Wang Jie: Wang Jie always looks like a lady when eating, even if he is holding a steamed stuffed bun in his hand.
look! Wang Jie gently touched the lower end of the steamed stuffed bun with her three white and round fingers, and talked to the opposite person with a smile, eating like a chicken pecking rice in small bites. It took a long time to wipe out a steamed stuffed bun that was not too big. Perhaps feeling a little thirsty, she slowly picked up the toilet paper put aside and wiped the fingertips of the three fingers who had just taken the steamed stuffed bun, then held the bowl edge with both hands, cocked her little finger and ring finger, slightly opened her red lips and slowly took a sip.
Sensing my eyes, Wang Jie turned around and gave me a slight smile, while carefully putting the bowl back in its original place. After eating slowly for a while, she was the last in the class, but she was not in a hurry. She took out a new paper towel and wiped her mouth, then slowly left with a plate.
Zhang Hong: If Wang Jie is a lady fan, then Zhang Hong is a chivalrous woman fan. Every time Zhang Hong eats, it's like a war. It seems that he is "gameover" after a second delay.
Although the school steamed bread is not big, it is not small either, but Zhang Hong's steamed bread is half as small as it is. Spoons don't stop, and spoons are delivered to the mouth. My cheeks are stuffed with food and shake from time to time. In addition, the two apples on my cheeks look a bit like a squirrel eating.
Because he was in a hurry to eat, he was inevitably choked. Zhang Hong was always busy pouring the bowl into his mouth with one hand, holding it in a fist with the other hand, and pounding his chest in a hurry. After a gust of wind swept away the clouds, the plate was clean, leaving only some soup. As soon as it was done, Zhang Hong strode away eagerly with the plate.
Grade 3: Gopher Head (Wu) (this article comes from the original composition library:). 2. Pay attention to detail description, and the narrative is not less than 8 words.
A person with distinctive features has a pair of black cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue trousers with flowers, a neat yellow overalls on his upper body, a small yellow hat on his head, and a simple face under his hat ... Have you ever noticed that these cleaning aunts waving brooms and sweeping away dust in the street, no matter whether it is cold or hot? And I saw, saw the most beautiful in the hot sun and rain-they are hardworking, simple and selfless ...-Inscription There are some happy people in the world, who interpret their most selfless side with other people's smiles. They sweat and bury their leisure, turn it into seeds, grow flowers and fragrance, and add a touch of beauty to other people's lives. They are so small, but they are so noble. They are cleaners. During the summer vacation, the sun gave heat to the earth without reservation. People sweated like rain, and the cold drink shop in front of the door became an ocean. I squeezed in like a weak sardine, and finally "grabbed" an ice cream. These days, I carried out holiday team activities, but I was guilty. I felt a sense of accomplishment when I licked the cold taste. Perhaps it was a conditioned reflex, and I saw the underground littering everywhere. I also casually threw the packing bag. I sat on the bench in front of the door, sorting out the activity notes and materials. After a while, the talents at the entrance of the cold drink shop were exhausted, leaving behind the plastic packing bag all over the street. At this time, a cleaner aunt who was about forty years old, with a dim face and dry hair, was waving a broom. Sweep people's littered bags into the cleaning car silently. "Yi, Yi, Yi ..." The friction between the broom and the ground pierced my heart like a needle. At this time, my heart was touched, my face was on fire, but I didn't know what to do, so I stared at the cleaner in a daze. At this moment, a burst of footsteps sounded, and a pair of people. When I grow up, I can only sweep the street like this cleaner ... "Aunt cleaner seems to have heard something, with her head down and saying nothing, just waving a broom." Pa ",a cigarette butt fell on the ground just swept." Please don't spit everywhere, please respect other people's work. "Aunt cleaner stopped her work and politely reminded the spitter. The man glanced at the cleaner disdainfully." Sweep the floor, please. Don't you just sweep the floor? What's the big deal? Besides, what respect do you want from a sweeper? Joke! " Looking at my aunt's distant back, I feel very bad. Cleaning workers are human beings and have self-esteem. Why should they be humiliated like this? Day after day, year after year, they silently dedicated themselves