A touching story between my brother and me.

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In the year when he was born, family planning was strictly enforced, and people who gave birth to a second child in the village either hid in other places or were fined. Only he, the second child born aboveboard, is not strong at home, but because of his brother, who was born with congenital brain disease, that is, mental retardation as the saying goes.

1

Mother raised the small bamboo pole in her hand and said to her brother, never touch him, remember? His parents even forbade him to enter their room for fear that he would hurt his brother. Even if he eats, he is allowed to eat alone in his cabin. He often squats in front of his parents' house and looks out of the room. Seeing my brother makes my mouth water with laughter.

In fact, when he was very young, he was deeply loved, but when children of the same age had learned to talk and walk, his eyes glazed over and he couldn't say a word. After checking that it was a brain disease, grandparents vented their grievances on their mother, who imposed them on him and was often beaten for a little thing.

Sometimes, the mother holds her brother in the sun in the yard. He approached cautiously, excited to touch his brother's face. His mother pulled his brother aside like a plague and shouted at him. Don't touch his brother. Do you want to infect his brother?

On one occasion, while his parents were away, he looked at menstruation's younger brother from a distance, still laughing and drooling. Aunt felt sour in her heart, waved to him and said, come, touch my brother's hand. But he quickly dodged, lisped and said intermittently, don't ... don't touch, spread ... infection. ...

Aunt cried that day. He stretched out his hand to wipe tears for his aunt and was still laughing.

2

My brother has grown up slowly and has learned to babble. Several times, my brother staggered out his arms to him. He is so excited that his mother always rushes to take him away.

Looking at other children with popsicles in their hands, he licked his lips and felt hot and thirsty. The children said, if you crawl on the ground like a dog, I'll give you the popsicle. He learned, but instead of giving him popsicles, they laughed their heads off.

Always slow to move, he suddenly got up from the ground and made a sudden snatch like crazy, which shocked the children. He ran home with a popsicle high and low, and the popsicle kept melting all the way. When he ran home, only a little pity was left. My brother is playing in the yard. When his mother wasn't looking, he held the popsicle up to his younger brother and said, Eat, eat, eat.

Mother only watched him draw a picture for his brother with a small stick, so she rushed over and pushed him away. He fell to the ground, and the only remaining popsicle pole fell to the ground. He looked at it for a while and cried with a wow.

My brother learned to call people, but no one ever taught him to call him brother. How he wishes he could be called a brother by his younger brother like all his older brothers. For this reason, whenever my brother plays in the yard, he will shout, Brother, brother, three meters away. He wants his younger brother to hear and learn to call him brother. One day, he continued to call brother, brother, when his mother called him and played. At this time, my brother suddenly looked up at him and even called out to his brother clearly.

He had never been so excited. He clapped his hands and jumped up. Suddenly, he ran over and hugged his brother hard. Tears and saliva flowed to his brother together.

three

He was called "idiot brother" since he was a child, and he hated it. So he looked at his brother who had been smirking at him, and his heart was full of disgust. Fighting with others because of the name "idiot brother" again. He was crushed by that classmate, and suddenly the other person's body left him lightly. It was his brother. He has never seen his brother lift the boy with such great strength and fall to the ground. The boy immediately rolled on the ground and shouted pain. He is scared and in trouble, and his father will definitely hit him. At that moment, he hated his mother. Why did he give birth to a fool as his brother? He gave his brother a hard push and shouted angrily, Who told you to mind your own business, you idiot? My brother was pushed against a tree and looked at him stupidly.

That day, his father made him and his brother kneel side by side on the ground. When the bamboo pole fell mercilessly, his brother lay on him. Trembling with pain, he said, hit, hit me.

A few days later, relatives in the city brought candy that they had never seen before. His mother gave him eight pieces and left three pieces for his brother. This is not the first time. He accepted it naturally. The next morning, my brother knocked on the glass outside the window and smirked at him. He reached out on tiptoe with two pieces of candy in his dirty palm. He paused and made no answer. By the time my brother reached out again, it had turned into three pieces of candy. That's my brother's only three sweets, he said vaguely. Eat, my brother will eat.

I don't know why, but this time he suddenly didn't want it. My brother was so anxious that he stamped his foot and couldn't speak. He just peeled off the candy paper and stuffed it in his mouth.

When he was eating sugar, he clearly saw the tears in his brother's eyes.

On the day I got the college admission notice, my parents were so happy that my brother jumped and jumped with joy. In fact, my brother doesn't know what a university is, but he knows that he had a quarrel with his family. Nobody calls him a fool now, but "Wang Jun is his brother".

The night before he left home, my brother still refused to enter his house, just gave him a flower bag outside the window. He opened it and found some new clothes. My aunt made it for two brothers a few years ago, or it was sent by the city's menstruation.

It turns out that my brother has never worn new clothes for so many years. However, he and his parents never noticed. Only then did he find that his brother's clothes were worn out and his trousers were so short that he looked like a clown. His nose is a little sour. For so many years, what did he give his younger brother except the disgust in childhood and the neglect when he grew up?

My brother is still a smirk many years ago, but his eyes are a little more expecting. He knows what this expectation is. Although my brother doesn't know that he has grown taller, he doesn't know that the style of clothes is too old to wear. But he pretended to accept the clothes and measured them happily. He asked, Brother, is it nice? My brother nodded very hard and opened his mouth wide when he smiled.

He wrote two words on the paper, "Brother". He pointed to the word "brother" and said to his younger brother, this word is pronounced "brother", and he pointed to the word "brother". This word says "brother", and my brother is me. "Brother" means having a brother first, then a younger brother. Without you, there is no me.

He taught me repeatedly that day, and my brother insisted on pronouncing those two words as "brother", but he kept saying them intermittently but firmly, brother, brother. He cried when he walked out of his brother's door. His brother told him that in his heart, his brother will always come first. No brother, no brother.

For a rural child, college life is particularly exciting, and he almost forgot that he has a brother with brain disease.

When his mother called him at the post office, his brother went with him. Mom said a lot. Finally, mom said, tell your brother, too. After my brother answered the phone, there was no sound for a long time. My mother took it and said, I hung up. Your brother cried. He painted on his chest, which means he missed you.

He wants his mother to give his brother the phone again. He wants to tell his younger brother that when he comes back, he will teach him to write and bring him candy and snacks that are only available in the city. However, he started to answer, so he hung up. Because he saw the curious eyes of his classmates in the dormitory, he didn't want them to know that he had a silly brother.

In the summer vacation, he bought candy and snacks. On the way, he stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth. Suddenly, he remembered the candy that his brother forced into his mouth when he was a child. His throat is tight and the candy is in his mouth, which is slightly bitter.

For the first time, when he got home, he looked for his brother and shouted all over the yard, brother, brother, I'm back. Look what I brought you. However, he never found the brother who only giggled at him, the brother who was still wearing suspenders in his late thirties. His father told him with tears in his eyes that a month ago, your brother went into the river to save the drowning children, and he couldn't swim himself. When he pushed the child up, he couldn't get up ... The father squatted on the ground and cried and said, we owe that child too much!

He sat alone by the river, and his memory of his brother was sometimes clear and sometimes vague. He took the paper out of his pocket and wrote "Brother" on it. This is his word. Here are two crooked and illegible words. Only he can see that this is written by his brother.

What touching stories have happened between myself and my brothers?

During the Chinese New Year. My parents said they wanted to buy clothes. But there was not much money, and then my brother didn't ask for clothes. Then I have been collecting garbage to make money, in order to buy myself a new book.

Third, an essay entitled "The Story of My Brother and I"

My brother and I have been best friends since childhood, playing and studying together, and there has never been any contradiction. But once my brother and I had a huge friction.

That day, I took my students (I usually teach some children in kindergarten when I am free) to buy candy bars. As soon as I arrived at my brother's door, I heard a familiar voice calling my nickname (I usually hate being called my nickname). I looked back: the person who called me by my nickname was actually my brother! I was angry and turned away.

Two days later, my brother came to see me. I thought to myself, well, it's no use apologizing to me. I want to break up with you! Thought of here, I don't know why I feel a strange sadness. My brother said, "Sister, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't call you by your nickname. I hope you can forgive me. " "Who told you to call me by my nickname? I won't forgive you!" When I said this, my eyes suddenly filled with tears. I won't let anyone see my vulnerability. So, I fought back my tears and pushed my brother out of the door.

Later, my brother came several times in a row, but I still didn't forgive him. Finally, my brother gave up the opportunity to beg my forgiveness and never came again. After a few days, my mood calmed down. I'm beginning to wonder if this is correct: should I say this about my brother? After all, he has apologized to me several times. Am I too impulsive? Should I apologize to him? But how can I talk to him? I think about it in class, after class, on my way to school, on my way to school and before going to bed. Although this has disrupted my life, I think it is worthwhile, because I finally came up with a good way to kill two birds with one stone. This method can not only resolve the contradiction between my brother and me, but also save my face. I led my little sister to knock on my brother's door, and my brother was shocked when he saw me. I pretended as if nothing had happened and said, "Brother, Xiaoyou is coming to play with Jingjing. Call Jingjing out quickly! " My brother came to his senses and immediately called Jingjing out. They play and we watch. In this way, the contradiction between my brother and me was resolved.

