What kind of experience is it to have a lovely brother?
When I was in kindergarten, I always fought with my lovely brother. My brother can't beat me, but he always cries, which attracts my parents. It is inevitable that I will get a good beating. Later, I learned to be smart. I cried first when I fought with my brother. My brother was shocked when I cried. As a result, my parents were too busy to come, so I waited for a long time before I stopped crying. They finished their work before lunch, came over without asking anything and hit me as usual.
My lovely brother and I like watching cartoons since childhood, especially windmills. The scenery here is really beautiful, the sky is beautiful, the land is beautiful, and we have happy friends ... then we learn the performances in cartoons, starting with Doraemon; Then give it to the black cat sheriff; To shuk beta, I'm shuk, and he's ... not a beta, but a helicopter he was riding.
Later, my lovely brother also went to kindergarten. When he comes home, he always performs lessons with us, usually singing. I remember what he sang: the sunshine in Henan shines on us, and Americans smile. I asked my brother: Why do Americans laugh? The younger brother said, because, ah ... Grandpa remembered his mother's words, and his tears sparkled with him. ...
My brother and I have been influenced by the world of Golden Martial Arts since childhood. Since primary school, we have been determined to become martial arts experts, so we have been making appointments with our neighbors. The result is that because of the disparity between the enemy and me, they often run away when they lose. Because I run faster every time, my brother is always attacked from behind and comes back crying every time.
I coaxed him into saying that the reason why I run fast is because I have practiced Lingbo micro-steps. As a result, my brother believed it, and then began to practice his unique skills. Later, at the junior high school sports meeting, my brother won the first place in running. His acceptance speech was: Thanks to my brother for teaching me to limp. Isn't my brother cute?
Having a lovely younger brother means that one more person grabs delicious food. When I was a child, I liked shrimp best, and my brother often competed with me to eat it. We can't always solve it by force. So I played a little trick and told him: you can't eat more shrimp, or you won't grow tall. You see, you are shorter than me now because you eat too much shrimp. Later, my brother really stopped eating shrimp because he grew taller and taller.
My brother is very important to me. He is so cute that I want to grow up with him.