The mountains are not as high as mother's love; the sea is not as deep as mother's love; the blue sky is not as broad as mother's love; the earth is not as inclusive as mother's love. Oh, my dear mother, my joy is engraved in your wrinkles, and my troubles are hidden in your white hair...
One afternoon, the cold wind was biting, and the breath turned into frost. I held an umbrella and stood alone at the bus stop waiting for the bus. The noise and the cold weather made me restless. When the bus came, everyone crowded on it, and I couldn't help but frown. At this time, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around suddenly and it turned out to be my mother. "Mom, it's so cold. You came to pick me up on a motorcycle. How cold it is." Before I could finish my words, my mother replied: "It doesn't matter if I'm colder, but don't let you get cold. Come on, hurry up Get in the car." The motorcycle started to move. My mother held the motorcycle with one hand and kept covering the raincoat in my direction with the other hand. The small raincoat covered me, and the wind and rain hit my mother's thin body mercilessly. The cold wind was biting, and my mother kept shivering. Two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, I finally arrived home. My mother helped me get out of the car. She asked me with concern: "Are you cold? She's freezing." "No," I said, raising my head and looking at my exhausted mother: messy hair, hands red from the cold, soaked clothes, loving mother. The look in her eyes, the smile she forced on me... I just felt something rolling in my eyes, and finally fell down silently...
Even a master of painting can't outline my mother's thin and tall figure. The voice of the mother; even a great literary figure can hardly portray the mother's broad love. Oh, my mother, I love you! Composition with action description
During the holidays, I played in an open space at my grandma’s house.
Suddenly, a girl rushed in.
I looked at her carefully: her skin was dark, and she could tell she often worked in the fields; her eyes were big but squinted; her hair was messy , as if it had not been tidied up for a long time; wearing a red floral dress, the clothes were dirty; the shoes on the feet also had several holes.
I thought to myself: This guy is so rustic. He still wore floral clothes in what era. He must have never seen any big events. He is a pure country boy.
He came over, stared at me, and said: "Hello, my name is Xiaohua, I want to be friends with you, can I?" After hearing her name, I thought she was even more rustic. .
But I don’t know why, but I still want to make friends with her.
He nodded in agreement.
She became my holiday friend.
Xiaohua is a lively and innocent girl. There are always many new things in his mind that I don’t know.
She told me that I was her first friend because other children thought she was poor and ignored her.
Perhaps because of this incident, the friendship between Xiaohua and I deepened, and we became inseparable good friends.
One day, Xiaohua and I went out to play. When we were about to go home, I felt very thirsty.
Xiaohua pointed to a three or four-meter-high fruit tree and said, "Let's pick fruits and eat them." I listened, found a bamboo pole, and prepared to knock down the fruits.
But Xiaohua stopped me: "If the fruit falls, it will be broken.
"I put down the bamboo pole, and simply hugged the tree tightly with both hands, with my legs crossed on it, and my hands and feet I tried to climb up, but I only climbed a foot or so before I couldn't climb anymore. I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely.
By accident, I didn’t hold my arms tightly, so I fell heavily to the ground, making me scream in pain.
Xiaohua looked at my embarrassed look, holding her belly in her hands and laughing.
I saw Xiaohua grabbing the tree pole, stepping on the tree stump, leaning forward, kicking her feet hard, and repeating these actions.
All of a sudden, she climbed up the tree easily in three or two movements.
Looking at her nimble movements, I blushed.
She sat on the tree branch and picked many fruits for me to eat.
We ate and went home.
The vacation is over, it’s time for me to go back, and it’s time to say goodbye to Xiaohua.
Before leaving, Xiaohua Xiou felt sorry for me.
We have never met again, but I still remember her innocence and liveliness. Action description composition
In the English class the day before yesterday, Miswang gave us a special and interesting assignment: learn to do the six actions on page 24. Whoever does more will get more points.
Learn to do movements? The classmates were very curious and hurriedly opened the English book. Seeing these very interesting actions, I breathed a sigh of relief and began to feel proud: It's so simple, a piece of cake! I will definitely add the most points by then.
In fact, it looks easy, but it is not as easy as imagined! The first action is: move one eyebrow.
