心手相连,拥抱明天。你是我的灾难。最直接的是你抢走了我的饭食,娘没了奶水,我断了顿儿。你一出生,小姨就抱着我离开家,去了姥姥家,一直到七岁上学我才回到这个家。一年后你也上学,你的铅笔盒早早摔烂了,看着我的好,拿过去就用。如果我反抗,你就不客气地说:“你是哥哥,必须让着我。”初中,你几乎都是在打架中度过。有时候你不敢跟娘说,就直接推给我,还振振有词: Heart connected, hug tomorrow. You are my disaster. The most direct is that you took away my meals, the mother did not milk, I broke off Dayton children. When you were born, my aunt held me away from home and went to grandma’s house until I was seven years old and returned to this home. After a year you go to school, your pencil box broke early rotten, looking at my good, take it to use. If I rebel, you’re off to say: “You are my brother, you must let me.” "Junior high school, you almost always spent in a fight. Sometimes you dare not say that with the mother, it was pushed directly to me, but also inspiring: