1. Please write an essay about the detailed description of character movements
When I was a child, I was obsessed with watermelons. Now that I have grown up, sometimes I really miss that chilling feeling. The shadows of melons from street stalls or screens come into view, and the moment of eating melons in childhood comes to mind:
In summer, the remaining light of the sun sinks into the sky, and the heat gradually disappears. Under the blowing of the evening breeze, people's spirits are particularly comfortable. At this time, the fragrance of watermelon filled the streets, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, vaguely present and sometimes absent. I (about five or six years old) clasped my knees with my hands, squatting on the small bench like a cat chasing a mouse, staring at the watermelon spinning up and down in the water with my small black eyes. Through the water, the sweat on the face has long dried, and one by one, like a waterfall, hangs in the distance. Mosquitoes "swim" around my ears, and I don't care at all. Under a bright smiling face, there is an expectant heart waiting for the sweetness of the melon bag.
When the watermelon is cut into pieces, you can see the watermelon seeds embedded in the red flesh like black pearls; the flesh is slightly cool; the juice flows down the mirror-like surface of the melon. , one drop, two drops; the texture of the melon surface is like the finely drawn lines on the surface of colored porcelain...
The happiest moment is: holding the iced watermelon in your hands, and there seems to be a cold current flowing through your body. drift.
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2. A 500-word essay describing the details of a character’s actions
My cousin
I have an innocent, cute, smart and lively cousin. He has a pair of big, watery eyes, and when he is thinking about a problem, his dark eyes will spin in his eye sockets. 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. He told me to keep an eye on 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 with 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 beautiful little cat songs. 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. When my cousin saw it, he cried loudly and said, "Grandpa, you are evil. The little cat is not sensible. You have to educate it. How can you throw it away? I am not sensible. Are you going to throw me away too? Look at how much it is." How pitiful!" 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, but he didn't listen to his grandma. He wanted to play with the 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. 3. Looking for a character description essay, 600 words, more detailed description, 20 points will be added if you are satisfied
Familiar faces
The setting sun exudes an alluring light, like a Chu Chu A touching woman, extremely beautiful.
At that intersection, there was a familiar figure, stalwart and tall. That was my mother. My mother was as strong and brave as other people’s fathers. (Note: Mom is 1.74 meters tall).
I, who love to keep my head down, didn’t find my mother standing there waiting for me until I was almost at the intersection. I don’t know how long my mother had been waiting, but there was no trace of impatience on her face. She was more waiting for her children to come back. The contentment of home.
At that moment, I thought that in the past, my mother always waited for me to come back at the entrance of the village, and I had never seen a brief moment of impatience between her eyebrows. I also thought of the future, and my mother would still stand at the intersection like a sculpture. , looking up at me returning from the distance.
I don’t know if it was joy or impulsiveness, but I ran over, took my mother’s hand, and ran home. Unexpectedly, suddenly, my mother “wrestled” away from my hand like a smooth fish. Then, slowly, fell to the ground.
Now that I think about it, I feel indescribable. Maybe it was because of my slow reaction that I couldn't hold my mother immediately, so I just stood there stupidly...
My mother was like a poor angel, suddenly broken. I lost my wings and fell into the world. After my mother got up, she gave me an old smile. She was so old that I could do nothing. "Hey, I am old and useless." This sentence sunk in my heart like a stone. My mother's hand was bleeding. Although it was just a scratch, my mother's injury became a pain in my heart. She brushed off the dirt on her trouser legs, smiled, and then led me towards home. The moment I looked up at my mother, I saw that on her forehead, the cumbersome wrinkles were like criss-crossing ravines, loose and drooping. Upward, there were dazzling white hair, like silver threads, following the rhythm of the wind. sway. In an instant, my heart was twisted very, very tightly, so tight that it was suffocating...
It turns out that my mother is really old.
I have always regarded my mother as the sun, because my mother's love is as blazing as the sun; I have always regarded my mother as a mountain, because my mother's love is as majestic as a mountain; I have always regarded my mother as the sea, because my mother's Love is as big as the ocean, but now, mother is really old.
Through my mother's eyes, I saw the afterglow of the setting sun again, as if I had been in another world, turned upside down, and unable to live in peace.
Source: Edu Composition Network original article author: Xiang Jiao 4. Composition describing the details of people’s movements
1. Detailed description: childhood past events When I was a child, I was obsessed with watermelons. Now I have grown up. Wow, sometimes I really miss that chilling feeling.