At that time, I thought: I want to have a broad mind like my brother in the future. Just like a poet said: endure a calm moment and take a step back.

Fourth, ask for a touching story, the theme is the feelings between brothers.

In the year when he was born, family planning was strictly enforced, and people who gave birth to a second child in the village either hid in other places or were fined. Only he, the second child born aboveboard, is not strong at home, but because of his brother, who was born with congenital brain disease, that is, mental retardation as the saying goes.

1

Mother raised the small bamboo pole in her hand and said to her brother, never touch him, remember? His parents even forbade him to enter their room for fear that he would hurt his brother. Even if he eats, he is allowed to eat alone in his cabin. He often squats in front of his parents' house and looks out of the room. Seeing my brother makes my mouth water with laughter.

In fact, when he was very young, he was deeply loved, but when children of the same age had learned to talk and walk, his eyes glazed over and he couldn't say a word. After checking that it was a brain disease, grandparents vented their grievances on their mother, who imposed them on him and was often beaten for a little thing.

Sometimes, the mother holds her brother in the sun in the yard. He approached cautiously, excited to touch his brother's face. His mother pulled his brother aside like a plague and shouted at him. Don't touch his brother. Do you want to infect his brother?

On one occasion, while his parents were away, he looked at menstruation's younger brother from a distance, still laughing and drooling. Aunt felt sour in her heart, waved to him and said, come, touch my brother's hand. But he quickly dodged, lisped and said intermittently, don't ... don't touch, spread ... infection. ...

Aunt cried that day. He stretched out his hand to wipe tears for his aunt and was still laughing.

2

My brother has grown up slowly and has learned to babble. Several times, my brother staggered out his arms to him. He is so excited that his mother always rushes to take him away.

Looking at other children with popsicles in their hands, he licked his lips and felt hot and thirsty. The children said, if you crawl on the ground like a dog, I'll give you the popsicle. He learned, but instead of giving him popsicles, they laughed their heads off.

Always slow to move, he suddenly got up from the ground and made a sudden snatch like crazy, which shocked the children. He ran home with a popsicle high and low, and the popsicle kept melting all the way. When he ran home, only a little pity was left. My brother is playing in the yard. When his mother wasn't looking, he held the popsicle up to his younger brother and said, Eat, eat, eat.

Mother only watched him draw a picture for his brother with a small stick, so she rushed over and pushed him away. He fell to the ground, and the only remaining popsicle pole fell to the ground. He looked at it for a while and cried with a wow.

My brother learned to call people, but no one ever taught him to call him brother. How he wishes he could be called a brother by his younger brother like all his older brothers. For this reason, whenever my brother plays in the yard, he will shout, Brother, brother, three meters away. He wants his younger brother to hear and learn to call him brother. One day, he continued to call brother, brother, when his mother called him and played. At this time, my brother suddenly looked up at him and even called out to his brother clearly.

He had never been so excited. He clapped his hands and jumped up. Suddenly, he ran over and hugged his brother hard. Tears and saliva flowed to his brother together.

three

He was called "idiot brother" since he was a child, and he hated it. So he looked at his brother who had been smirking at him, and his heart was full of disgust.

Once he got into a fight with someone because of the name "idiot brother". He was pinned down by that classmate, and suddenly the other person's body left him lightly. He was his brother.

He has never seen his brother lift the boy with such great strength and fall to the ground. The boy immediately rolled on the ground and shouted pain. He is scared and in trouble, and his father will definitely hit him. At that moment, he hated his mother. Why did he give birth to a fool as his brother? He gave his brother a hard push and shouted angrily, Who told you to mind your own business, you idiot? My brother was pushed against a tree and looked at him stupidly.

That day, his father made him and his brother kneel side by side on the ground. When the bamboo pole fell mercilessly, his brother lay on him. Trembling with pain, he said, hit, hit me.

A few days later, relatives in the city brought candy that they had never seen before. His mother gave him eight pieces and left three pieces for his brother. This is not the first time. He accepted it naturally. The next morning, my brother knocked on the glass outside the window and smirked at him. He reached out on tiptoe with two pieces of candy in his dirty palm. He paused and made no answer. By the time my brother reached out again, it had turned into three pieces of candy. That's my brother's only three sweets, he said vaguely. Eat, my brother will eat.

I don't know why, but this time he suddenly didn't want it. My brother was so anxious that he stamped his foot and couldn't speak. He just peeled off the candy paper and stuffed it in his mouth.

