Do you have a brother? What kind of person is your brother? Do you like your brother? The following is a 300-word excellent essay about my brother that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read reference to learn!
My Brother I
I have a brother, he will be the first to comfort me when I am hurt; I have a brother, he will take me every time we go out to play, he will treat me better than anyone else. He likes to touch my head when I am aggrieved.
Brother has a pair of very God's eyes like a constant reminder that I do not careless, brother's nose is very spiritual often on the second floor to know the first floor of the liuxue86 mother in cooking what dishes, he often like to stay broken hair, there is a will answer the question of the mouth is like: "on the knowledge of astronomy, geography."
Brother's hobbies a lot, in the sixth grade when he likes chess, the teacher to play chess finally with the horse and the gun to defeat the teacher, and now he likes to play volleyball, play computer, play badminton ? But play computer time is the most, every day brother back to play computer before going to sleep no matter what time.
Brother's grades are very good, never half sloppy, took a lot of awards, most of them are three good students and chess jump rope, etc., and now my brother is studying in Liqi Middle School, often let my mother take is a big red flower, mom is also happy like a big red flower. This is my brother.
My brother two
I have a defiant brother, although he usually love to joke, but seriously is very powerful!
Let me just give you an example. Once, our family went to climb a mountain, I thought at first it was to go rock climbing! As soon as I realized it was to go mountain walking, I was greatly disappointed.
We just arrived at the foot of the mountain, a glance up, as if climbing this mountain is harder than climbing the sky. We came to halfway up the mountain, our family are out of breath. At this point, I suddenly saw a big rock, on both sides of it there are two chains, I suddenly want to race with my brother to see who first reached the rock, my brother agreed. Mom as a referee, my brother and I grabbed the chain together, mom ordered, we climbed up hard, at first I was ahead, but my brother did not concede, a force to catch up with me, and finally my brother won. I can't help it. Because he is big and I am small, of course, lose him.
My brother three
My brother is a stubborn person, encountered a little bit of a small thing, you have to hit people. The thing I dislike most is that he hits people when he sees them.
The most angry I was that time, it was a sunny noon, mom said: "I sleep two hours, you do not quarrel me, you if you quarrel me, I get up, can be rude to you." All three of us said, "Okay." Mom went to bed, and we were there doing our homework carefully.
Suddenly, Zheng Baochen said, "We're almost done, mom should be asleep, we can play." I said, "Watch the words, not we, but me and you." He said, "When I say we, I mean weighing and me, where does it mention you." I said, "Okay, okay, I don't care about you anymore." The three of us went back to our homework, but as we were writing, Zheng Baochen suddenly touched my hand. I wrote the word "乌", by his touch became "鸟", you know, I hate to write, others touch me. I know I hate it when people touch me when I am writing, because if I touch them, I have to write again, which is very annoying. I was very annoyed, but Zheng Baochen ignored me. I whispered, "Brainwashed!" He heard me and said angrily, "Who are you, who are you, you're a Japanese Damei with small eyes?" I was so angry that I had to pull Zheng Weixin to write somewhere else.
My brother four
Looking at the car my brother took gradually away, I unconsciously have a sense of loss in my heart, as well as a sour nose, eyes astringent kind of want to cry.
My brother is 18 years old this year, in his first year of high school, is a very cute, handsome, progressive sunshine boy. Because he is two years older than me, he always bullied me when I was young. At that time, the two of us go wherever, where there will be "war", "the sound of guns" (a little exaggerated), unfortunately, every time the defeat is always surrendered me.
When did this change? Let me think? Oh! That's right! It was around the time I was in third grade.
I was so young that I didn't get any gifts for my birthday? In addition to mom's a good meal, but my brother gave me a surprise? Sent me a greeting card of about 2 dollars. At that time I was so happy, almost did not excitedly go up to kiss him (later think about it think it is not worth it), and he was a kind of "I knew it" look giggling. From that moment on, everything changed.
Changed, really changed, and everything became so beautiful. From then on, my brother went from being the "enemy" to being the person I needed most in my life.
Perhaps my brother is older than me, life experience than I have more, and there is no so-called "generation gap" between parents, so I have what happy, worry about things to find him to talk about, and he is always appropriate to give me to come up with solutions. He said that some of the things I went through he basically experienced, but also said that this is everyone's growth process can not be missing.
My brother five
My brother loves to read books, no matter how thick it is, he can read it as fast as he can and copy down the good words and phrases in the book. In his room there is a big desk, next to a bookshelf, bookshelves full of books, there are "Perfume Chateau", "Dream of the Red Chamber", "Charles IX", "Childhood"?
One afternoon, his mom and dad went out shopping, leaving him alone, "the little boy in charge", such a wonderful opportunity, how can he miss?
One afternoon his mom and dad were out shopping and he was left alone with a "little kid in the house", how could he miss such a wonderful opportunity? The book sometimes brought him into a compelling scenario; sometimes he closed his eyes and pondered; sometimes he cheered; sometimes he regretted? "Dingdong", mom and dad came back. He rushed to look at the table, God! It's been two hours, and the homework hasn't moved a muscle! Forget it, a do not do, two or no, thought and took up his favorite book.
And the ridiculous is far from these: once, he and his classmates to buy things, they brought "a hundred years not to see" Les Miserables. The students were laughing and joking on the way, but he was headlong into the sea of words. And from time to time murmured: "Bian Fu Ru is really a good man!" And from time to time, he said in exasperation, "Society is really dark, how can money represent everything?" His heart has been y intoxicated by the twisted and tragic stories in the book, and forgot the world outside the book. "Hey, look!" His classmate pushed him hard, "What are you doing, can't you see I'm reading?" He grumbled, "Look!" He looked up, yikes! In front of him stood a "towering" utility pole, you all thought he would make a fuss, but no! He was as calm as a mountain, and took up the book, while walking and reading, as if reading can be swept away his depressed mood.
This is my brother, a bookworm brother who loves to read.