The shadows of melons from street stalls or screens come into view, and the moment of eating melons in childhood comes to mind again: In summer, the light of the remaining days sinks into the sky, and the heat gradually disappears. Under the blowing of the evening breeze, people's spirits are particularly comfortable.
At this time, the fragrance of watermelon filled the street, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes absent. I (about five or six years old) clasped my knees with my hands, squatting on the small bench like a cat chasing a mouse, staring at the watermelon spinning up and down in the water with my small black eyes.
Through the water, the sweat on the face has long dried, and one by one, like a waterfall, hangs in the "Mianchuan". Mosquitoes "swim" around my ears, and I don't care at all.
Under a bright smiling face, there is an expectant heart waiting for the sweetness of the melon bag. When the watermelon is cut into pieces, you can see the watermelon seeds embedded in the red flesh like black pearls; the flesh is slightly cool; the juice flows down the mirror-like surface of the melon, one drop, two drops; The texture of the surface is like the finely drawn lines on the surface of colored porcelain... The happiest moment is when I hold the iced watermelon in my hands, and there seems to be a cold current flowing back and forth throughout my body.
2. The sweet mud is yellow and flying. The northwest wind is howling, and the remaining snow is rolling on the road. Although spring has begun, it is still very cold.
She was leaning against a poplar tree in front of the school, motionless, like a snow sculpture. There was a sharp ringing of an electric bell.
Her dim eyes shone with eager light. A group of singing children stepped out of the school gate without her son; another group of chatting and laughing children stepped onto the road without her son... The figures were sparse, scattered, and gone.
The big squeaking iron gate locked the silent campus. She felt dizzy and could hardly stand, so she stumbled forward, holding on to the iron bars with both hands and shaking them vigorously.
"What are you doing?" The old man in the reception room came out with a sullen look on his face. "Liang! My little Liang!" It sounded like panting, but also like crying.
"School is over." "I know... I know..." She murmured in a low voice with dull eyes, lowered her head feebly, slowly let go of her hand, and took out the A tightly wrapped candy with body temperature: "Uncle, please... give it to the child."
"What's your name?" "Wang Xiaoliang." "What grade and class are you in?" "Today, It’s just my eighth birthday.”
“I’m asking what grade and class you are in.” The old man was a little impatient.
"Oh... probably..." She shook her head in panic again. The old man looked at the nervous woman strangely: "Who are you?" His answer was tears welling up in his eyes and his figure stumbling away.
The old man sighed in confusion, seeming to understand something.
In the afternoon, the bag of candy finally reached Wang Xiaoliang, the second grader in the second class.
The child was very surprised. He had not tasted his favorite toffee for a long time. He rubbed his little hands back and forth on his clothes, thought for a moment, and gave one to each child with a smile, two to his close friends, and five to the teacher respectfully.
"Eat!" He shouted and jumped happily, even shaking off the old shoe with its mouth open. The classmates shared the joy with him amidst laughter. Only the teacher quietly turned his back... After school, Xiaoliang was still immersed in joy and skipped towards his home.
Suddenly, he stopped and touched the remaining candies in his pocket that he was reluctant to eat. A feeling of fear came over him. He seemed to see again: the current mother raised her thin eyebrows and whispered something in his father's ear, and his father grabbed a stick and walked towards him menacingly.
He was stunned, not knowing what to do. He patted his pocket hard, but it didn't work. It looked bulging.
He lowered his little head, sucked his fingers, thought for a long time, looked around and saw no one around, quickly buried the candy in the snow pile on the roadside, and specially inserted a small stick. That night, Xiaoliang slept very soundly and sweetly.
He dreamed that his mother in the past came back with a smile, and his current mother left with her head hanging down. He was so happy. The next day, Xiaoliang woke up very early.
As usual, he emptied out and rinsed the family's bedpans, washed rice, added water, stoked the fire, and sat on the pot. Then he put on his schoolbag and took a cold steamed bun and quietly slipped out. He wants to dig out his candy quickly.
Unexpectedly, the ground temperature rose overnight, the ice and snow melted, and the syrup and snow water mixed together and seeped into the earth. Lying on the damp ground were a few crumpled candy wrappers and the small stick as a marker.
Xiao Liang blinked his eyes and couldn't help but shed tears. He squatted on the ground sadly and stared blankly.
After a while, he couldn't help but stretched out his frozen little fingers, picked up a bit of soil and put it on the tip of his tongue - He smiled again: That soil is so sweet. Summarize several common detailed descriptions: (1) Detailed description of portraits, that is, detailed descriptions of portraits.
For example, in "Dad's Keeper", the portrait description of the patient is a detail. It's this detail that drives the plot.
(2) Detailed description of language, that is, a careful description of a typical language of the character. For example, in "Lu Tiha Punches to Suppress Guanxi", after Luda beat Zhen Guanxi to death, he faked his death. This is a linguistic detail that illustrates Luda's bold and witty character.
(3) Action details description, that is, an in-depth and detailed description of the characters’ typical actions. For example, in the passage about Luda borrowing silver to help Jin and his daughter in "Lu Tiha Punches Guanxi", the verbs used vividly show the different personalities of the three people.
(4) Detailed description of psychological activities, that is, detailed description of the characters’ psychological activities. For example, in the article "Dad's Caregiver", the description of the psychological activities of the young Sisiro after seeing his "father" become seriously ill can very well express the young man's excellent qualities of caring for his parents.
(5) Detailed description of expression changes, that is, a detailed description of the changing process of the character's expression. In the article "Seven Matches", the description of the change in the unknown soldier's expression after he handed the match to Lu Jinyong is a detail worth savoring.
(6) Detailed description of clothing, that is, a detailed description of the character's clothing. The professional characteristics of the person can be seen through the clothing description, and at the same time, the personality characteristics beyond the professional characteristics can also be seen. This is a good detailed description of clothing.
(7) Detailed description of things, that is, a detailed description of the development and change process of a certain thing. For example, in. 5. Detailed description of the character's movements
I immediately stretched out my hand and broke one of the butterfly's wing bones, then threw the wind wheel to the ground and crushed it.
Regardless of age or strength, he was no match for me. Of course I won a complete victory, so I walked out proudly, leaving him standing in the hut in despair.
---Lu Xun He was already in the living room, and his clothes were all wrinkled. I suddenly yelled at him: Why don't you take off your clothes and go to bed? ! After yelling, I stupidly realized, why did I forget to help him take off his clothes before going to bed? I turned around with great shame and got him a comb to comb his hair. He sat down obediently and let me help him arrange his short black hair. I soaked the towel in water and wiped his face awkwardly and stiffly, shaving off the new hair. Growing beard.
---- He climbed on it with both hands and retracted his feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort. At this time, I saw his back, and my tears It flowed down quickly. I quickly wiped away my tears.
Afraid of him seeing it, and also afraid of others seeing it. When I looked outside again, he had already hugged the scarlet orange and walked back.
When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked up the oranges and walked away. When I got here, I quickly went to help him.
He walked with me to the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So he puffed away the dirt on his clothes, feeling very relaxed.
--- There are many people flying kites in the square, some standing, some sitting, and some running. I saw them all looking up with their mouths open, holding the spool in one hand and pulling the long line in the other, staring closely at the kite they were flying. 6. Composition on the details of character movements
In grade X, I participated in a calligraphy interest group. Under the guidance of my tutor, I picked up a brush dipped in black juice for the first time. Follow the tutor's instructions: when holding a pen, place your index finger and middle finger on the outside of the pen holder, and your fingertip and little finger on the inside of the pen holder. I started writing carefully one stroke at a time. One point, one horizontal, one vertical, one stroke. But it doesn't look like words at all. It's clearly a random drawing by a three-year-old child. One point, it is a big thick ink ball; one horizontal point, it is curved like a small snake; one vertical point, it is as thick as the legs and feet of an elephant in art; one stroke, it is even more outrageous, like a handful that has been discarded long ago. bald broom. I looked at my "masterpiece" and couldn't laugh or cry. These strokes are written in uneven heights, and the strokes are not symmetrical, let alone any frame structure. But the tutor said: "You wrote well! It seems that you have a lot of potential for training. If you practice hard, you will definitely be successful in the future."
Whenever I have free time every day, my father asks me to teach him how to spin a hula hoop. I held the hoop and demonstrated it to him repeatedly. I swung my body back and forth, and while twisting, I said, "Well, it's just like dancing. The waist should be twisted and the hips should be swayed evenly. Try to make the frequency of the body rotation consistent with the frequency of the hoop. The circle will not fall off."
Dad followed my example and twisted. It looked ugly and illegal. The more I saw something was wrong, the more I became anxious, so I decided to teach it in a stupid way. I held his waist with my hands and shook him like a mill. Shaking and shaking, I couldn't help but twist. One was fat, the other was thin, one was tall and the other was short. We were so tired that we looked like we were fished out of the water, all wet and stained with sweat.
Don’t tell me, this method is really effective, dad can actually spin in circles. I was "teaching" on the side: "Look for the feeling quickly, and you will learn it when you find the feeling." I saw my father conveying it, half-squinting his eyes and grinning, looking leisurely and contented, as if he was really looking for the feeling... …
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.. 7. I beg for an essay that describes the characteristics of the characters ~ 500 words
Every morning at seven o'clock, the familiar footsteps and the loud shout of "Milk is coming!" will always be heard in the corridor. When this sound rang, I knew the milkman was coming, so I would get up from bed and open the door. The milkman was very ordinary, an uncle in his 50s. The uncle had dark skin. , one can tell at a glance that it is the result of being exposed to the wind and sun for many years; under his gray hair, there is a pair of small but bright eyes. But they remain deeply in my mind because of his milk flow. It is strong and fragrant, so residents on many floors have ordered milk-flowing ones. One of them is on the sixth floor. The subscriber on the sixth floor is our home, which is on the 12th floor. I went up and down without taking anything. We are so tired, not to mention that the milk bottles are round and slippery. If you are not careful, you will break several bottles. Winter snow covers the earth, everything is covered with silver fashion, and the long and lonely winter has arrived early. But No matter it's windy or snowing, that uncle will always come to deliver milk. In the early morning, it's still as cold as usual. "Ding Ling" the doorbell rang again. I still wanted to sleep in bed, but I had to open the door, rascal. , I slowly went to open the door. When I opened the door, I saw him standing at the door as usual, with a smile on his face, wearing a black coat, and deep wrinkles on his forehead, as if he could catch mosquitoes, but like this She looked very energetic. I took the milk bottle casually, but the bottle fell heavily to the ground. I said to myself in disappointment: "Hey, today's milk flow is in vain!" "The uncle said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I will replenish one bottle today for free." I took the milk and said thank you. It was another cold windy morning, and the uncle came to deliver milk again. He carefully handed the flowing milk to me. When I took the milk bottle, I found that his hands had been cracked by the ruthless cold wind. His skin was like the bark of an old pine tree, wrinkled and with lines. His hair was trembling slightly due to the cold wind, and I saw his mouth trembling. It was obvious that he was very cold, even though he was still smiling. I asked him: "It's so cold, why don't you wear gloves? How about I Ask dad to give you a pair? "He pointed to the bottle as he spoke: "Look, there is a layer of ice beads on the outside of this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will slip off easily, and I am used to it." When he left, I took advantage of him not paying attention and took Dad's The black gloves were gently placed in his box. Another early morning, "Sending milk!" "I called the door and saw that the hands were wearing black gloves. The other person was smiling. Of course, I was also smiling happily in my heart.
8. A 600-word essay describing a person at the bottom of the class. It is not easy to write about him, with detailed descriptions
I would rather be dirty than Wan Jiajie. There are many, many people I admire, such as the People's Liberation Army, doctors,... but What I admire the most is the cleaners who clean the house in obscurity every day. Every morning, when people are still sleeping, the hard-working cleaners have already started their day's work. Some of them get up before five o'clock, taking the Pick up the broom and start working. No matter it’s windy or rainy, cold or hot, they clean the streets as always, and they never complain. When we live in a beautiful environment, have we ever thought about who created today’s environment for us? , who allows us to walk on clean roads every day. Cleaning workers selflessly dedicate themselves to us. They do not ask for high returns, but just let people live in a clean environment every day. If someone asks me: "Is it hot? ?" I replied without hesitation: "It's hot, it's so hot!" Many students bought some popsicles after school to relieve their fever and thirst. After returning home, most of them turned on the air conditioner and slept comfortably. The only cleaner was already sweating. Their clothes were wet, and their faces were flushed red by the hot sun. Once, I went to school for duty, and the hot sun was scorching the earth, and I couldn't open my eyes. I saw a The cleaner aunt was cleaning the school. She picked up the broom and swept it up and down. The dust rose into her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and continued to sweep. Drops of crystal sweat flowed down her cheeks. The sweat Her clothes were soaked, but she didn't care. I was moved by this spirit and refused to leave. After sweeping the floor, her body was already covered with dust, so I walked back slowly. Another time, I went downstairs to play with my friends and was having fun. Suddenly I saw an aunt in a cleaner's uniform sweeping away the garbage on the road. She was holding a broom in one hand and a garbage box in the other. The sweeper looked at the cars coming from both directions from time to time, and I asked in my heart: Why does Auntie still go cleaning when it is so dangerous? I asked the aunt with this question, and the aunt said: "People nowadays are very unhygienic. They litter the road while driving. If they don't sweep away, other vehicles will run over them." ." At this moment, a car quickly threw a can from the window. Immediately, the car in the other lane made a "stab" sound. The can was crushed into a flat shape, and the cleaner had to step forward and sweep it away. , looking at the back of her going back and forth, I thought: People nowadays don’t know what happiness is. The cleaners work hard to clean, but many people litter, leaving the cleaners to risk their lives. It was dangerous to clean up. Later, I understood: the cleaning workers are doing it for our environment. They are selfless and unknown. They do not ask for anything in return, but in exchange for a better living environment for everyone. I would rather one person be dirty in exchange for thousands of homes being clean. .Although he is extraordinary, I admire his spirit of sacrificing himself and dedicating himself to others. In my eyes, they are noble people! An unforgettable little thing is another cold winter. Whenever I see the thick snow outside the door and the flying snowflakes in the sky, I will think of what happened on the way to school two years ago, that incident that changed my life. A little thing that I will never forget. It was a late winter evening, the north wind was howling, and the white snow covered the entire road to my hometown. The snowflakes in the sky were still hitting the ground. I squinted. Facing the biting north wind, he glared desperately at the rickety and worn-out bicycle beneath him as he hurried toward his hometown. There were few pedestrians on the road, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. He was approaching the big slope. At that moment, I rushed up the slope with all my strength. Just when I was about to reach the top of the slope, suddenly, there was a "click" and the bicycle chain got stuck on the rear axle. Then I was thrown down the slope heavily. My head was "buzzing" from the fall. After a few minutes, I slowly got up, enduring the pain all over my body, and limped to help the damn broken car. I pulled hard on the stuck chain with my hand, and pulled it more than a dozen times, but still could not pull the chain out. At this time, it was getting dark, and I looked around and realized that I was nowhere to go. , just when I was about to cry, two staggering figures came to me. "Young man, what's the matter?" I raised my head and looked around. It was an old man in his sixties and wearing a felt hat. Standing behind him "The bicycle chain is stuck," I sighed with a cry. "Don't worry, I'll take a look." After saying that, the old man squatted in front of the car. After a while, the bicycle was tamed by the old man. Okay. "Okay, young man, let's give it a try." The old man gasped and said. I took the bicycle and turned the rear wheel. It was really good.
It's okay. I said gratefully to the old man: "Thank you, uncle, thank you so much!" "Okay, young man, it's getting dark, and we have to hurry!" "Yeah" I said and got in the car. , at this time, the old aunt took a step forward and stopped in front of me. I hurriedly put up the car and went to pay for it, right? It costs money to repair the car. I saw the aunt took off her gloves and handed them to me and said: "Child, wear them." Put it on, don't freeze your hands." Suddenly, my face was extremely hot. "No, aunt..." At this time, I realized that my gloves had been blown away by the wind when I was repairing the car. "Take it, young man." The old man took the glove from the old woman's hand and gave it to me. "Thank you, old man and aunt! Thank you, old man and aunt! How can I thank you?" "Stop it, young man! Let's get on with it." It's important! My family is waiting for you!" I don't know when my eyes filled with tears. I got on the car and ran away. From time to time, the old lady's warm and friendly voice came from behind: "Young man, It's dark and the road is slippery, please slow down..." I don't know when tears filled my eyes again. I looked back from time to time and cast a grateful look at the two old people. Afterwards, I stayed too long on the slope where I "accidented" I never met those two old people again. Near our home, there was an old man who repaired bicycles. He pitched a tent on the roadside and lived there. His only possessions were bicycle repair tools and a few items. Worn clothes. He was skinny and skinny, and his clothes were a little yellow. This ordinary but seemingly extraordinary appearance left a deep impression on me. Every time I went to and from school, I saw him sitting by the roadside, with his laptop in front of him. I was wearing a sign that said "Bicycle Repair" and was waiting for someone who needed repairs. One day, my bicycle broke down, the tires were punctured by nails, and the body of the car was scratched "all over." At that time, I immediately thought An old man setting up a stall on the roadside.