I promised you, I will insist on writing down the feelings, waiting for you to come back to share; I promised you, I will eat well, your words will accompany me in every "12 o'clock"; I promised you, I will learn from her, and will cherish the relationship. I promise you that I will learn from her and cherish that relationship.
This weekend, my mind is always floating your figure, always staged the first time to see you scene ...... that day, is the first day of school, I thought "Rosebud" will still appear in our class, to be honest, very much looking forward to seeing her again! I did not expect, I looked up and saw not Ms. Hu, but let me in so suddenly still can not accept you - Ms. Shen, as a 90-year-old you can be said to be youthful invincible it! There is not much of a generation gap between us, but I don't know why, I always feel very unaccustomed to, unaccustomed to the classroom without "Rosebud", unaccustomed to not hear Mr. Hu speak every language class. Until that day ......
"You must go to eat at noon, long time only eat snacks will suffer from stomach disease, I used to high school ...... "I may be a not easily due to the A thing and moved people, but that time, I really moved, and only then began, I gradually like this 90 after you - talented college students.
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2. Primary school essay action description environment description fragment practice 300 wordsLandscape description fragment day, white, seems to be nothing.
Under the sky, a verdant green garden came into view, the weeping willow high, when the wind blew through, and kept swaying. She wanted to fold down to look in the mirror.
Accompanying the weeping willows was a pavilion porch stretching straight to the entrance. The platform is black and white.
The still waters of the lake, like a mirror, imprinted all objects on themselves. There were so many yellowed leaves floating down in the water that even the unassuming stones seemed to match.
In the center of the lake, there is a small independent pavilion called, "Canglang Pavilion". The top of the pavilion is pointed, like a scene from ancient times.
Gray brick tiles, red pillars, the whole pavilion is printed in the water. Look at the green lotus leaves, oh! There are still budding *** lotus flowers blooming on it, and the lotus leaves look like mom.
In contrast, this side of the willow branches thicker, longer, about seven or eight meters, the wind blowing, like a graceful dance skirt. A good piece of green *** flow of the "landscape" ah! Full of gratifying poetry and picturesque -.
3. Elementary school composition action description environment description fragment practice 300 wordsLandscape description fragment
The sky, white, seems to be nothing. Under the sky, an emerald green garden came into view, and the weeping willow was tall and swaying as the wind blew by. She wanted to bend down to look in the mirror. Accompanying the weeping willows was a pavilion porch stretching straight to the entrance. The platform is black and white.
The still water of the lake, like a mirror, imprinted all objects on itself. There were many yellowed leaves floating down in the water, and even the unassuming stones seemed to match. In the center of the lake, there is a small independent pavilion called, "Canglang Pavilion". The top of the pavilion is pointed, like a scene in ancient times. Gray brick tiles, red pillars, the whole pavilion is printed in the water.
Look at the green lotus leaves, oh! There are still budding *** lotus flowers blooming on it, and the lotus leaves look like moms. In contrast, this side of the willow branches thicker, longer, about seven or eight meters, when the wind blows, like a graceful dance skirt.
A good piece of green *** flow of the "landscape" ah! It is full of delightful poetic and pictorial--
4. Write a description of the environment. The action.When I was a child, I stayed in the countryside for a while, and every time I opened my photo album and saw the field, my childhood memories came to me in droves and were very clear.
I remember when I first got there it was spring. The peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and the red flowers of the mountains were in full bloom, and the hills were filled with the beauty of the madness. The grass under your feet is so soft that it hurts your heart. Lovely little wildflowers swayed in the breeze like twinkling stars. From the moment I stepped into this land, I fell in love with it, y.
There was a lush forest of trees, which were tall and upright, with a great tendency to rise straight up to the sky. On one side of the woods is a meandering creek, and in summer, the sun always falls evenly through the leaves, and what falls in the water is some mottled shadows. I love the summer here, sometimes the sky will inexplicably drift up rain, no thick and thin tearing heart of the pouring, some light water beads depressed rolling down, and then quickly clear the sky. It makes the long-thirsty life to regain vitality, so the grass is still green, flowers are still beautiful.
