I study very well. I was admitted to a key high school before, and now I am in college. My mother always uses my brother to educate me: "learn from my brother and see how others learn." Your brother is more sensible, look at you, alas! It's incomparable! "I always look at my mother gloomily. I really hate it when my mother compares me with others. Gradually, the strangeness in my heart turned into disgust, blaming all the responsibilities on my brother. .....

Once, the school held an essay contest, and I sat at my desk, pen in my mouth, thinking hard. I sat there in a daze all afternoon, and my paper was blank. In the evening, my aunt and brother came to visit us. I still sat there, looking at the paper as blank as my brain. At this time, my brother suddenly came in, looked at the paper and said, "Silly!" Say so lightly, but lit the anger in my heart. I was depressed for a day, and when I heard this sentence, I immediately flew into a rage: "You are so annoying! You don't have to worry about me. " "Am I wrong? It is! I can't even write a composition, so I'm not afraid to be a representative of any Chinese class! " I don't understand why my brother, who seldom communicates with me, is so aggressive today. I have no time to think about it. I am getting more and more angry when I look at him with a face of "little people succeed". I gradually calmed down, looked at my brother and said coldly, "Who said I can't write? Did I tell you I can't write? " "oh? Then I am looking forward to it! " Say that finish, he walked away with a smile. I sat there, puzzled. What happened to my brother today? Why do you like to watch me smile so brightly? Is he really my brother? It's really unlucky to have such a brother! This is ridiculous. How could I be willing to lose to such a person?

I picked up a pen and put all my feelings into my "weapon". I will use it to beat my brother and let him know that I am not so easy to mess with. I looked up at my brother sitting in the living room. He seemed to feel my eyes and looked up at me. I smiled contemptuously at him and bowed my head. ......

My composition won an award. I told my brother the first time and proudly said, "What happened? Writing a composition is simply a small case for me! " "Congratulations, but you'd better not be too proud, lest you fall badly in the future." I froze, and suddenly I felt that a soft place in my heart was touched, just like a warm current flowing into my heart. Really, it doesn't hurt to say a few words. I mumbled something in my mouth, but I unconsciously accepted it in my heart. I know, what I said is right. In any case, I can't lose myself in success. Suddenly, I found that I don't know when my brother's words are so convincing, and he is no longer annoying or strange to him, but more like and warm. Even if what I say is not nice, it can make me realize that I am making progress.

Love, sometimes like words that don't need to be beautifully decorated, makes me constantly improve myself, although it doesn't sound good. Like my brother, at that moment, I knew he loved me. It's just that my love for me is not inclusive and I don't need to rely on it. Only with his experience, tell me how to grow up. I really want to say, thank you on the way to growth!