When I got home, I sat in a chair. Dad saw it and didn't say anything. He seemed to read my mind and silently pulled me into the study.
2. 800-word requirement for high school composition: the writer can write down the appearance, language, manner, action description and debate (detailed description).
(In a Chinese class, the teacher asked Yang Chen to introduce the main characters in The Journey to the West and let everyone discuss who they like. )
Yang Chen, who had already prepared the materials, began to introduce: "the Monkey King: He is smart, quick in thinking and action, and he can learn a powerful spell. He can change seventy-two things in one breath, and there is also a magic weapon, the golden hoop stick, which can be turned into a needle and a copper stick, driven by a somersault cloud. Wukong is still a monkey. He is clever and naughty, and likes playing pranks. Tang Priest: Sincere to Buddhism, stubborn and persistent, elegant in manners, kind in temperament, and highly accomplished in Buddhist scriptures. He hates evil, is fearless, persevering and fearless, but sometimes he is too stubborn, undisciplined and goes his own way. Pig Bajie: He is lazy, greedy for money and lustful, and afraid of death, but he is gentle, simple and sometimes brave. Often fascinated by the beauty of monsters, it is difficult to tell the enemy from me. He listened to his brother and was loyal to his master, which made a great contribution to Tang Priest's learning from the scriptures. He is a comic figure deeply loved and sympathized by people. Friar Sand: Friar Sand protects the Tang Priest's journey to the West, working hard and being loyal; Friar Sand is kind-hearted, honest and unknown. But at the same time, I'm too honest and lack of opinions. I have finished introducing myself. " A confident smile appeared on Yang Chen's face. He bowed deeply to the students in the audience and then returned to his seat.
After listening to Yang Chen's detailed introduction, everyone immediately became interested in the character Pig Bajie and could not help quarreling. The debate in the classroom is in full swing. At this moment, I suddenly heard Hou Shun shout loudly: "I don't like Pig, he is lazy and stupid." Say that finish, picked up a piece of paper with the name of Pig Bajie on it and drew a big red cross. He threw it on the ground and stepped on three feet. When Chen Ming saw Hou Shunqiang dare to insult Pig Bajie in this way, he immediately jumped up from the stool and pointed one hand at Hou Shunqiang's hip. White jade skin made her blush, her eyes widened and her eyebrows stood on end. She said, "I don't agree. I think Pig Bajie is honest and gentle. Just as the two men were quarrelling, Fiona Fang stood up gracefully and said slowly, "Pig Bajie is very interesting, isn't it compassionate and enjoyable?" Say that finish, he crossed his hands on his chest and looked at Hou Shunqiang with provocative eyes. On the other hand, Chen Ming echoed: "Yes! "Looking at the opposite Hou Shunqiang happily, Hou Shunqiang said unconvinced:" Don't be complacent too early, let the teacher decide everything. The teacher said, "You are right. There are good and bad people." "
3. The composition describing the expression of senior one is 800 words. My mother, I have a hardworking and kind mother.
He is not tall, and his eyes are full of expectations for me. Two splayed eyebrows, a slightly flat nose and two thin lips make up his mother's kind face. In my mind, my mother is always so strong.
That weather-beaten face always wears that confident and strong smile. Since her mother was laid off, she has found a new job instead of staying at home. She goes out early and comes back late every day. No matter whether it is cold or hot, he never complains that he is tired, even on holidays.
Sometimes when she catches a cold, she listens and never rests. In my opinion, she is like a robot, never tired.
One day, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. I saw that the light in the kitchen was still on, so I struggled to sleep. It turned out to be my mother, still washing clothes there, constantly repeating those seemingly simple but laborious actions: rubbing, twisting, swinging, and occasionally wiping tears from my forehead.
I froze. This is the first time I have seen my mother work so hard. Does he work so hard every night? It hurts a little to think about it: my mother, who has worked hard all day, has to wash my clothes until midnight when she gets home. If only my mother had gone to bed earlier, I'm determined to wear clean clothes in the future to reduce my mother's burden.
Thinking of this, I went over. "Mom, go to sleep. I will go to work tomorrow. I will definitely wear clean clothes in the future. " My mother looked back at me and said, "Son, it's late for torture. Go to sleep."
Then, she smiled, smiling so kindly as if she were not tired at all. It seems that the tower is happy for my growth again.
Later, I was admitted to Shenyang No.2 Middle School, a provincial key high school. When I was celebrating for myself, I saw my mother's smile again. He smiled so happily, so hearty.
