Essay on writing about people 450 words

Growing up, my brother and I rarely talked or laughed all day like other siblings, and it's safe to say that we basically didn't talk much. But this is not that our love is not deep. There is a special kind of tacit understanding between us.

Brother is a very honest person, will not play smart. The elders let him do things, as long as he can do, no matter how hard and tired, he is uncomplaining to do. I remember the summer when he was seventeen years old, there was a lot of rain. Once, after spreading wheat on the road to dry, his father walked away because of something else. But the weather that day was like a child's face, changing at the drop of a hat. Just after lunch, it wanted to rain. When Mom saw what was happening, she told my brother, me and my brother to go ahead and gather the wheat into piles. As we gathered the wheat into piles, we realized that the ground in that area was too low for the wheat to be easily washed away by the water. So we hurriedly put the wheat into bags. Soon it began to rain. Mom said, "This won't work, hurry up and carry it home." But who among the four of us was going to carry the hundred-plus pound wheat bag? Mom said, "Come on, I'll carry it." But Mom's legs hurt so much when it was raining and windy that she stood with clenched teeth when she loaded the wheat just now. Now, isn't it cruel to ask her to carry a hundred-plus pound sack of wheat? The only pillar of support between us at that time was my brother. Without saying a word, my brother let my mom and me lift the sacks onto his shoulders. He was only 17 years old at the time, and his body was still weak! Every step he took seemed difficult, but he never stopped. He used his young shoulders to carry the dozen bags of wheat back home.

Mom looked at my brother's red and swollen shoulders, and was so distressed that she hurriedly asked him to sit down and rest for a while. But when he realized that his aunt's family hadn't finished collecting the wheat, he went to give it to his aunt. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The first thing I've learned is that I'm not the only one who's been in the business for a long time, and I'm not the only one who's been in the business for a long time. The brother's student days, although very hard, but his academic performance somehow always get up, stick to the second year of high school dropped out. After he stopped going to school, he became a farmer and worked at home. But he encouraged me to study hard. In the second year after my brother dropped out, I was under too much pressure and burden of thought and wanted to give up my studies. My brother was adamantly opposed to this and tried every means to persuade me not to labor at home like him. He talked to me for two days, I was moved, and on the third day I picked up my backpack and went to school again. Now I think, if there was no brother's heartfelt persuasion, I am afraid that I would not be living and studying in this beautiful campus now, but living a life facing the yellow soil.

Time passes quickly, and in the blink of an eye, my brother has become a husband. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. But the fact is just the opposite, brother not only more concerned about my learning, but also often encourage me. Last winter, I had to walk for a long time because I was too late to go home and there was no car. When my brother found out, he went to pick me up several times in the wind and rain. Once, I took a shortcut, and brother forked out, causing brother in the cold wind in the case of stand for a long time, but brother did not complain a word.

This summer, my brother and dad in order to me and my brother's thousands of dollars in tuition fees, every day from morning to night, driving a motorized tricycle to Xiuwu to pull cement. They can't afford to eat in the restaurant, every time is empty stomach, insist on going home to eat stone because the day is too hot, every time they come back clothes are wet. When the stars hung in the sky, they drove the car, dragging the tired body back home. I was heartbroken and ashamed to see them working all day and all night. When I got the tuition fee, my heart was flowing with blood and tears, because it was hard-earned money dipped in strong feelings.

I truly realized what it means to be an elder brother like a father. I remember everything my brother has done for me, and I want to repay my brother with my best performance and my best grades.