No matter in school or in society, many people have written compositions. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that they can understand to a developed, standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is the composition of my brave brother collected for you. Welcome to share.
Brave Brothers Composition 1 My two brothers, Jian Peijun and Zhuang Zhuang, have fought many times and suffered many injuries, but I found a strange thing: they were crying when they were injured in the fight; But when you fall or fall, no matter how much blood you shed or how badly you are hurt, you won't shed a tear.
Today, my aunt and Zhuang Zhuang are going to Wudongshan to pay a New Year call. My uncle had to drive a taxi and had no time to take care of himself, so he was sent to our home. In the afternoon, Jianjian and I started to keep a diary. Jianjian wrote a topic and couldn't think of it. He sat in his chair doing nothing, biting his pen and rocking his chair. Slowly, he put down his pen, but the chair was still shaking like a "tumbler". But the "tumbler" immediately became a "roll". I heard a bang, and my brother fell down with the chair. My brother's right eye hit the corner of the table and his right eyelid was cut. Blood keeps flowing from the wound, like a river burst its banks. I was shocked and called my mother to stop the bleeding. Jianjian didn't cry, just lay quietly without saying a word. ...
At this time, my right eyelid seems to have a pain. I thought to myself silently: If I get hurt, I will cry and shout. He must be in pain! Fortunately, I missed my eye, or I wouldn't dare to think about it.
After Jianjian came back from the hospital, he said he had four stitches. I asked him, "Are you better?" He replied, "much better." "That's good!"
I finally understand that they fight and cry, not because of pain, but because they feel wronged. I have two younger brothers and two brave younger brothers, and suddenly I have a strong sense of pride.
My brother is brave, and he loves being called a hero. Therefore, he also suffered a lot.
Once, my brother praised himself in front of me. I immediately got bored and said, "Don't call me a hero here, but you can beat strong black stray dogs in the street and kill people!" " ""go ahead, who is afraid of who, but you will be dumbfounded, hum! " My brother said brazenly, ready to go. After a while, my brother came back. I saw him with a long stick in his hand and a short stick around his waist. "I'll go," he said. "I don't trust, and ran away together. There was a fierce battle between the two sides when I arrived, but my brother was obviously at the bottom. 1998 After a fierce battle, the big dog ran away. I didn't think it was that simple, so I quickly prepared a long, thick and strong stick as a rescue force.
Sure enough, as I expected, the big dog brought a lot of his men down to "revenge". Now, my brother can't stop it. I quickly jumped out and shouted, "Brother, I'll do it." As soon as my brother saw it was me, he jumped out of the encirclement and I jumped in. As soon as I entered the encirclement, I used my unique skill-hitting a large area with a stick and sweeping down all the dogs. When they got up, we had already run away.
From then on, my brother stopped calling himself a hero and ran away at the sight of a dog. What a dog-free brother.
Brave Brother Composition 3 I have a younger brother with a oval face, short hair, a small mouth and round eyes.
One day, my brother came to my house. I didn't know at first. When I came home from school, I shouted, "Sister, you are back!" " "I was shocked. I was overjoyed and said, "Why are you here?" My brother told me, "I just arrived!" "At this moment, my brother said," Sister, let's play games! " ""good! "I answered happily." Let's go out and play 123 Woodenhead! I'll count. You can play dumb, okay? "I asked." One, two, three, Woodenhead "At this moment, my brother accidentally tripped over a stone, and I was startled and panicked. I quickly picked him up and asked him what was wrong. The younger brother replied, "nothing, just a little skin." I am a villain, I don't hurt! " "I suddenly feel that my brother has grown up and the stone in my heart has fallen to the ground.
When he got home, he sat happily on the sofa. I asked, "Does your leg still hurt?" He answered me: "It doesn't hurt, sister, don't worry." After listening to his words, I said to myself: It's okay, he's fine.
Now you know how brave my brother is!
My brother is very lively and brave, and I like him very much. That time, my brother was going to get vaccinated. I think I really went to see the scene. Go and see how the five-year-old boy, who is called a man, gets an injection.
Along the way, my brother has been pulling my mother's sleeve. I gloated and said, "Haha, bro, you are scared!" " "The younger brother replied," I'm not afraid, I'm afraid I won't cry! " "When I first arrived at the hospital, I saw my neighbor Uncle Ding pulling Xiaoding out. Xiaoding's eyes are red, and it looks as if she has cried. Before I got to the injection room, I heard children crying one after another, big, small, faint and crisp. ...
When I entered the injection room, I saw many children hiding in my mother's arms.
Cry. These children are six or seven years old and the youngest is only a few months. Finally, it's almost my younger brother, still the same, clutching my mother's sleeve. Brother really won't cry? With this question, I sit tight. Brother slowly smoothed his sleeves, closed his eyes and put his head into his mother's arms! The needle approached slowly and reached the back of my brother's hand. At that moment, my brother gritted his teeth until the needle * * *. My brother really didn't cry. He slowly pulled down his sleeve and said, "It doesn't hurt!" " "People around me praised my brother for his bravery.
Since that incident, I like my brother more and more because he is brave.
My brother is one and a half years younger than me, with dark skin and a little taller than me. In fact, he is not only taller than me, but also braver than me. He is very brave, and his mother often praises him as a little man. Why is he brave? Let me tell you something.
One day, my mother went out and my brother and I were doing our homework at home. Suddenly a little bee flew in from the balcony and into my room. It flew around the room and finally stopped on my textbook. I got a fright and screamed at once. I'm afraid it will fly to me and bite me. I froze, only dare to scream and dare not move, tears are about to fall. What if mom is not at home? Somebody help me. Just when I wanted to cry, my brother came over and said firmly to me, "Sister, don't be afraid. I'll help you drive the bees away. " As he spoke, he picked up a book and fanned hard to blow the bees away. However, once, twice, three times ... the little bee just wouldn't leave, as if it were deliberately against her brother. I'm afraid of bee bites, so I dare not move. My brother is not afraid at all. He continued to fan, and finally changed to a bigger fan. The little bee finally flew. I was afraid it would fly to me, so I quickly hid behind my brother. My brother was so tired that he kept fanning and finally blew the bee away from the window.
I breathed a long sigh of relief and scared me to death. Luckily, my brother is at home. I am very grateful to him. He is so brave, I admire him very much! This is my brave brother.
My little brother is going to get vaccinated. I really want to see the scene and see if this 4-year-old boy called a man will cry.
Along the way, my brother cheered himself up: "I'm not afraid. The injection doesn't hurt, and I don't cry if it hurts. "
Before I got to the injection room, I heard the child crying one after another: big, weak, thick, thin, hoarse and crisp, and "wow". When I entered the room, I saw children, big and small, seven or eight years old to several months old, crying in different ways: rubbing their eyes, closing their eyes and opening their mouths, sniffling ... I secretly took a look at my brother, who was clutching his mother's cuff, looking around with big eyes and his mouth slightly curled, but unwilling to cry.
"Brother, are you sure you don't cry?" I made fun of him on purpose.
"Stop crying!" My brother answered me categorically.
It's my brother's turn to get an injection. The younger brother strode forward with his mouth clenched, pushed up his sleeve and bravely turned away. At the moment when the needle was stuck in his arm, his brother got a tingle and walked away stubbornly until the nurse and aunt pulled out the needle nimbly. People around me praised my brother for being sensible and brave. My brother casually put down his sleeves and strode out of the injection room proudly. As soon as he came out, he looked around and found that no one put his hand over his arm and whispered, "It hurts!" " "Hey, my little brother, only four years old, is quite proud!
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