In the summer vacation after the senior high school entrance examination, my mother accompanied me to visit the Expo Park. I have been to several places more or less during my spring outing, but my mother who has never been anywhere is always busy.
This is her first time to go out to play. At that moment, he released years of pressure and grievances. She had a good time and laughed happily.
This is my mother. She always wears that kind and strong smile on her weather-beaten face. My mother has always inspired me since I was a child. He can't dare to fight against the godless mode in the world. It is also her smile that has accumulated my confidence and made me forge ahead.
This is my mother, a strong and great mother. I love my mother.
4. Sleeping alone for the first time with 800 words (sleeping alone for the first time in order to grasp the movements, language, heart and demeanor of the characters)
After this difficult first time, I am used to sleeping alone now. My parents say I'm getting braver and braver.
When I was a child, I slept with my parents every night. One day, my mother said to me, "You can sleep in the living room tonight." I was stunned by this sudden sentence. I can't believe my ears, because I often read the cartoons of Conan, a famous detective, and Sherlock Holmes' books, which are full of thrilling cases and make me afraid at night. Alas, I really dare not sleep alone. However, mom's words are like imperial edicts, you have to listen, and you have to listen if you don't. "You are guilty tonight!" I said to myself, at the same time, I also hope that time will pass slowly so that I can enter the "horror world" in the future.
But it's only a matter of time. Well, at night, I don't want to go to the small bed in the living room where no one has slept for a long time, but because my father wants to watch TV in the living room and is afraid of disturbing my rest, my mother let me sleep in the bedroom first and then hug me out after my father watches TV. "oh? Yeah! God help me! " I cried happily. Because I was already asleep, I couldn't feel it when I was carried out, and of course I wouldn't be afraid! So, I ran to the bedroom, fell asleep happily, and soon fell into a sweet dream ... I thought it was over, but God was against me. I woke up when my father watched TV and carried me to the living room. "Huh?" I was surprised and scared, and my mouth was as big as an egg. I don't believe I'm so unlucky, but I can't help it. I was carried to the living room by my father.
The room was very quiet, and there was no sound except the ticking of the clock. Sleeping alone in the dark living room, I was so scared that I was soaked with sweat. I can't bear to sleep. Those horrible pictures on TV and books jumped into my mind one after another. "I am not afraid, I am the bravest ..." I encouraged myself with a trembling voice, but my heart was still as creepy as grass. I buried my head in the quilt and didn't move; After a while, I sighed and complained that my mother had come up with such a bad idea; Then he looked around warily to prevent thieves and robbers from "invading" ...
It's been a night of tossing and turning, and finally it's better than playing a roller coaster!
After this difficult first time, I am used to sleeping alone now. My parents say I'm getting braver and braver.
5. Ask the composition to describe the language of the characters' movements and demeanor. 700 words. Uncle, uncle, tell me about the garbage collector. Everyone will associate him with a "thief".
I know an uncle who collects junk. He often comes here to pick up junk.
But nobody praises him! He, as long as he can sell everything Even the rotten film under pressure will be dug out bit by bit, and even a straw will not be let go.
But he never takes what we want, even the porcelain cups that are readily available in front of the window are no exception. If everyone encounters any difficulties, he will help them as much as possible.
I remember once, I saw my uncle picking up junk, and I suspected that he had improper behavior. I ran to the kitchen and looked, ah, a cup was missing.
Looking up, the window is open and the hand is just right! I guess that garbage stole the cup. I ran out and saw a cup in his pocket. I decided that he was a thief. Look: His clothes are dusty, dirty and smelly, and patched.
His hair is messy, his face is as black as coal, his eyes are quite big, and he shines "sly" like a thief. When he saw me, he pointed to the road behind him and asked in blunt Mandarin, "Little Sister, is that road feasible?" I listened to it and thought: I have the face to ask for directions after taking something from others.
I said grumpily, "I don't know! How could you do that? How can you steal someone else's cup! " He looked up and said, "I didn't steal it!" " "Then I silently squatted down to pick up rubbish, and no matter how I scolded, there was no response. At this moment, a man named Hanako came.
The beggar has only one hand, one foot is injured, and he is wrapped in a rag. He pleaded with me and said, "Little girl, please! Give me some money. I haven't eaten for two days and nights. I'm starving! " Oh, what a pity! Just when I paid for it, I found that there was only one in Zhang Yiyuan, and I hesitated.
