The high threshold of writing portraits is to delineate and show the soul. Lu Xun once aspired to paint the "living souls" of Chinese nationals, and Lev Tolstoy, in order to write about Maslova's soul and outline the inner world of Maslova's life in prison, corrected Maslova's physical description twenty times.
Second, the description of appearance should not be formulaic, face. The first is that it is not possible to make a decision on what to do, but it is possible to make a decision on how to do it. But the human heart and does not diverge, the surface is beautiful not necessarily beautiful heart, and, "know people know the face do not know the heart". The appearance of bad guys written in excellent works is not always beautiful and handsome; the bad guys written are not always palsy, blind or lame. For example, the middle-aged gadfly in The Gadfly is lame and has a knife wound on his face. The hero of Fadeev's The Destroyer, Lefensen, is short and has a slightly curved back. All this shows that even when a writer depicts a beloved character, he or she does not "facepalm" the character, but severely respects the reality of life. In writing critical characters, sometimes often with the appearance of beauty to contrast the ugly character's mind, such as "elimination" in the back of the character Meitik, he is elegant, firm defection. The Red Chamber of Wang Xifeng beautiful and ugly, but poisonous and ruthless.
Example: Wang Jiaxin's goose egg-shaped face waxed yellow, like a sick old woman. Two thick braids follow the round face, like two black snakes coiled around a pineapple. When angry, the corners of the mouth gently trembling, mouth half-open, chest with a volatile, eyes flashing a can not be suppressed Nuwa, teeth clenched grating sound, like an enraged lion. Originally, the face as earth-colored face rose red, head flung, threw out a curse words, echoed over the campus ......
1) words describing the appearance of the characters
tiger head tiger brain thieving eyebrows rat eyes face red ears red white net delicate full of red
full head of silver hair eye gleaming eyes such as the pool fire eyes golden eyes Thick eyebrows and big eyes
Kind eyes, kind eyes, coy eyes, short and lanky, spirited, well-dressed
(2) Words describing the expression of a character
Frowning, smiling, laughing, hilarious, beaming
Smug and amiable, relaxed, glowing, radiant, alive
Impatient, miserable, downcast
Tearful, miserable, downcast, and downcast
Aggravated, sad. Tears streaming down her face
(3) Words describing a character's state of mind
Heart blossomed, full of joy, returning to her heart, open-hearted, rugged
Convinced, preoccupied, worried, wrung out, ecstatic
Angry, in a state of shock, in a state of panic, in a state of anxiety, in a state of anxiety, in a state of dismay
(4) Sentences describing a character
She had a face with a pair of young, young, young eyes. face has a pair of beautiful eyes with a childish look, decorated by long eyelashes, like two crystal grapes.
The boy's black tiger's head-like face was born with a pair of big, copper-bell ordinary eyes, very carnal.
His eyebrows were sometimes tightly furrowed, and his brow formed a question mark; sometimes pleasantly stretched, like a sign of emotion.
His reddish face shone like a ripe apple in September.
His ears were white and red, with clear whorls and well-proportioned rims, like a work of art.
Her small mouth contains a rich expression: when happy, skimming the mouth, play a ghost face; angry, pouting mouth can hang a small oil pot. The words that come out of this mouth can sometimes make people angry and sob, and sometimes make people laugh.
Teacher Li has a beautiful head of hair, black, shiny, thick and dense, she stood in the sun, quietly shook his head, the hair will flash colorful halo.
My classmate, Xiao Hong, wore a big braid, black and shiny, thick eyebrows embedded in a pair of big black eyes, looks quite beautiful.
Xiaohong is sitting facing the window, the afternoon sunlight on her round face, making her cheeks more and more pale; her hand holding the pen resting on her cheeks, her eyes wide open in the sockets, the crystal eyes slowly swimming, full chin gently upward - this is whenever she came up with a more ingenious way to deal with a mathematical problem for the The demeanor that math teachers know and love.
Whenever I was doing my homework, the rustling of my pencil tip sounded as if a bird was singing to me, and as if it was inspiring me, "You must not be afraid of difficulties and climb to the top."
She stood up and replied so precisely, so naturally, so fluently, as if she had been prepared.
She read aloud in a rhythmic fashion, with a beautiful, colorful accent that moved the audience.
He was a naughty boy, reading too fast, chopping and snapping, like frying peanuts.
Juanjuan recited the text in Mandarin, the sound is brittle, very difficult to hear, even the sun also listened to the fascination, secretly drilled from the window into the classroom, fell on her book, long unwilling to part.
I read the book greedily, as if a hungry lamb intruded into the grass tender green meadow.
She drilled into the vast sea of books, like a fish into the sea, forgetting the passage of time.