I took a mirror and looked at it. I either winked or shrugged, but no matter what I did, I couldn't separate these two naughty eyebrows that were as close as brothers.
Alas, they gave me a "disgrace" at the beginning. They united together to resist my "hard and soft tactics." I can't separate them no matter what, and they won't listen to me no matter what I say.
"Oh, my little ancestor with eyebrows! Please, let me go!" "What did you say? Don't let me go!" "Humph, don't be too happy too early.
Then I’ll handle it myself!” I cheered up again, racked my brains, and frowned, thinking: Yes! I close one eye, open one eye, put one eyebrow down, and raise the eyebrow of the other, isn’t that enough! Haha, I succeeded! Let’s look at the second action: move one ear.
This action depends entirely on your own feelings, which can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.
I thought hard and worked hard. Unexpectedly, my ears did not move, but my nose, eyes, mouth, and eyebrows all joined in the fun.
I really had nothing to do with them, so I had to ask the "master" Gao Xiang to teach me the "Ear Moving Magic Skill".
He is indeed a teacher. He is nothing like me. His ears move but other parts remain motionless.
He asked me to touch his ears with my hands to feel them.
Ah, I suddenly had "inspiration". With my unremitting efforts, one ear miraculously moved.
The second action is done! The third action is the simplest: shrug your nose.
I pursed my lips, raised my eyebrows, my eyes widened, and my nose widened.
What a modern version of "Zhu Bajie"! The fourth action is no problem: the right hand touches the left hand from behind.
I have learned dance. This is a basic movement in Qigong practice. I often practice it in dance classes and I am the best at it.
Not only that, I can also touch my wrist! The fifth action is to eat with your left hand.
I picked up two pens to make chopsticks and prepared to pick up a piece of chalk tip, but I managed to do it skillfully for a long time! Haha, this is my first time to appreciate it! Be awesome! The sixth action is: fork left and knife right.
I have eaten Western food several times and am very familiar with this method. I can make it easily! Haha... I have learned all six movements, waiting for the teacher to add points! A 500-word essay describing people through actions, urgent! ! ! ! No verbal descriptions may appear in the article. All
One summer night, the father, his son and daughter were sitting under the sycamore tree in the yard to enjoy the cool air.
The weather is a bit sultry, but it is relatively shady under the sycamore tree. The breeze blows, and the leaves of the sycamore tree sway, making a "swishing" sound, as if singing an unknown song, giving the Father and children brought some extra warmth and comfort.
Suddenly, snap! With a subtle but clear crack, an old piece of the sycamore tree peeled off, revealing fresh and tender new skin.
The daughter widened her round eyes, picked up the piece of old bark, and said excitedly: "Wow! This is the first time I have seen a tree lose its old bark.
" After a while, the daughter exclaimed: "Dad, how precious is the spirit of this old bark! It has worked hard for a lifetime and finally peeled off by itself to promote the growth of new bark.
It once protected the new skin inside from wind and rain, and delivered nutrients. When the tree didn't need it, it automatically gave way to the new skin. It has the same qualities as your older generation!" said the son! He stood up, stroked the new bark and praised: "Although the new bark is still fresh and tender, it dares to be exposed on the outside and assumes the responsibility of protecting the tree and transporting nutrients.
Our new generation must pay tribute to the new tree. Shubari learns and bravely takes on the important responsibilities of society." My father listened and looked at it, and said with deep feeling: "I hope everything in the world is like what you two said: the older generation can help the new generation more, so that they can Take on important responsibilities; the new generation can have the courage to take on important responsibilities and temper themselves better. Old things will give way to new things when they are not in line with the trend of the times. New things will thrive and make society move forward forever.
"Two generations, Unity and progress are the hope of society... Character action description writing is urgent~~~~~! !
My deskmate is Ni Jianwei. He has jet black hair, about an inch long.
There are light eyebrows under the hair, and a pair of big and bright eyes under the eyebrows. His lips are slightly upturned, and there are some wrinkles on his nose. When he smiles, his eyes are wide and he has a smile. The meat doesn’t look like it’s smiling.
Ni Jianwei has many advantages and disadvantages.
The advantage is that he is willing to help others and loves physical exercise, especially running.
The disadvantage is that he moves too slowly and sometimes likes to hit people.
