Write about my brother

Writing a composition should write about the characteristics of a character, that is, the difference between this person and others. Do you know how to write a composition about your brother? The following is the writer's composition about my brother that I brought to you. I hope it will help you.

I don't know when I began to hate my brother, his naughty, his bullying and some ridiculous behaviors, but that evening, I changed my opinion of him.

The western sky began to turn red. When I got home, I sat on the sofa as usual, but I felt that there was one person missing, and that was my brother.

Before I went home, as soon as I opened the door, my brother would open his arms, take his short leg of more than 40 centimeters, climb on the sofa and look at me at the window. Then when I walk into the room, he will open his voice and shout, "Brother-brother-"

It's not over yet, brother. The real performance is yet to come! Look! He will turn around two or three times in the same place, and then give a vivid hug. I quickly hugged my brother and then dumped him twice. I only heard my brother laugh two or three times, closed his eyes and never closed his mouth again.

But I am not very happy. I feel like an actor in front of my brother!

But now that my brother is gone, I don't know why I feel uncomfortable.

Pushing open the door, I didn't see my brother. When I walked into the house, my brother disappeared into my palm like a snowflake. I didn't hear a few voices full of immature breath, and my heart was depressed and strange.

Without the laps my brother asked me to turn, I just feel as if my whole body is not spread out and my hands are itchy.

Where is my brother? Where is he? I was confused when I walked into the house and decided to look for him. So I started to go to his usual room. There is no kitchen, no bathroom and no toy room upstairs. This is because I actually miss my brother a little, and I can't help thinking: people are really strange, and they always hate things that are always around you, but once they are lost, they will miss you.

I looked everywhere in the house, but I couldn't find my brother. At this moment, the door opened and my brother and grandmother came back. It turned out that he and grandma went out to play.

As soon as I saw him, I rushed up and hugged him like a fish in water. When I heard laughter again, the voice seemed to tell me that what could be more touching than brotherhood?

Why is my brother "changeable"? It is because my brother becomes a "naughty boy" for a while and a "weak man" for a while, which is very special. Two completely opposite nicknames are concentrated on one person, so I will call him "Brother Baibian".

"Naughty bag" is the nickname of many children. My brother is naughty, because he is a child, and he is a veritable "naughty bag". "Naughty boy" usually has some characteristics, such as: First, he often does things in the way he thinks is good, and the result is a mess. Second, others are easily made laugh by him, probably because he did a stupid thing, maybe because he did an action, maybe because of a sentence. My brother always says that he is a dog, barking and crawling like a dog, which is quite similar! Often laugh us half to death. Third, the "naughty boy" likes to make trouble and make a mess everywhere. For example, as long as he gets it, he won't be able to clean it up for a while. My brother has all these characteristics. He is a real "naughty boy".

The other side of my brother is the "weak", which is also obvious. He cried all the time from waking up to sleeping, and of course he pretended to cry. There is nothing in the meal that he likes to listen to and make him cry. Don't give him candy to eat, cry; No time to take him to the amusement park to cry; If you don't listen, just say something about him. Crying people are bored to death. There are still three days to get sick at both ends. "It's really hard to raise," my mother often said.

Two nicknames with completely different personalities, one is thick-skinned and the other is cowardly, which is very funny in a person. Do you have such people around you? In a word, my brother is an interesting and lovely brother. He brings a lot of joy to my family.

On the third day in Xiamen, we are going to Yongding Tulou. The night before I went, I did my homework on the iPad.

The next morning, we set foot on the road to Yongding Tulou early and didn't arrive until noon 10. Just after getting off the bus, an uncle warmly welcomed us into Qing Ji Building. When we walked into the building, we found it was much bigger than you thought. Circles are tightly buckled together. The first layer is a very smooth stone surface. It is said that these stones used to be uneven, but after centuries, they have become very smooth and can skate on them.

On the second floor, there is a brief introduction of each of hundreds of surnames on the wall on the right. Because I couldn't find Zhang from the last few surnames, which worried me. I found the third Zhang after searching for half a circle. It says that Zhang is a military surname. Well ... it doesn't seem to suit me. After reading the surname, I was in a daze at the stairs. I asked my mother: Why do you want to build so many stairs here? Just build one or two. At this time, the uncle who has been silent said that because there are 400 rooms from the first floor to the fourth floor, there are at least 300 people living in these 400 rooms, and this one two stairs is simply not enough!

There are still people living on the third floor, and we always say hello.

Every room on the fourth floor has a lookout. I can see the whole tulou group from that hole.

Finally, we went back to the 1 floor and found a very private room. I went in. This is a secret room. The walls in other places are 1.6 meters thick, but in fact they are only 0.2 meters thick. But this hole is only known by elders and a few elders. When someone can't resist the attack, this is the last resort.

The wisdom of the ancients is unimaginable. No wonder the imitation earth building is no better than the ancients.