He barely beat up the flesh, opened the book, and at first felt a line of words underneath the activity, like to fly; and later felt just a blurred piece, like a nest of ants crawling on the paper.
He buried his head again to write homework, the house is noisy, only hear the sound of the pen in the paper rustle writing.
The students sat in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher, like dozens of flowers in a row to accept the watering of the diligent gardener.
Luangluang's reading sound flies out from each classroom, like a moving children's voice big solo, notes all over the sky.
Good Sentence:
The sky is full of red clouds, the sea is full of golden waves, and the red sun is like a furnace of boiling steel, spewing out golden light.
In the evening, the sun was like a new bride who had just gone out, shyly showing half her face.
The sun set, and its extraordinarily strong light radiated from the treetops, coloring the white clouds in blood and the green hills in blood.
The sun gradually through the clouds, revealing a long swollen red face, like a bashful little girl watching the earth.
Glorious sunlight through the gaps between the leaves, through the early fog, a strand of sprinkled all over the campus.
The sun was lower, blood-plain red, and a dazzlingly wide wave of light on the water stretched from the edge of the land right up to the edge of the boat.
The sky was colored blood-white by the rising sun, and peach-white clouds reflected on the running water, and the whole river turned purple, and the sky seemed to be ablaze with fire.
Spring, the sun is warm, it stretches out the warm hand, rubbing people all over the body comfort.
A gust of spring wind, blowing away the clouds, the sun is disappointed to show a smile, the warmth and light sprinkled all over the lake.
The hot sun hangs high in the sky, white light like a rocket into the air, the air is on fire, reflecting the flames of the oil in the boiling and frying.
Did not dare to look down at the sun, only feel lost everywhere are dazzling, the air, roof, ground, are a white bright piece of white with a bit of red, from top to bottom of the whole like a great fire mirror, each is the focal point of the fire mirror, it seems that everything is going to be extinguished up.
Late fall, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man showing his smiling face dozing off.
The sun in late fall is covered with an orange-white lampshade, radiating a soft light that shines on the body and face, chilling the air.
As soon as the sun arrives in the fall, it spreads its light all over the world. The fields were golden, the grounds were golden, and the mountains were golden.
The sun in winter is as miserable and powerful as the moon.
The sun was being entangled in thin clouds, letting out a pale dazzling white light.
The sun labors all year long, and when it is busy in winter, it is so exhausted that it can hardly put out any heat.
The warmth of the sunlight spilled through the sparse foliage into spots of golden light.
The towering mountains in the distance, in the sunshine, covered with a golden yellow coat, looks particularly beautiful.
The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves, leaking into his body into a faint round quietly swaying halo.
It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunlight coated the leaves with circles and circles of golden and silver halos.
The sunlight shone through the indifferent clouds and shone on the white earth, reflecting a silver glow that dazzled the eyes.
The golden sunlight poured up and into the blue waves, making the monotonous and tranquil sea become somewhat colorful.
When the red sunlight was on the tips of the mountains, the fog pulled away like a curtain, and the city gradually appeared in the golden sunlight.
The sunlight that pierced through the cloud patches was like a golden thread, intertwined in a canine pattern, stitching the light gray and blue-gray clouds into a pattern of unparalleled beauty.
The sun had just risen over the mountains, hidden by the bright red evening sky, and the sunlight shone up through the clouds like several giant dragons spewing golden waterfalls.
The golden sunlight poured through the cracks and onto the grasses that colonized the brown land.
The sky was a clear blue, and the brilliant sunlight was shooting up through the gaps in the dense pine needles, forming a thick and thin column of light that illuminated the forest shade that was billowing with a gauzy mist.
The sun's fiery red smile lifted the veil from the hazy campus.
The sky showed a purple-white glow, like a blooming red rose.
The sun, which had just risen, was radiant and red, illuminating the whole world.
The fiery red sunrise has just revealed itself in the sea, giving a rose color to the beautiful and quiet sea.
The sunrise shot its light to the lake, and the wind rose up, the fine waves jumped, stirring up the lake full of broken gold.
Suddenly, a red sun rose, shedding golden light, like a golden whip, expelling the flying clouds and fog.
The sea jumped out of a round of red sun, brilliant, the sea sky was sprinkled with gold, the sea from the ink blue changed to blue.
Golden sunshine, gradually dyed the western sky, the main peak of the high Huangshan Mountain was colored by the brilliant clouds into a scarlet.
The sun, greeted by the wild haze, revealed its red face, and in an instant, ten thousand golden rays of light through the treetops colored the water a layer of carmine red. The clouds and mist are entangled, the peaks are standing, the mountains are magnificent, the mountains are clustered, and there are thousands of mountains
Good Sentences
The mountains that are exposed to the clouds seem to be suspended like islands in clusters and wipes.
