我有个弟弟,比我小一岁半。小时候,我真是讨厌死他了。他一出生就抢走了爸爸妈妈对我的爱,他们眼里再也不是只有我这个宝贝女儿了。而且他老是哭,一哭就没完没了,吵死人了。后来他长大了一些,开始到处爬了,每次看他爬几下就摔倒了,我就觉得他真是没用,连走个路也不会,妈妈不在家时,我还得看好他。有一次我一不小心趴在他的摇篮上睡着了,被他的哭声吵醒了,他趴在地上哭得死去活来,我拿玩具哄他都没用,干脆不理他,捂住耳朵。妈妈回来见他哭得可怜还狠狠骂了 I have a younger brother, a year and a half younger than me. When I was young, I really hated him. As soon as he was born, he robbed Mom and Dad of their love for me. In their eyes, they were not my only darling. And he always cried, crying endless, noisy people dead. Later, when he grew older and began to climb everywhere, he fell down every time he saw him climb a few times, and I felt he was useless, not even walking, and I had to be optimistic when my mother was not at home . Once I accidentally lying on his cradle asleep, was awakened by his cry, he cried on the ground cried to death, I use the toys to coax him he did not use, simply ignore him, cover your ears . Mum came back to see him crying pitifully also severely scolded