At this time, uncle buttoned up, took out a bag from his chest pocket, and then carefully opened it and took out a stack of banknotes. I poked my head and saw that it was only five dollars.
I saw him take out a Zhang Yiyuan's, then put the rest of his wallet in his pocket, buttoned it, and patted it again and again for fear that the money would fly away. He looked at the beggar and then at the money. Finally, he put the money into the beggar's hand, patted his chest pocket, and then silently picked up the junk.
I was dumbfounded. I didn't expect him to be so kind as a garbage collector. Even though he didn't have enough to eat, he went to help a beggar. I regret it a little, and I don't think he is so annoying.
When I got home, I found the cup on the table. I was impatient just now and didn't see it clearly ... Ah, my face turned red ... I came to the back door and saw my uncle had come to the construction site. Looking at what was readily available on the construction site, my uncle left without looking back ... Ah, what an honest and helpful uncle! I really hate myself for suspecting that my uncle is a thief.
Yes, his appearance is not beautiful, but his heart is beautiful! Although his clothes are dirty, his mind is white and flawless! I will always remember this and learn from my uncle. ■ Comments: By comparing my opinion of him with his actual person, my attitude when helping others, the hardships of his own life and his attitude of not hesitating to help others, the author describes his action of withdrawing money and shows the soul of the character.
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6.400 words to write a person's composition, you should describe this person's movements, demeanor and language clearly. My father is very handsome. He is about 1.7 meters tall and slightly fat. I think he is the most handsome in a suit, like a dark horse prince. His eyes are bright and he looks elegant with glasses. Don't say that he is really a master, I envy him. My father taught me the children's song "Rabbit Darling" and I sang "Dear Rabbit". Our song is crisp and sweet. Growing up, my father didn't care so much about me as a child. He became strict, making me do my homework all day, reciting more ancient poems and reading more famous books. I don't think my father is the old one. He told me to look at this and that, and I felt like I was in the world of books. Hearing my father's words, I quickly did my homework. I said, "Yes, Dad, I do my homework." I am an obedient boy. Although my father is strict with me now, he is meticulous to me. Every time he hits me, he will secretly grieve himself, and sometimes he will write "Never hit a child again" on a note when I am not at home. Another time, I was sick, that day. Dad put all his clothes on for me, but he got wet. When I went to the hospital, the measurement was 38 degrees and 7 degrees, which was one degree higher. I'll take a blood test first. The blood is abnormal and I need infusion. It was nine o'clock at night, and I lost two bottles until twelve o'clock at night. Dad was always by my side, holding my hand. I want to say to my father, "You have worked hard!" .
7. Kneel for an essay describing the characteristics of the characters ~500 words Every morning at seven o'clock, familiar footsteps and loud door calls will always ring in the corridor. "Here comes the milk! Every time I hear this voice, I know it's the milkman, and I climb into bed to open the door. The milkman is an ordinary uncle in his fifties. His skin is so dark that I can tell at a glance that it is the result of years of sun exposure. Under his gray hair, there are a pair of small and intense eyes, but they are deeply left in my mind. Because his milk is thick and fragrant, many households on the floor have ordered milk. One of them is on the sixth floor, and the subscriber on the sixth floor is our home, which is 12 floor. It's exhausting to go up and down without taking anything, not to mention the round bottle. Everything was dressed in silver fashion, and the long and lonely winter came early. But whether it's windy or snowy, my uncle always comes to deliver milk. In the morning, it is still as cold as usual. The doorbell rang again. I want to sleep under the quilt, but I have to open the door. I slowly opened the door among the gangsters. When I opened it, I saw standing at the door as usual, smiling and wearing a black coat. It seems to catch mosquitoes, but it also looks very energetic. I took the flowing bottle to my hand, but it fell heavily on the ground. I said to myself in disappointment, "Hey, today's milk flow is ruined! ""Uncle went over and said, "It doesn't matter. There is no charge for filling another bottle today. "I took the milk and thanked him. It's another morning when the cold wind is howling. He handed me the milk carefully. When I took the bottle, I found that his hands had been blown away by the ruthless cold wind, and his skin was wrinkled and wrinkled like the skin of an old pine tree. As he spoke, he pointed to the bottle: "Look, there is a layer of ice beads outside this bottle. If I wear gloves, the bottle will easily slip, and I am used to it. " When he left, I gently put my parents' black gloves in his box. Another morning, "Here comes the milk!" When I called the door, I saw those hands with black gloves and the other person was smiling. Of course, I am also smiling happily in my heart.