In the fall, I always love to run to the edge of the field, look at the wave after wave, golden wheat, childishly guessing, their end is at the end of the world, or the cape? Not far away from the wind dancing rape flowers also stop from time to time, looking at the face of this confused child, smiling happily.
I picked up the last dead leaf left in this fall, and it broke open a small hole. I lifted it up and looked at the sky through that little hole and realized that it was starting to snow, and that winter was coming so soon. The snow here always falls unhurriedly, on the roofs of the houses, on the pine trees, on the empty nests left by those birds, little by little it accumulates more and more, and when you wake up, everywhere is white. I started to build my snowman, it was so pretty with its pretty eyes and straight nose and the red scarf I put around it. I remember that I left there that cold winter day. The car slowly drove up, my snowman gradually away from me, the red scarf rose up in the wind, it was wishing me a good trip.
I wondered how long it would be before those peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and yingshanhongs bloomed in unbelievable splendor across the mountains.
5. 300-word essay describing language action demeanor and environmental descriptionI am a very good and strong person, if you believe it, listen to my story.
It was a summer evening when I went downstairs for a walk and bumped into my old best friend Wu Wenbin. The two of us hadn't seen each other for a long time, so we chatted excitedly as soon as we met. As we chatted, he suddenly asked me; "Mao Mao, how many push-ups can you do?" I shook my head and said, "I don't know." Without waiting for me to finish, he got down on the ground and did them, and while doing so, he also said, "I can do more than 20, you must have done more than me." Shortly after he finished, he stood up and said, "A **** did 25, you go try it too." I had no choice but to go ahead and make it. You know, I'm the worst at sports because, well, I'm too fat. I lie down on the ground, do less than 5, it is unable to defeat, Wu Wenbin see then said: "I can't imagine that you only do 5, I thought you how great it?!" Hearing this, my face flushed red to the base of my neck. If there was a crack on the ground, I really wanted to drill into it, but it was impossible.
Back home, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. In my heart, I secretly thought, "He can do 25, why can't I? Am I dumber than him? No, it can't be! I am by no means dumber than he is, but I have practiced less than he has. Yes, I must work out harder than him. So, from that day onwards, I was determined to do 5 push-ups every day, one day, two days as the number of days increases, gradually, gradually, I can do more than 30 in one breath. Then after a period of hard exercise, I have been able to do more than 40.
A year passed quickly, or in a summer night, the same place, I ran into Wu Wenbin again. I then preemptive, proposed to race again push-ups. He promised to do it. He did it first, and still did 25. After he finished, he looked at me proudly, as if mocking, and said to me, "Can you do so many? Now it's my turn, I remembered that night a year ago, remembered the price I paid when I worked out hard, I could not help but be invigorated, suddenly burst out a kind of nameless strength, a breath of 50. After I finished, I took a look at Wu Wenbin who already looked dumbfounded. After a long time, he only slowed down, stupidly asked me: "How did you so great?" I smiled and replied, "It's thanks to you. If you hadn't touched my good strong heart, how could I have trained so hard, how could I have surpassed you?" "Oh, I see ......" he said with a bitter smile.
That's one of the things I want to tell you.
Actually, I'm good and strong in other ways, and because of that, I always come out on top.
That's me, a good and strong person.
The woman sat in the middle of the courtyard, her fingers twisting the long, silky reeds. The reeds are thin and fine, and they are jumping in her arms.
How many reeds are there in Baiyangdian? I don't know. How many reeds are produced every year? I don't know.
I only know that every year when the reeds are yellow, the whole precipitation of the reed harvest, stacked up, in the square around the Baiyangdian, became a great wall of reeds. Women, in the field of the yard woven mats.
How many mats have been made? In June, the water is full of precipitation, there are countless boats, transportation of silver-white shiny mat export, soon, all over the city villages, all have a pattern and dense, and exquisite mat with. Everyone clamored to buy them: "Good mats, Baiyangdian mats!"