Writing about my brother (Chapter 4) This Spring Festival, our family of three returned to my father's hometown-Shengzhou City.

I met my little brother who I haven't seen for a long time as soon as I entered the door. As soon as he saw me, he shouted at the door, "Brother is back." I excitedly said to my brother, "Brother is coming to see you". Chatting and chatting, we laughed together.

My little brother's name is Yu Zhiyue. He is eight years old. He is a first-year student. He is the son of my little uncle. My little brother is very cute. He has a big round head on his chubby body. Under his black hair, his eyes are very proud. And under his small nose, his red mouth really looks like a red cherry. I really want to go up and taste it and see if it is sweet. My brother's two hands are different, because his left hand is very capable, and it is easy to eat and write with both hands. Grandma said he was born left-handed, and my teacher and I taught him to eat and write with his right hand to correct it. My father also called him a rare genius in a hundred years.

At home, my little brother and I often do homework together, watch TV together, play hide-and-seek together and play with toys happily. Sometimes he often takes me to the park downstairs to play. In the park, he often goes to the trees or the ground to look for some different seeds. When he finds them, he will bring them back and plant them in flowerpots on the balcony. Sometimes I keep digging in the mud with branches, saying that I want to dig out earthworms and raise them in flowerpots at home to loosen the soil for small flowers and plants.

My little brother is so cute. If two years ago, we all hated him, but now he is becoming more and more funny and lovely. My father is very happy. He always wants to grab his little brother and say that he will cut off his meat to make braised pork. He cried for help in fear-my brother would save me. At this time, I will also rush forward to rescue my little brother.

During my days in my hometown, my little brother was very happy every day, and I lived very comfortably. My little brother is a real joy in our family.

Write about my brother (chapter 5) "Ha, great, customs clearance again!" I only heard a voice in the bedroom. Do you know who he is? He is my "computer geek" brother.

My brother has been addicted to computers since I installed them. He seems eager to play computer every day. Mom certainly won't let him play computer games, but after a fierce debate, they finally reached an agreement: no computer games from Monday to Friday, except winter and summer vacations; You can only play for one hour on Saturday and Sunday. This agreement, the mother is satisfied, and the younger brother is also satisfied, so the two reached an understanding.

On Saturday morning, my brother, who always can't afford to stay in bed, got up early. It only takes one minute to brush my teeth and wash my face. A big bowl of rice was eaten by my younger brother 15 seconds. I was dumbfounded and thought: I usually want to drink a bowl of rice for such a long time. Why did I drink so fast today? There must be fraud! As I expected, my brother immediately went straight to the computer room to play. I saw my brother run to the computer in five steps and three steps, and just pressed the computer screen switch, the game interface was directly displayed. It turns out that my brother turned on the computer early in order to save time, but turned off the switch of the display screen.

Little brother started his game clearance. I saw him holding the mouse tightly with one hand, as if afraid that it would fly with wings. The other hand skillfully controls the protagonist in the computer game on the keyboard, staring at the computer screen and shouting from time to time. I offered him a glass of water, but he didn't even look at it. This little brother really plays computer every minute!

Happy times are always so short. Soon, his time was up. It's time to do his homework. Reluctantly, he turned off the computer and left listlessly.

There are countless anecdotes about "computer geek" brother playing games, so let's stop here today! If you want to know more, come to my house and have a look!

The door of the writer's composition about his brother (article 6) creaked open. who is it? Needless to say, it must be my naughty brother, who has become more and more disobedient these days because his mother loves him. Look! What game is he playing today?

I saw my brother tiptoe into the room, but I slipped in without being seen. I patted him on the shoulder just as he closed the door. He jumped up in fear, turned around and got a fright. He faltered and said, "Sister, why are you here?" I looked at him, my God! I am as dirty as if I fell to the ground, and there is still some mud on my knees. I suddenly flew into a rage and shouted, "What's the matter?" I think the house must have shaken. Looking at him, he blushed shyly and whispered, "I caught a bug." I ... I didn't mean to get my clothes dirty. " Before he finished, I pointed to him and said, "Are you catching bugs? I think I'm going to war. " I was just about to start work when he buried his face in his hands and squatted down and shouted, "Hero, forgive me!"! Small never dare again "really makes me in distress situation. I patted him on the dust and mud, which saved this embarrassing little mouse (my brother is a mouse).

In the evening, when my mother came back, my brother threw himself into her arms like a savior and said, "Mom, mom and sister really bullied me today." After listening to my mother, she taught me a lesson. I was stupid enough to eat Rhizoma Coptidis-I can't tell you how bitter it was. Now my brother is hiding in the corner and laughing secretly. Ah, depressed, I let him go this time, and he doesn't know how to repay kindness, but he still pays kindness! To make matters worse, I don't know how to forgive others, and my mother is still nagging ... Next time my brother falls into my hands, I will definitely let him "survive" to avenge today.

This is my lovely but naughty brother Doudou. How's it going? Isn't that weird?