I want to be the brother of the police
I have a lovely brother, he has a pair of big black and bright eyes, a small mouth that can talk, a red cheek, and the most sensitive little ear.
But he wanted the police very much. He carries an electric toy submachine gun every day. Even if he sleeps at night, he must also hold it. Our family can't touch his electric toy submachine gun.
In order not to let my brother cry, our family had to say: 'you are a policeman. 'he's like a rooster, whoo hellip; & hellip;, whoo hellip; & hellip;, whoo hellip; & hellip;, who keeps shouting. Every day he says he's a policeman. My brother is more nagging than my mother. Every day he'll open his eyes to me and shout:' you're a big bad guy. I'm going to shoot you. You need to know that the policeman is a good man. 'I whispered listlessly:' this is a good cop! Indiscriminate killing. 'at this time, his sensitive little ears moved and shouted to me:' nonsense, the police are the best good people in the world. "Good, good. '
This is my brother who wants to be a policeman.
Part two: my brother cried, Ge Ping, grade two
This evening, when I was reading in my brother's room, I heard him cry very sad. I don't understand why, because my younger brother has always been a clever child who doesn't like crying, but today he cried for the first time, and cried so sadly. If you want me to use a word to describe it, it's -- tear the heart and tear the lung! I went to tell aunt about it. Aunt came back to the room, took out the thermometer and measured it. Ah! 38。 5！ My brother has a fever!
I wanted to call my mother in Beijing, but my aunt stopped me. She said: 'your mother often worries about you now. Her hair has turned white for several times. Don't let her worry about her brother any more! 'I thought about it, and I was right. I think back to my mother when she was young and beautiful, and now do contrast. Indeed, my mother has been worried about my sister's study recently, always frowning. I must study hard in the future and don't let my mother worry!
Chapter 3: I teach my brother to write class 4, Wu Yanzhu
I have a brother. He is five years old.
During the summer vacation, one day, I was doing my homework. My brother is a mischievous man, always making trouble. In order to keep my brother quiet, I came up with a clever idea to teach him to write with a pen, notebook and eraser. The younger brother said: 'elder sister, I can't write yet. Teach me. 'so I thought, let my brother write a simple number' 1 '.
In this way, I first taught my brother how to hold the pen, 'put your thumb in the middle of the pen, yes, bend your index finger a little. "With my encouragement, my brother held the pen in a similar posture. Soon, my brother wrote along. 'it's very well written. Come on. 'I encouraged my brother to keep writing, writing 10' 1 'words in a row.
By the end of summer vacation, my brother had learned to write numbers of 1-5. My grandma and grandpa encouraged me to teach my brother seriously, and my mom and dad praised me. I am so happy!
Chapter four: my brother plays a prank on Zheng Tianhao again
The younger brother promised not to play any more pranks, but within a few days he began to play pranks again, which was really unrepentant. His first prank was our neighbor's kid.
One day, the neighbor's child was stacking soil on the land. While stacking soil, he immediately poured a bucket of sand directly onto the neighbor's child's head. The child who led the family cried loudly, and his eyes narrowed a lot of sand. I quickly sent the child to his parents to deal with it. After I led the younger brother to the home, I asked him: 'go to the other's child What do you do with the sand on your head? 'I asked,' I just want to make fun of him. 'said the younger brother.
I was very angry and beat him up! I asked him if he would dare to play tricks again?
He said he didn't dare.
Part five: my brother
I have a little brother who is only two years old this year. He is naughty and cute. He has big black and bright eyes. He is white and fat. As soon as he laughed, he narrowed his eyes, covered his mouth with his chubby little hand, and giggled incessantly, which was very cute. The little brother is very clever. One morning, while I was typing, my little brother found out that he had been watching for a long time with his head askew. Maybe he thought it was fun to knock with his hands. So, while I was not paying attention, I ran over quietly and pressed on the keyboard with my hand. The symbols on the screen even aroused his interest. He simply pressed them all at once. By the time I found out, he had finished. I have to delete it little by little. Later, he came to press the keyboard every day. However, when the computer is turned off, you can never see his shadow. Only when the computer is turned on, he can play. I have no choice but to play with him.
The younger brother is very naughty. As long as he opens his eyes every day, he will keep moving. Taking care of his grandmother tired of back pain, he was still proud to jump.
I love my little brother.
My brother Ma Haoran
I have a lively and lovely little brother. He is four and a half years old. He has a round head, big eyes, a low nose, a small mouth, but he can speak very well. His face is fat, pink, white and red, like a red apple.
My brother is very smart. He likes me to work out math problems for him. His little head comes up with the answers as soon as he thinks about them. He also likes playing chess, watching TV and listening to stories.
His personality is very strong, sometimes very exposed, once he was eating while watching TV, his mother criticized him, he cried and cried and lost his temper, but also threw things, I told him the truth, he understood.
My brother is naughty and lovely. He also brings a lot of happiness to our family.
I want to tell you, brother
Naughty is the nature of every child. It's often said that the more naughty your child is, the wiser he is.
Your naughtiness does sometimes bring laughter to our family. But when people ask you, I can't laugh or cry. Every day, you make 'dogs and chickens restless' at home. What your neighbors hear every day is not the scream of your startling, weeping super treble, or your low octave cry.
Well, now my mother goes to work and my father goes to work. My house is like a tsunami. It's a mess: my favorite oil painting stick is scattered on the balcony; there's a bubble of shit and a bubble of urine on the floor of the living room. When I walk into the living room, I have to jump like a rabbit; what makes me laugh and cry is that the dog at home becomes your toy, which is painted with a watercolor pen; what's worse is that the bowl in the kitchen suddenly becomes a fragment & hel Lip & hellip; once in a while, you naughty devil will be a big painter. You see, when I'm doing my homework in my room, I sneak out my newly bought painting tools, mix paint randomly, use a brush to 'draw a picture' on my face, and then 'freehand brushwork' on the place where the wallpaper is pasted around, and 'paint' on the walls of my room with some colorful and green colors, and even 'smear' on the electronic keyboard in my room. When I finished my homework, I found that every corner of my home had traces of your 'painting'. Eh, something's wrong. Why am I so itchy behind me? When I turned around, it turned out that you had 'painted' a picture of a person not like a person, a pig not like a pig, and a ghost not like a ghost behind my most expensive dress. Now, I'm furious, 'jabber, jabber' scolds you. You've giggled all the time, and said: 'elder sister, I'm beautiful in painting, and there are flowers here. 'I'm going to collapse. If Mom and dad come back from work, I'm not miserable.
Alas, I was thinking about how to tell my parents, but it happened that they left work early and said that I didn't trust you, but when they saw the mess, they arrested me for questioning, but I didn't know how to answer. At this time, you come and tell mom and dad why. Fortunately, you admit your mistake in time, otherwise, I will be miserable!
Younger brother, I want to say to you, although mischievous is your interesting nature, but, too much, become hateful!
I want to tell you, brother
Brother, maybe in my growth record, it also records your growth. Today, I also want to say to you & hellip; & hellip; I feel sad for your laziness. It's fourth grade. You can't take care of your own life. You can't clean your schoolbag. You can't sweep the floor. What's more, you can't tie your shoes. It's fourth grade, 10 years old. You never want to learn these basic life skills. I think, maybe we all love you so much, do everything for you, and don't let you do anything. Your life, apart from learning, is eating and playing, which will make us like doting on you. I'm really afraid that one day, when you become a sensible big boy, will you blame us for the damage caused by our excessive love for you. Sometimes I get angry at your incompetence and laziness. Will beat you to scold you, but, you understand? All the fighting and scolding are based on my hope for you. I don't want to see such a 'genius' brother.
In the evening, the computer broke down, you went out to play, 9:30 -- you didn't go home. 10: You haven't come home yet.
10: Dad rode his motorcycle around the village, looking for all the places you often go, but he didn't find you. My mother is too anxious to sleep. My heart is tightly clenched, because you have never been home so late. I know, mom and dad's heart must be the same as me in the wild: worry about you meet the bad guys. Dad got your teacher's phone number from your schoolbag, dialed it, and dad's gasping, dry voice came out: 'Hello, teacher, Hello, I'm ＊ s parent & hellip; & hellip;' how much dad loves you.
12: I still can't find you, my heart is aching. As if you are going to lose you, and constantly comfort yourself, you are blessed with great life, nothing will happen. Dad never let go of hope and rode to 'arrest' you.
12: 30. You are back at last. Although dad seems very serious and angry, as long as you come back safely, it is more important than anything.
So, brother, you should repay all the people who have loved you and cared about you with your actions! You should grow up quickly and become a sensible man. I want to tell you, brother
The Internet is a universal treasure house. In this treasure house, you can do whatever you want. What kind of shopping, watching movies and contacting others can be done without leaving home. However, if we do not make good use of this resource, it will affect our learning and health. Brother, you're guilty of this problem -- obsession with online games.
Every time I'm at your house, I see you nailed to a computer table every day, staring at the screen, playing for hours. Whenever I advise you at this time, you will be very dismissive. Say you can play all night sometimes. If it wasn't for the parents, you would have been sitting there all the time.
If you play like this, you will have serious consequences. Look, you