In May, the bottom of the Hutuo River dried up, and the hot wind rolled the yellow sand, blowing dry the red willow that spread on the river bank. The three-pronged grass and other small flowers of various colors open at night and scorch during the day.
The farmers said, "Don't look at the present drought, it will be a waterlogged year.
Farmers in Ziwu Township, Hebei Province, rested in the shade of a tree in the northern part of the dyke community in the middle of the day. Under a large elm tree at the corner of the dyke, two young women are spinning yarn in front of each other.
From their looks and clothes, they looked like sisters. The younger one was 16 or 17 years old, and the older one was only 27 or 28. The elder sister's face was a little yellow and thin, and her eyes were a little sad; however, too much hope and premature enthusiasm had been fully revealed in the younger sister's demeanor.
The leaves above their heads were motionless, the robin screamed anxiously and piercingly, and the rustling sticky insect shit, fell to the ground. In the distance there was a small car, in the middle of the tall and short, yellow and green crops, the red todos of mud and the foot of the car flickered.
Two big mules with crow's feet ran in the hot, dry sunlight at noon, wagging their tails. "Push open the door and look, ho! What a big snow! Mountains, trees, houses, all covered with a thick layer of snow, ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains into a world of powder."
Then, specifically write willow, pine and cypress has a characteristic view of the snow. First of all, write the static beauty: "fall out of the leaves of the willow tree, hung with furry, shiny silver bars; winter and summer evergreen pine and cypress trees, piled up with fluffy, heavy snowballs."
And then write the dynamic beauty: "A wind blew, the branches gently swaying, silver bars and snowballs rustling down, jade chips like snow fluttering with the wind, reflecting the morning sun, showing a colorful rainbow." Inadvertently, outside the window has drifted up snowflakes, late snow dense, in the gray sky fell sharply to the ground, the sky crossed numerous lonely line, with the wind rotating, fluttering, as if falling from the sky of the willow flakes, a time to fill the sky.
As if the heavenly maiden scattered flowers, endless snowflakes from the depths of the vault of heaven drifting down, as fair fairies wearing white dresses, with a beautiful dance to all creatures, and then gently covered in the roof of the house, the tip of the grass, the leaves of the trees, in an instant, the original face of all things was the first snow since the winter was quietly covered, replaced by a thin layer of snow, a blink of an eye, snowflakes with the power of nature embellished all things. The power of nature embellished everything, will all become mysterious. The snowflakes are getting denser and denser, and they are scattered endlessly in the air.
The district is filled with countless like flowers like butterflies hexagonal elves, they soundlessly wet everything, with a slender magic wand will be the district dressed up, naughty elves unrestrained, joyful, surplus in the air interpretation of an excellent dance, perhaps in the Palace of Heaven stayed for a long time, they seem to be the whole body's energy are released, rendering everything. Occasionally, a few snowflakes mischievously jumped high on the stainless steel shelves of the homes, and from time to time issued a crisp knocking sound, "ting ting ting ting ting," seems to create a little bit of bombardment for the empty neighborhoods, however, that hexagonal shape of the delicate snowflakes, but quickly melted into droplets of water, clinging to the shelves which were washed clean by the snow water, the The wind blew languidly, shaking it, but still refused to relent.
The melted snow water vaguely reflected a fresh world. The snow is starting to get smaller.
The plants, as if they had absorbed enough nutrients, were waving to the drifting snow constantly, thanking it for its gifts. When I was a child, I used to stay alone by the river.
At that time, the sky is always very blue, blue water is always reflected in the shadow of the geese flying north; green grass covered with white red flowers, white butterflies flying up and down in the bushes, dragonflies fall in the distance on the reeds, shocked down a string of dewdrops; look at the life of the happy and busy, my heart will also be filled with happiness, drumming cheeks blowing the whistle made of reeds, "Tick Tick". The sound of "tic-tac-toe" will be carried far away on the river, scaring the noisy sparrows to be quiet for a while. The first fallen leaves bring the message of autumn, and the weather will soon be cooler.