in that humble post. In summer, when we were still enjoying the coolness at home, they stuck to their posts in the hot summer. They never seemed to be afraid of the warmth of the sun and the pungent smell of garbage. Beads of sweat on their faces were so crystal clear under the sunlight. In winter, when we were still enjoying the warmth at home, they picked up every piece with frozen hands in the cold. The heart is kind. It doesn't take much to learn to respect them. A grateful smile and an approving look will bring them great comfort. Every day, sitting in the car and walking by the road, you can see them wearing orange clothes and waving mops and brooms in the street, wiping off the dirt on the street and making Binhai New Area clean, tidy and radiant. The dirt and discarded debris left on the ground by every citizen, They will clean up at the first time, leaving a clean and bright road. When the weather is not beautiful, it is also the busiest time for them to work. The mud stains, rain and snow water left on the ground are cleaned over and over again. The cleaners we see in our daily life are all grandfathers and grandmothers. They are old, but they have made great contributions to the cleanliness of the city and streets with the spirit of not being old. We need to learn and admire more. They have paid so much, but they have become a role that people often ignore. Here, I want to impress your heart with my words: the city belongs to all of us, and only when we all join hands with the cleaners to safeguard our home, will our home be more beautiful; Our life will be better! They are beauticians in the city, but also beauticians in the mind; It is a laborer who creates a beautiful home, and it is also a living Lei Feng in real life! The sun's rays hung over aunt cleaner's body and made her face red. Ah, I suddenly found that she was so tall and beautiful. 3. Description of the details of the characters, 8 words
My father
My black hair is mixed with a few white hairs, his face is a little black, but his eyes are bright, that is my father.
Dad is forty years old, but he is still childlike.
When I was in the fourth grade, I learned to play yo-yo by chance, so I bought one and went home to finish my homework.
At this moment, my father saw that I was having such a good time and even wanted to have a try, so he said to me, "Son, lend your father a play." So, I handed the yo-yo to my father. Dad couldn't play at first, and the ball was always out of control, and he didn't learn it after a long time. Dad looked very anxious, so I said to him, "Wait for the yo-yo to slide to the bottom, and then pull it up." Dad tried it a few times and learned several tricks such as "sleeping" and "walking the dog"!
The more dad plays, the more addicted he becomes. The more he plays, the more interested he becomes. He doesn't want to put it down for a while. My mother looked at my father's playful manner and said, "I'm 4 years old, and my son is almost 12 years old, but I still look like an old urchin!"
""haha ... "There was a burst of happy laughter at home.
Dad not only has a childlike innocence, but also takes his work very seriously.
A few days ago, a computer was installed in Dad's office, and many games were installed in it!
I really want to have a good time. As it happens, my father is going to the office today, and I quickly begged my father to agree. I didn't expect him to say to me sternly, "How did you learn to take advantage of the public at an early age?" I ran into my room angrily, slammed the door hard, and scolded my father's back: "stubborn old man!"
"I didn't expect my father never came back after he left, so I had to go to bed.
In the middle of the night, I woke up and went to the toilet. I saw the light in the study was on. It turned out that my father was writing materials, and the wastebasket beside the desk was full. His head was sweaty. He found me, looked at me with bloodshot eyes and said, "Go to sleep quickly, there will be a class tomorrow." I knew my father's stubborn temper, so I had to say, "Dad, you should go to sleep quickly." I went to bed.
but I can't sleep for a long time. The moon, walking in the sky, the stars, blinking naughtily, while my father is still writing that material.
I am proud that I have a father who is "always playing with children", who is conscientious and has a clear distinction between public and private affairs. 4. 8 words on the topic of "details"
Two essays on the same topic "Details" Author: Anonymous article Source: Unknown number of hits: 28 Update time: April 22, 26 The first beauty flashes in the details.
-Inscription 1 She turned around, smiled gently and turned away again. A small detail, like a butterfly's transparent and delicate wings gently flapping my eyes.
The corner of her eyes bent downward was filled with the light that was about to flow out, and I remembered that moment's expression. It was a gentle and restrained eye, reminiscent of the slightly wet wind in the south of the Yangtze River, mottled dreams in the morning and a bowl of millet porridge with lotus leaf fragrance.
it's not fancy, it's not ostentatious, and it's written down as soon as the sweet and waxy eyes flow. Yes, details, a casual expression, an imperceptible look, and those who appreciate it will become a treasure when they are dug up.
when I closed my eyes, my eyes flooded again at that moment, accompanied by lingering wind and meticulous carving. All gentle, moist and beautiful intentions are laid out with this detail.
it means "green willows and green flowers are raining for three feet, and cherry red breaks a flute"; It is "the flowers fade away, the red apricots are small, when the swallows fly, the green water people go around"; It's "the rain hits the windowsill wet" ... The blue wall is like a pencil's thin outline. The freshly dyed wax cloth hangs in the air and makes a heavy sound. The vermilion barrel with copper hoop pours water like a waterfall, and the strong tea scattered with chrysanthemum flowers gives off overlapping water vapor. All this flowed in her eyes at that moment, quietly, with the air that time and space stopped being carefree.
is it Jiangnan? Is it running water? Is it gentle? Is it meticulous? There is no need to answer more and no one will answer. Such details are the white flowers blooming in the lush greenery, which exude a gentle fragrance, and he only waits for it to be picked by a willing heart.
when the second CD rotates, it makes a rustling sound, like a green bug flapping its wings. Music immediately flowed out, turned into smoke and dust, and spread around.
This is dvorak's scherzo in G major. Too many people talk about it as beautiful as the main melody of silk, and now I close my eyes, give ear slightly, and breathe slowly ... A small detail, like tiny and clear dust in the sunshine through the skylight in the afternoon, which brushed my ears and touched me warmly and softly.
is a short triplet after the first theme. They use the fluent violin timbre to interpret, with a happy and fresh smile, like the blonde hair of an Irish girl dancing in the sun.
I wonder what kind of mood dvorak had when he wrote this string of imperceptible notes. It must be a kind of loving touch, as if the sun is shining, the clouds are light and the wind is clear, and the transparent wind is blowing on the mint-colored grass. Only you know the happiness in your heart.
Yes, the details. I seem to see dvorak's knowing smile. People with a heart have noticed it, but it is only a tacit pleasure. I think of some colorful bubbles rising slowly, a delicate flower blossoming among the lingering air, a sky touched by a bird, a lingering wind, and a group of swimming fish … all these are brought by that series of small triplets.
This kind of detail is the silver scraps falling from the center of the church zenith with the light, which are small but shining, and they are only waiting for you. Three women's cheongsam styles are varied, and the graceful and tactful lines of women are outlined. Women walk and shake at one step, which is a landscape.
but I caught such a detail: the small slit at the edge of the cheongsam skirt. This design, whether intentional or not, whether anyone pays attention to it or not, has indeed become a pearl in the crown of cheongsam.
In the twenties and thirties, an open and closed border, women wearing cheongsam was the first memory of that era, and cheongsam became a symbol of that era. This is a bridge, connecting the formality and rigidity of the flag-bearer's clothes and the unknown era of opening up in the future.
The women in the boudoir came out, cautious, shy and hesitant, like a cordate telosma blooming alone at night. The separation of cheongsam just happens to reflect this kind of ambiguous feelings in the details.
Women are walking, and the smooth skin on their calves appears and disappears from time to time, which is another kind of amorous feelings that they want to say goodbye, but they do not lose the reserved solemnity of Shenhua. The women in Zhang Ailing's novels are all dressed in cheongsam. They run between war and peace, between joys and sorrows, and between the stories of each year.
Such a detail is a teardrop on a cloud, waiting for the gentle care and sigh of a willing heart. Four details, is a flash of subway, is a fluent and clear rain, is a bird flapping its wings, is a stranger's eye eyebrow angle expression ... It needs people to touch, appreciate and feel with a meticulous and patient attitude.
I was moved and earnest when I chewed them carefully, so I wrote it down, wrote it down, treasured it, and tasted it alone. Then, you will find that the original real beauty is to shine in the details.
Comments: Three fragments and three details are really due to her careful consideration and clever choice. The exquisite expression and beautiful language style are in high harmony with the atmosphere of the described object and the author's intention, which should be an ideal "aestheticism" of the author. Details, after all, are details, the key is "fine", and the elements are "moved" or "moved" and "touched".
But if you want to "touch" yourself and want to "touch" others, you have to rely on the power of description. The little author did it very successfully.
(Yan Hua Yin) Did you see the second article? Did you hear that? Maybe you are boring to do "head-on" exercise with toes and stones, and you are absent-minded and don't pay attention at all. Maybe you are carefully conceiving a beautiful lie, a successful prologue, and then cleverly avoiding asking your parents how you did in the exam when they opened the door.
maybe you do.