When Ni Jianwei is happy, his eyes narrow into slits. He used to smile lightly, but now he smiles naturally and sometimes even gives me food.
Today is the midterm exam, and of course there are questions that Ni Jianwei cannot solve.
He was immersed in writing for a while. When he encountered a question that he couldn't solve, he frowned, with a smile on his face. He held his head in his hands and looked like he was thinking, really like a young doctor. Sometimes I feel so sleepy that I yawn.
He was angry again. His big eyes, usually full of smiles, now shot out two cold rays of light, aggressive, his teeth were gritting loudly, and he was breathing heavily through his nose, as if he was lacking oxygen.
Ni Jianwei also likes to meddle in other people's business. I haven't bought "100 Fathers That Touched Middle School Students" yet, and he would come and talk to me, which is really annoying.
But he is quite generous. Whenever I forget something, he will always lend it to me. Looking for a composition describing the actions of characters (about 200 words)! !
On January 11th, my cousin Niu Niu, I went to my grandma’s house. At my grandma’s house, I had a younger brother named Niu Niu. He was not much younger than me. He was in the fourth grade. He had a pair of bright and shiny eyes. He has big eyes, an oval face, a flat nose, a short stature, and is very thin. At first glance, he thought he had only bones and no flesh! Niu Niu is very naughty and willful, and sometimes he even plays a fool.
Once when I was writing a composition, Niu Niu came to find me when he had nothing to do. When he saw me writing a composition, he grabbed the half-written composition I had just written and read it carefully.
"I haven't finished writing yet, give it to me" I yelled at my brother, but my brother pretended not to hear, made a face at me, stuck out his tongue, and turned his head again. I went over and continued reading. When I got angry, I rushed over and tried to snatch the essay back, but I didn't expect that my brother pulled hard and the essay broke into two halves. I looked at the two-half essay and shook my head helplessly, and then looked at my brother. , he was covering his mouth and laughing. Seeing how happy he looked, I also laughed. The laughter made me forget about the two halves of the composition.
This is my brother, a sunny boy who is always laughing.
(Note: I read this from a composition book. I hope it will be helpful to you! If you have difficulties, see if I can help you. Bye!) Describe the appearance, demeanor, action and language of the characters. The content of the composition is as follows: Father's love is like a cup of coffee, the first sip is bitter, but the more you taste it, the sweeter it becomes; Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside but true in the heart. It is soft; a father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface but full of knowledge inside.
My father was strict, but loved me deeply.
I remember one time, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I came to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding. I put one foot on the skateboard first, and then put the other foot on the skateboard. I kicked my feet hard on the ground, but I couldn't stand firm. The less slippery I was, the more anxious I felt. The more anxious I was, the worse the slipperiness became. I didn't want to learn anymore, so I said to my parents: "Let's go home." /p>
"My father said loudly: "No, you haven't learned yet? How can you go home and do nothing halfway?
"I thought: Why not let my mother help me." Do you want me to learn? When I was about to implement my plan, my father seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me: "You have to rely on yourself to learn anything, so that you can learn better and faster. You can't learn well if you are too dependent.
How about we compete to see who learns it first, okay?" I dared not say anything, so I said unhappily: "Okay, let's compete.
"I thought: Don't believe it, you can learn it, you are very old.
It was so ridiculous to see my dad’s clumsy body and keep sliding on the disobedient skateboard. There was a "boom", no, dad fell down. At this time, I saw that my dad didn’t panic. He got up from the ground hurriedly, squatted on the ground and looked at the skateboard, as if he was thinking and studying. After a while, Dad stepped on the skateboard, holding the direction with one foot, swinging from side to side, and exerting force with the other foot. Sliding slowly, the body gradually became so light and graceful.
"I can skate, come and see.
" Dad shouted happily.
I hung my head in shame, thinking that my father could learn it, so what else could I not learn? Under the influence of my father’s example, I finally learned it too.
In the end, I finally succeeded. I understood that my father’s love is like a mountain, and I worked harder.
Introduction to composition: It is a literary style that is composed of words, considered through human thought, and expressed through language organization to express the meaning of a theme.
Compositions are divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays).
Elementary school compositions are divided into three categories. Generally, the number of words for third-grade compositions is about 200 words.
