2. Poetry mainly talks about the expressions and actions of a brother and sister. After the sun came out, my little brother and sister played in the square. small
My brother is very naughty and cute. He reminded my sister to slip and fell when she stepped on the water. He said a lot of bad things, but he was still happy. Little sister was timid, and she wanted to fall, but she followed her brother closely, biting her lip, carrying a skirt and running carefully, from which she wrote her sister's bravery school.
I like this poem because I am deeply impressed by my little brother's naughty cuteness and my little sister's caution.
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