In the courtyard, the red, yellow and yellow dead leaves fell all over the tile gutter; the wall beckoned a spring with a summer of dogwood is also mourning down the head, the return of the geese in the late fall of the blue sky in the queue change. At this time of the river, is the sea of rushes, white fluffy rushes look like dandelion flowers, but no dandelion of the desperate, it will never abandon the reeds, but noiselessly top of the pattering autumn rain, facing the rusty autumn wind, a white dew, frost such as this season in the side of the fly by.
They also seem to know: a year, not far from the spring, the green spirit will wake up. This winter, I have been thousands of miles away from his hometown to study, I do not know whether the hometown of the reeds are well, the reeds have long been open, right? On the way to school, a clump of reeds outside the window flashed, I actually think they are like a clump of scattered sentimental past, I know I will not be able to see the hometown of the reeds for a long time.
I like green, I think it is a color of vitality. Because the hometown of the reed has long been dissolved into my life, including the green water, that piece of reed.
Action: 1. [Walking] walks like a fly, walks well, walks lightly, strides, flies, walks on the wall, struts, walks hard, limps, creeps, tiptoes, [running] runs, turns his head, runs, pulls his legs, runs, jumps, chops, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs, runs.
7. Write a description of the character's joy in terms of setting, action, detail, and demeanorExcitement and excitement poured out of his psyche like a flood that had broken the levee, and he couldn't hide his gentility any longer. Run, run, run! His heart was thrilled, his pain could not be expressed in shallow words, as if every hair on his body had a beating joy Description of the character action, the most important thing is to pay attention to observation.
In daily life, we should pay extra attention to observe all kinds of people around *** behavior, especially pay attention to the characteristics of different people's movements, seize the characteristics of careful and repeated observation. As the following example: Xiaoli pursed lips, bowed, tiptoe, step by step slowly close to it.
Close, close, and see her quietly reach her right hand to the butterfly, open two fingers together, clamped the wings of the pink butterfly. Rei jumped and danced with joy.
He bent over, the basketball in his hands back and forth, left and right, and kept shooting, two eyes skittering, looking for a "breakthrough" opportunity. Suddenly he accelerated the pace, a left turn, a right turn, rushed through two layers of defense, came to the basket, a tiger jump, turn around and shoot, the basketball in the air after a beautiful arc, impartial to fall in the basket.
Butterfly catching, playing basketball, are common activities, and some are even students personally participated in. But the writing is not specific.
The above two descriptions, due to the author's careful observation, catching butterflies, playing basketball action, demeanor written vividly. Second, it is to seize the action description that can best highlight the characteristics of the characters.
Please see the following example: He is more than 50 years old. He was in his fifties and wore a pair of highly nearsighted glasses.
He removed his glasses with trepidation and casually wiped the lenses with the hem of his shirt. "Uh-huh ......" he was about to speak, suddenly remembered something, hands and feet in a hurry to find the plate, and hastily to the pocket, pulled out a box of matches, which is assured that another "uh-huh " twice, stood up straight, and said in a particularly loud voice: "Now begin to watch the teacher do the experiment!" The classroom hit a pandemonium.
Teacher Mao stood in the doorway in a furious rage, his head hot, the tip of his nose adorned with a few shiny beads of sweat, his eyebrows raised angrily upwards while his mouth grinned downwards. Seeing , he blinked in shock, and the muscles of his face froze, motionless, like a movie "freeze frame".
Several others were nailed in place like wood. The old man's hands are very deft.
A clay figure is born in his hands in just a few minutes. See how he picks up another lump of clay, first pinches it into a round shape, and then gently kneads it with his hands to make it soft and smooth.
Then, rubbing on it, he gradually separated the head, body and legs of the man. He held this clay figure in his left hand, and with his right hand he fiddled with it above the head, and in a short while the clay figure wore a partial hat.
The above three paragraphs have captured the action that best highlights the character. Example one is written about an old teacher who is highly nearsighted.