The essays for grades 4 and 5 are about 400 words, the essays for grade 6 are about 600 words, and the essays for middle and high school students are generally about 800 words. The genres of essays include: narrative, expository essay, practical essay, argumentative essay, prose, and poetry.
Composition is an experience in life. If we have not experienced it, we cannot write a good article.
The composition should use a lot of rhetorical techniques, vivid descriptions, real feelings, and mainly describe the actions of the characters
My cousin I have an innocent and A cute, smart and lively cousin, he has a pair of big, watery eyes, and his dark eyes will spin in his eye sockets when he thinks about a problem.
When my cousin smiles, he can reveal a pair of white and neat teeth, which is very interesting.
I like him very much.
My cousin lives at grandma’s house.
Once, he told his grandma that he liked little tabby cats.
Grandma loves her cousin very much and listens to everything he says.
Then he told me to take good care of my cousin and go to the street to buy a little cat.
Grandma bought back a lively and beautiful little tabby cat.
My cousin jumped for joy when he saw the lively and cute little cat. He quickly ran to his grandmother, played with the cute little cat, stroked it gently, and sang in his mouth. Beautiful little cat song.
At this time, the little cat scratched his cousin's pants with his claws.
Grandpa saw it, picked up the little cat and threw it away.
My cousin burst into tears when he saw it, and said: "Grandpa, you are bad. The little cat is not sensible. You have to educate it. How can you throw it away? I am not sensible, so you throw it away too." Me? Look how pitiful it is!" Everyone laughed after hearing this.
Grandpa quickly picked up the little cat and said to his cousin: "Yes, the kitten is ignorant, my brother educates it!" Another time, my cousin was playing in the house, and he didn't listen to his grandma. He wanted to play with his bicycle, but he accidentally overturned the bicycle and his fingers were pinched. He quickly opened his fingers and burst into tears.
At this time, grandma heard the crying and ran out of the room. Seeing this scene, she was angry and funny, so she ignored him.
He stopped crying for a while and peeked through his fingers to see if grandma was paying attention to him.
He found that grandma ignored him, walked to grandma and laughed.
My cousin is so funny and cute! I like him very much. A composition describing the actions and expressions of characters! ! About 400 words! ! It’s urgent, I need it tonight! ...
My friend When I was in fourth grade in Guangdong, I had a friend who loved to criticize.
Her pair of smart and keen little eyes are embedded in her melon-shaped face, and there is a small cherry mouth under her small and exquisite nose, which makes her look very lively and cute.
A unique bow is tied on a high ponytail.
She is from Sichuan and likes to eat chili.
One of her biggest hobbies is to find fault.
She is the hygienist in the class. She has to take care of whose nails or hair should be cut. She also takes care of the hairpins worn by girls whose color does not match their skin color.
Some people said: "You are too lenient!" But she took good care of it, so she became recognized in the class as: "The king of faultfinders.
" She Not only are we in the same class as me, but we are also at the same table and neighbors.
So the thorns that have been picked out for me are countless.
In a Chinese class, the teacher handed out the test papers for next month, wow! I got 100 points, which made me ecstatic.
Just after class, the "King of Critics" took my test paper. She scanned it at a glance, then her sharp little eyes focused on one place, and she hurriedly said to the teacher: "This is You made a mistake on the question.
"The teacher took a look at the test paper and said, "You are right, it was the teacher's negligence.
"My test paper suddenly changed." Scored 99 points.
Soon my family moved to Shanghai.
At the end of the semester, the exam was over, and I set off with my family that afternoon.
One day not long after I arrived in Shanghai, I received a courier from Guangdong. When I opened it and saw the three eye-catching characters at the bottom of the home page - the name "King of Criticisms" first caught my eye.
I thought to myself, why did this "King of Finger-pickers" pursue me all the way to Shanghai?
Let’s read the letter first. I read it carefully: "Ah, Bao, congratulations! You passed the double hundred test at the end of the semester.
The teacher and everyone miss you very much. I've found the most faults for you, please don't hate me..." After reading the letter and looking at the test papers and certificates, I couldn't help but shed tears and thought to myself: I should really thank the "King of Faults", if not She usually helps me correct so many mistakes, but it’s hard to achieve the good results I have today.
Now, I often think of this good partner. With such a friend, I will progress faster.