第一次见到哥哥,是很久之前的一个夏天。那时候我还在上小学。那个暑假非常无聊,四年级的圆锥体折磨着我,它们的面积让人无言以对,更别提体积了。李白依然每个学期都作诗,我都已经习惯了。每天,我就这么坐在书桌边。直到有一天,爸爸忽然说:“带你回趟老家吧。”妈妈也觉得,我应该回去看看奶奶、姑姑、姑父等等好多人。于是,我坐在爸爸的摩托车后座上走了。摩托车在公路上驶了很久,公路两旁田野辽阔。摩托车驶过了 The first time I saw my brother, it was a summer long before. At that time I was still in primary school. That summer is very boring, fourth-year cone torment me, their area people speechless, not to mention the volume. Li Bai is still poetry every semester, I have got used to it. Every day, I just sit at the desk. Until one day, my father suddenly said: “I'll take you back to my hometown. ” Mom also think I should go back and see grandma, aunt, uncle and so many people. So, I sat on my father's motorcycle back seat. Motorcycles drove long on the road, vast fields on both sides of the road. The motorcycle passed by