When he was eating sugar, he clearly saw the tears in his brother's eyes.

four

On the day I got the college admission notice, my parents were so happy that my brother jumped and jumped with joy. In fact, my brother doesn't know what a university is, but he knows that he had a quarrel with his family. Nobody calls him a fool now, but "Wang Jun is his brother".

The night before he left home, my brother still refused to enter his house, just gave him a flower bag outside the window. He opened it and found some new clothes. My aunt made it for two brothers a few years ago, or it was sent by the city during her period.

It turns out that my brother has never worn new clothes for so many years. However, he and his parents never noticed. Only then did he find that his brother's clothes were worn out and his trousers were so short that he looked like a clown. His nose is a little sour. For so many years, what did he give his younger brother except the disgust in childhood and the neglect when he grew up?

My brother is still a smirk many years ago, but his eyes are a little more expecting. He knows what this expectation is. Although my brother doesn't know that he has grown taller, he doesn't know that the style of clothes is too old to wear. But he pretended to accept the clothes and measured them happily. He asked, Brother, is it nice? My brother nodded very hard and opened his mouth wide when he smiled.

He wrote two words on the paper, "Brother". He pointed to the word "brother" and said to his younger brother, this word is pronounced "brother", and he pointed to the word "brother". This word says "brother", and my brother is me. "Brother" means having a brother first, then a younger brother. Without you, there is no me.

He taught me repeatedly that day, and my brother insisted on pronouncing those two words as "brother", but he kept saying them intermittently but firmly, brother, brother. He cried when he walked out of his brother's door. His brother told him that in his heart, his brother will always come first. No brother, no brother.

five

For a rural child, college life is particularly exciting, and he almost forgot that he has a brother who suffers from encephalopathy.

When his mother called him at the post office, his brother went with him. Mom said a lot. Finally, mom said, tell your brother, too. After my brother answered the phone, there was no sound for a long time. My mother took it and said, I hung up. Your brother cried. He painted on his chest, which means he missed you.

He wants his mother to give his brother the phone again. He wants to tell his younger brother that when he comes back, he will teach him to write and bring him candy and snacks that are only available in the city. However, he started to answer, so he hung up. Because he saw the curious eyes of his classmates in the dormitory, he didn't want them to know that he had a silly brother.

In the summer vacation, he bought candy and snacks. On the way, he stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth. Suddenly, he remembered the candy that his brother forced into his mouth when he was a child. His throat is tight and the candy is in his mouth, which is slightly bitter.

For the first time, when he got home, he looked for his brother and shouted all over the yard, brother, brother, I'm back. Look what I brought you. However, he never found the brother who only giggled at him, the brother who was still wearing suspenders in his late thirties. His father told him with tears in his eyes that a month ago, your brother went into the river to save the drowning children, and he couldn't swim himself. When he pushed the child up, he couldn't get up ... The father squatted on the ground and cried and said, we owe that child too much!

He sat alone by the river, and his memory of his brother was sometimes clear and sometimes vague. He took the paper out of his pocket and wrote "Brother" on it. This is his word. Here are two crooked and illegible words. Only he can see that this is written by his brother.

Writing about my brother is a story between me and my brother. What do you want?

My brother

My brother lives in the countryside. His eyes are black and bright, his mouth is big, he can talk and answer, and he always likes to play while answering outside, so his face is black like a "black charcoal". He is greedy, too.

He steals food from me every time he eats. I remember once, I had dinner with him. I just took a bite of potatoes, and he has already eaten two potatoes. He finished his rice and vegetables before I took a bite of rice. Although he is not tall, he is an authentic "big stomach king". I often call him "Pig Bajie".

Let's say this National Day, we went to my grandmother's house and bought many dishes, including my favorite popcorn. I was so excited that I knocked on the table with chopsticks and said loudly, "I want to eat, I want to eat." My mouth was watering, and soon my grandmother brought out all the dishes. I immediately began to pick up popcorn with chopsticks. At this time, my brother flew down from upstairs like a hungry tiger, grabbed my popcorn at once, wolfed it down, and then muttered, "Yummy, yummy!" " I stamped my foot angrily. "Mom, he ate all my popcorn." Before the words fell to the ground, he jumped over and moved the whole plate of popcorn to him, shoveling it into his mouth. I stared at my brother with angry eyes and said, "hate, pig, greedy ghost." "My brother smiled and said," who told you to have a small mouth! "

This is my greedy brother. Although my brother is greedy, he always protects me and plays with me. I am very happy.

Six brothers and six sisters, give some touching stories. (Urgent ...)

a jar of jam

Editor: Edgar bledsoe Rong Suli

As long as a person has the strength to help others, he is rich.

I remember that I lost my job one year. Before that, my father's factory closed down. Our family only lives on the income from my mother making clothes for others.

Once my mother was ill for several weeks and couldn't work. Because there was no money to pay the electricity bill, the electricity at home was cut off by the power company, and then the gas company stopped. Finally, if the health department didn't stop the water supply company for public health reasons, there would be no water in my house. The pantry at home is empty. Fortunately, my family has a small vegetable garden, so I have to cook with firewood in the backyard to satisfy my hunger.

One day, my sister came home from school and said excitedly, "Tomorrow we will take something to school and donate it to the poor to help them tide over the difficulties." Mother was about to blurt out, "I didn't know there were people poorer than us!" " "Grandma lived with us at that time. She quickly grabbed her mother's arm and frowned, signaling her not to say so.

"Eve," grandma said, "if you let your child think that he is a poor man from an early age, then she will be a poor man all her life. She will always wait for help from others. How can such a person cheer up and become a' rich man'? Don't we have a jar of homemade jam? Let her have it. A person is rich as long as he has the strength to help others. " Grandma found a piece of soft paper and a pink ribbon from nowhere and carefully wrapped the last jar of jam in my house. The next day, my sister happily and proudly took the gift to help the "poor".

To this day, my sister, who owns three hotels, still remembers the jar of jam. No matter in the company or in the community, whenever someone needs help, my sister always thinks she should be the "jam delivery person". ▲

Global Times (22nd edition, February 07, 2005)

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A father is very worried about his children. Because his son is fifteen years old, but he has no masculinity at all. So, the father went to visit a Zen master and asked him to train his children.

Three months later, the father came to pick up the children. The Zen master arranged for the children to compete with the karate coach to show the training results of the past three months.

No sooner had the coach moved than the child fell. He stood up and continued to meet the challenge, but was immediately knocked down. He stood up again ... so back and forth a *** 16 times.

The Zen master asked his father, "Do you think your child's performance is manly enough?"

Father said, "I'm so ashamed!" " Unexpectedly, I sent him here for training for three months, and as a result, he was beaten without being beaten. "

The Zen master said, "It's a pity that you only see the superficial victory or defeat." Have you seen your son's courage and perseverance to stand up immediately after he fell? This is real manhood! "

As long as you stand up more times than you fall down, that is success!

The story of seven brothers quarreling with their younger brothers and finally being moved by their younger brothers.

Brother and brother are in conflict, and they are right and moved, because brother is too good to brother.

The touching story of my brother and me, about 300 words.

Laziness is not good. Let me give you an idea, that is, my brother will help you study in this way and make up for it himself. For example, my brother will help you with your lessons when he has a bad cold. Learn to sum up your own writing experience from the details of your life (whether it's your own or someone else's life experience, you can rename it your own)

The story of my brother and me, 800 words.

My brother is a very attractive brother. When he was in junior high school and senior high school, many girls chased him, especially the striking female classmates in the class, so my brother always took his girlfriend home to play, and I also met many beautiful women.

He is never worse than anyone when he is playful. Although I didn't go to college, my grades were not bad. He taught me all my homework. My brother is ugly. That's because I was on a train when I was a child, and I was scarred by accidents and explosions. Actually, my mother had it, too, but it was nothing serious. I have recovered. My brother is the most unlucky, his face is covered with it. I was lucky to be in my mother's belly, and there was no trace of injury. Hehe, but what's wrong? Every time I peek at a dozen people who write love letters to my brother, he only puts them in the drawer. The most naughty one, I always like to turn them over. Once, I rummaged through my brother's drawer and found a letter in it. The letter said that she had been chasing her brother for four years, but he still refused to accept it. Later, my brother and the lesbian learned well, and I found that the sister was beautiful, with a good figure and good skin. Her height was still 1 m 72, and her family conditions were good. Why didn't my brother accept her then? When shopping with my sister, you can see that many people's eyes are turned to my sister. I decided to make this sister my sister-in-law. Now, my brother and another sister are both fine. I don't like this girl, but I like the girl who has been chasing my brother for four years, but this girl was introduced by my mother.

Until now, half a year later, I still miss my sister and want her back, but it's not my marriage. What's the use? hey

My brother occasionally mentions my sister and shows me her photos. Now she is actually a car model. It's hard to imagine that a girl with such a good temperament would like my brother, which shows how charming he is, hehe! !

That's because my brother has many advantages. He studies hard and gets excellent grades.