Through the description of actions such as "wiping the lens with the hem of his shirt", "fumbling to find it on the plate", and "pulling it out of his pocket in a hurry", he writes a highly nearsighted, inept, and ungainly teacher. Myopia, movement is not sharp and a little "confused" the characteristics of the old teacher; example two, mainly to seize the character of the angry people, facial expressions to describe the characteristics of the action. For example: "stood in the doorway in anger", "hot air on his head", "eyebrows raised in anger", "mouth grinning downwards
Example three is to seize the characteristics of the action of the pinch clay man, wrote a dexterous old artist image. Third, is to accurately and appropriately use the verb.
Read the following examples to see the role of the punctuated words in each paragraph. It is too late to say.
The athlete, who had fallen to the ground, braced himself with his hands, tiptoed on his feet, and scrambled to his feet. The tip of his left foot pressed against the starting line, his knees bent, and he crouched steadily.
The two hands are like two wooden pillars inserted in the ground, the whole body slightly forward, the posture, like an eagle taking off. This short sentence, with "fall, brace, tiptoe, climb, top, bend, crouch, insert, lean, fly, etc." 10 verbs, the athletes on the field of preparation for the start of the posture depicted accurately and realistically.
She squeezed into the gate, put the burden down on the ground; went up, the grass on the ground, pressed with the knee, bent down, hands hard to tighten the waist of the grass, lifted up, thrown to the corner of the yard wall. These verbs punctuated in the paragraph are used very aptly.
The image of a capable, sharp, strong, skilled rural girl is written. She saw her grandmother stand up and grasp the lid of the pot with both hands and lift it upwards.
It took a few times to open it with difficulty, but only slightly opened a crack. A thick cloud of smoke rushed out of the stove and almost smoked her face.
Grandma casually brushed her wrinkled face with her sleeve, shook her head, and said to herself, "I'm getting old, I don't have much use for this." This passage describes the actions of a grandmother doing housework. The use of "uncovered, rushed, smoked, flicked, shook" and other verbs, accurately and appropriately write the characteristics of the old man's work movements.
The above examples show that the description of the character's movements must be accurate, appropriate verbs, in order to write a specific image of the character's dynamic image.
Xiaohong happened to be sitting facing the window, the afternoon sunlight on her round face, so that her cheeks are more rosy; her hand holding the pen resting on her cheeks, the open sockets of her eyes, the crystal eyes slowly swimming, plump chin slightly upward - this is whenever she came up with a more ingenious way to solve a math problem for the The look that math teachers know and love. Whenever she did her homework, her pencil rustled as if the birds were singing to her, and as if encouraging her to "fear no hardship and climb to the top."
She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so fluently, as if she had been prepared. She recited in a rhythmic manner, with a beautiful, melodious voice, and moved the audience.
He this tune.
8. 400-word essay (action, language, environment, detail description)A regrettable thing
In the depths of my memory there is a thing I still can not forget. Once I almost lost my precious friendship for this little thing.
On a hot afternoon, I was doing my homework at home with my best friend, and as I was doing it, she turned to me and said, "Do you have a pen? I'm out of refills, can I borrow one?" "Sure." I took out a pen and gave it to her. After my homework was done, I asked her for a pen, but she said she had already returned it. I searched for half a day and didn't even see the pen. I was furious and accused her, and she didn't give in: "Returned is returned, it's your bad luck if you can't find it, huh!" After saying that she left.
After this incident, I never cared about her, and occasionally met without greeting, as if I did not see her.
Then once, I found the pen under the table when I was cleaning at home, I regretted a lot, and my heart was like a thousand ants biting. I rushed to find her and told her I was sorry. "It's okay, in fact, I am also at fault, that day, I should return the pen to you personally, I saw you doing homework, I don't want to disturb you, so, I put the pen on the table." "Well, well, things have passed, we both should not blame ourselves anymore, let us be good friends like in the past!"
Later, our relationship went a step further _ became inseparable good friends.
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