Today, I saw my brother post a message in the space dynamics, and there are two pictures behind a piece of text, and the protagonist of the picture is a cup. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There are a few big golden characters engraved on the info cup, I have forgotten which words it is, but it probably means that ********** give a souvenir to the delegates of the Tibet Autonomous Region;

Brother, uncle's son.

I'm proud of my brother, no matter who he is now. There is a kind of death in the bones of my brother, a trait that should be embodied in a soldier. Since my brother joined the army, I have rarely seen him and kept in touch with him. Sometimes I want to contact my brother, but he hardly responds to my messages, and he doesn't know what to say when he calls. So I simply chose to pay attention silently, and over time, we lost touch with each other.

I spent my flowery age with my brother, and I vaguely remember my brother walking around the playground reading a book, and he was wearing a red tracksuit, which I recognized at a glance when I walked down the hill. My brother is extremely serious about reading, and every morning he will recite the text in the "old place", and after a long time, my brother walked out of a bright mark with his footsteps on the playground. I admired his hard work in my heart, and every day he had to climb mountains and mountains for two hours to get to school, and I only needed ten minutes. Every time I walked to school in the sun, my brother was already studying on the playground. At that time, I saw that my brother was so serious, and I was actually under a lot of pressure in my heart, and I believed that my brother would have good grades.

The days I miss the most are the times when I went home with my brother for lunch. My brother was already mature like an adult at that time, and when I got home, my brother and my father talked a lot, and they talked a lot, and I didn't know how to interject when I wanted to, because I felt that my naivety was pure and could not fit into the conversation between my father and my brother. My mother was very good to my brother, and sometimes I was a little jealous, and I couldn't figure out why my mother was so good to my brother. It wasn't until we both grew up, and my brother was so kind to my mother, that I understood the feelings between my aunt and my nephew, and my brother and I never talked about each other, maybe because of the age gap, and I was really afraid of my brother at that time. So our brother's relationship has been in a cold state, I really want to get closer to my brother, and it is my hope to be the best friend with my brother. But there is still a slight gap between the ideal and the reality, after we have lunch, if we don't have homework, we watch TV together, my brother sits on the sofa on the ground, I sit on the edge of the kang, and my brother sits on the chair. When we saw the highlights, we laughed happily, and every time my brother laughed first, I followed my brother's laughter and laughed again to show that I had a common laugh with my brother. But most of the time, my brother always went back to school very early, and my father taught me about this, saying that I didn't learn from my brother, and always set my brother as an example for me, which once made me feel ashamed.

Being able to be classmates with my brother is one of the things that I am happy to do in my life. At least we can spend three years together in one classroom, and we breathe and share the same fate, waiting for the high school entrance examination that will determine the direction of life.

On weekends, I like to go to my uncle's house with my brother. As soon as school was out in the afternoon, we went up the mountain with the sunset on our backs, joking all the way, laughing all the way, sweating profusely all the way, until the sun set and night fell. When I returned to my uncle's house, the lights were already bright, and I saw my kind and kind grandmother, grandfather, and uncle. During those two days, I enjoyed another kind of love from my uncle's family, and I wrote memories on the road of my life, which had great significance for my later growth. I have to say that at that time, my brother already had a lot of strength, and my brother could complete a lot of work at home independently, although my brother was very naughty, he did not compromise on his work, and he could always try his best to complete the tasks arranged by his grandfather. Grandpa and grandma regard their brother as the pearl of their palms, which makes my brother change a lot in his personality, and his brother is generally very willful. Grandpa and grandma had no way to take the elder brother, who caused a lot of trouble in the village at that time and knocked out a woman's front teeth, which is said to be a woman who deceived people too much. My brother's fists were very fast, which made many people suffer, and he was a tyrant at that time in that village. But what I see from many things is that he is a chivalrous and daring teenager, and his brother uses his fists to win the right to speak for the truth.

I don't know how many sunrises and sunsets we've experienced, and we're all about to graduate. At that time, we didn't seem to understand that graduation meant separation, and we were jumping happily.

When the results of the high school entrance examination came out, I was very happy. I was successfully admitted to high school, but my brother failed. I was amazed by my brother's results, and I think my brother must have been under a lot of pressure at the time, and he must have been very disappointed. That kind of achievement is inversely proportional to my brother's usual efforts, and my brother disappeared temporarily during that time, and I don't know where he went. But disappearing is an extremely poetic way, and if I had to choose, I would disappear too. At that age, I was too ignorant, and I made a small achievement in front of my grandparents and grandparents, and that kind of behavior was actually a heavy blow to my grandparents. But my grandfather and grandma were very happy, and I heard that I was admitted to high school.

After failing the high school entrance examination, my brother resolutely chose to become a soldier and embarked on the road of serving the country. The fate of people is so appropriate, if he didn't fail the high school entrance examination, his brother might not be a soldier, and being a soldier is the way he wants to go. After arriving in the army, my brother underwent a lot of training and became an iron-clad man and a real warrior. The army saved his brother's life and allowed him to find the direction of his life. Life has a direction, there is faith, and what could be more perfect than that?

We are all grown up now, and my brother has not only grown up, but he has also become a family and has children. I feel happy from the bottom of my heart, and I cheer for my brother's happiness in my heart.

I still don't have much to say to my brother, but I can feel that he has feelings for me, and I can be sure that I have feelings for him. It's just that we're not very good at turning feelings into a language.

Veteran, brother, this is your name in my heart. No matter how life evolves and how the years change, I cheer for the veterans!

As time passes, we all have responsibilities on our shoulders. But the affection between us is eternal, and this is brotherly love. I look forward to seeing each other again, toasting with my brother, catching up with my brother, talking to my brother, opening my heart with my brother, drinking a full cup with my brother, and getting drunk with my brother.