't do such a simple question, what else can you do? I thought to myself: didn't I just get into college? Proud of what?

However, he is very kind to me sometimes. Every time he comes back, he brings something interesting or delicious.

Although this brother has a strange temper, I like such a brother.

In this life, what makes me "happy" most is having such a brother!

My brother is the representative of physical education class. He loves sports: even if it rains or blows, he practices running every day. There is one thing in his room that is his favorite-fitness equipment. He often works out on weekends, and the walls are covered with photos of bodybuilders and Olympic champions. These photos are his lifeblood, and even my sister can't touch them. Because the walls are covered with posters, and the ground is full of snacks bought by parents at the weekend and homework assigned by the teacher, his room is even more messy than my kennel. Every time I come to his house, I will help him beautify his bedroom. Because I really don't like having such a brother, and he is a person who refuses to stand up and hide when the sky falls. I have no choice but to help him clean up. Who let me be his sister?

First of all, it is impossible to "bang" him out of that tall and soft bed. Only when he feels pain will he get up reluctantly. Secondly, I will help him pack snacks and tidy up his homework, then vacuum the ground and fold the quilt. At this time, when I was tidying up the whole room, my brother always greeted him with a smile and said, ". It makes me laugh and cry.

On another occasion, when my brother and I had a problem eating, he always said, "You are so smart, you can make delicious meals!" " "I racked my brains and tried my best to do it well. There are countless such things, and I can't do anything about him.

I am really lucky to have such a burdened brother.

When I was seven hours old, I liked to lean on my brother's shoulder. He twisted his hair and slowly fell asleep on his brother's shoulder. I don't know how long it took, but my brother pinched my little nose and gently said to me, "Cher, if you sleep again, you will become a lazy pig." Get up, be good ~ ~ "I reluctantly sat down in the chair. Why are you reluctant to part? I don't know myself. In short, I feel safe with my brother's shoulder.

I am careless. My brother is different from me. He is superior to me in every respect. He usually takes care of me. I remember once, when my brother came back from school, he helped me pick up the socks that were thrown on the ground. Sighed: Snow White, if you do this again, no one will want you! I said vaguely while eating snacks; "Spicy a gamete in my silkworm! Don't try to get rid of me. " Then I will haunt you for a lifetime! Don't get rid of me My brother touched my head affectionately, and there seemed to be something shiny in my eyes. I was only nine years old at that time, and I didn't know what it was. I didn't know until now that those shiny things were my brother's tears. At that time, the only time I saw my brother cry.

That night, I fell asleep on my brother's shoulder again and got up the next morning. I habitually shouted, "Where are my socks?" Nobody answered me. "Elder brother still nobody answered. I'm a little nervous. I ran to the living room and saw my parents having breakfast. I don't know if it is an illusion. I also saw a shiny unknown object in their eyes. I ran to my parents and asked, "Where's my brother? "My mother hugged my head with tears and said, in fact, your brother was adopted, and now his biological parents have come to see him." I rushed out of the house and ran in the street like crazy. All I could think about was my brother's smile, his angry look, his tears and everything. Including my brother's shoulder.

My brother has big eyes. He is very selfish and a cheapskate. I remember once, my brother came home from school. As soon as he fished out something, he took out two pieces of chocolate from his pocket. At this time, my mouth was watering. You know, chocolate is my favorite food. I tugged at my brother's skirt and begged him to give it to me. But my brother ignored me as if he didn't hear anything, so I followed him everywhere. I looked at him and said, "Brother, just give it to me." I'll give you something delicious in the future. "No matter how many good things I say, he just won't give it to me. I'm in a hurry. It seems that I can only take the last resort and force it. A battle was about to begin, and my hand suddenly reached into my brother's pocket. I was about to touch it when my brother pushed me aside, followed by a slap. I am short and can't resist him, so I have to sit on the ground and cry. I had to watch these two chocolates fall into my brother's mouth. I said to myself, "My brother is really a cheapskate. "

Another time, it was a Sunday. My brother is playing with toys, and I want to play, but he won't let me play. What shall we do? Let's go and get reinforcements. I ran into the house and told my brother at my mother's, so that my mother could judge. Mother came out and said to her brother, "When you are old, let your brother play for him." I was secretly happy, and when I saw it again, my brother ran away. In this way, my toys went up in smoke. Hey, mom said he wouldn't let me either. My brother is so stingy.

This is my stingy brother.

This morning, I went to my brother's house to play. There are two vases in front of his house. The vase is very beautiful-one is carved with a dragon, the other with a phoenix, and the flowers inside are fragrant and intoxicating. I went to my brother's house to enjoy it for a while, and then I went in to play with my brother.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw my brother playing computer. I immediately said, "Brother, shall I play with you?" My brother said, "Of course, just look from the side first. Wait for me to play-I'll play computer for you later. " I said happily, "All right." Just as we were playing computer games, we suddenly heard a loud noise outside the door. My brother and I quickly stopped playing computer and ran outside. Going outside, we saw that the vase was broken. We looked around again and saw a man running fast in the distance, and there was no one else nearby. We suspect that the runner broke the vase and ran away. My brother and I looked intently and recognized who this man was, but we didn't know where he lived. But my brother said, "Never mind, I know his friends." So, the two of us found this man's friend's home and asked him to take us to find that man. His friend agreed to take us to the man's home. When we arrived at the man's house, the man who took us there waited for us outside the door and didn't go in. After entering the door, my brother said angrily to him, "You broke my vase and ran away. This is very wrong. You must pay. " "I didn't break it." The man said. My brother said excitedly, "You didn't break it, so why did you run?" ? You still don't admit it? "He said," I really didn't break your vase. I was in a hurry just now, so I ran home. "We don't believe it, but he doesn't admit it, and we can't help it.

On the way home, the man who took us said to us, "So you want to ask him about breaking the vase, which I know. I happen to be near your home. I saw a dog run over and break your vase. Don't blame him wrongly! " My brother knew that he had wronged someone and said to me, "Go back and apologize!" " "We went to his house again and found the man. We apologized to him. At night, my brother and I sleep together. After turning off the lights, my brother still blames himself for being wrong about the good people.