The surrounding mountains look like a colorful canvas.
The mountain waves and peaks are layered.
The mountains are black and pale, and the cliff tops are like a knife cutting and axe chopping.
The rugged loess hills are like the waves of a great flood.
The dragon hilltop, like a big tomb standing in the night.
The mountains on both sides of the gorge rise straight up and down, so high that it makes you dizzy.
The deep valleys are appallingly noisy and gloomy.
The ravines were filled with snow, as high as the backs of the mountains, and became a great square of flat, snow-covered ground.
The morning sun is shining, and the mountain is like a shy girl, hidden, the sunset, the afterglow across the light.
Good paragraph
Standing here to see, really strange, the mountains almost changed, their shape and in the plains or mid-level look down is not the opposite, they become very cascading, turnip, grand and peculiar. The mountains are the sky, the sky is also the mountains, before and after the mountains, as if your nose can touch the mountains at any time.
I saw a misty peak rise in the distance, surrounded by dozens of small stone peaks. Look carefully, the giant peak like the Monkey King holding a golden rod, those small peaks are like scratching the ears of the little monkey. Look, the Monkey King is leading its children to the South Heavenly Gate to kill it. Slightly white sky, the mountains pale black like iron, solemn, solemn. The red sun rises, a mountain peak is ink blue. Immediately after, the mist flooded, milky veil to the heavy mountains distance up, leaving only the tip of the green peaks, really like a fresh ink, sparse and dense landscape painting. After a while, the fog and dispersed, the exposed rock wall, cliffs, by the sunlight dyed crimson, and gradually turned into a bronze color, and green trees, green fields to reflect each other, looks particularly magnificent.
The stacked flat land, can't see a village, can't see a piece of rice paddy, these mountains are like some drunken old man, one by one, waking up for tens of millions of years, always waking up their dreams, always no one dares to deepen their heart, that is the most adventurous hunter, but also only to the foot of their feet, to chase those who run up from the mountains of the mountain goats, wild boars and flying birds, never! The most adventurous hunters only go to their feet and chase the goats, wild boars and birds of prey that run up from the mountains, never climbing its peak.
There is nothing more attractive than the green hills after the spring rain, the entire hillside, are verdant green, did not come to the end of the fog like a thick silk, a strand of winding in the waist, the sun will be every leaf on the raindrops, are turned into colorful pearls.
The sharp knife-like hill, picking a few wisps of milky white fog, the mist, vaguely visible a thin line.
The stone wall like a skyscraper on the face of the pressure, as high as it is going to collapse on the overbearing. On the top of the mountain, the dense dense woods as if buttoned on the wall of a grand black carpet hat, black and green from the rock wall jumped out of a cluster of unknown wildflowers.
The rain changed the mood of the park, the southeast direction of the clouds, is the ink painting like the distant mountains, which in the construction of the garden is quite praised "borrow" to.
The description of the interesting good words and good sentences good paragraph
Naive and romantic, holding the heart and mind, unrestrained, sophisticated and ridiculous, quite chest iodine belly, teeth learning to speak, hip-hop ha ha-ha, you chased me to catch up with me to escape, slipped away, poorly pursued and fierce fighting, chaotic, chicken flew dog jumping chicken and dog restlessness, self-righteousness, holding the breath, sharp sound, pointed to the finger, slick, petulant, good behavior, east to run around the west, love not to be able to bear the hands of not by the innocence of the naivety, rash, froze head to head, swimming play playfulness.
This is the first time I've ever been to the sea.
This is the first time I've ever been to the sea, and I've never been to the sea. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the water and the color of the water.
"Puffing!" "Punt!" Everyone "greedy and afraid of death" head into the bright creek, some hands and feet in the water fluttering, some floating on the surface of the water belly to the sky, some like a loach to dive into the bottom of the water.
The party is still quiet river, suddenly clamor: shouting, laughing and laughing, ruffling, hitting the water, water splash, you escape, I chase, messy.
Good paragraph:
We were in a hurry at the river to strip naked, jumped into the creek, and immediately began to fight water wars, chasing and playing. You see, we are divided into two teams, a team of "friends" a team of another "Red Army". A pair of small palms to the other side of the water to splash, splashing everyone's face is full of crystal water droplets. Water to get blurred eyes, we will each retreat to the side, with a hand to wipe off, and then fierce "defense". The entire creek immediately a clamor, shouting, laughter, converged into a symphony of joy. Water fight tired, in the river to chase and play. A chase, a run, in the water through the drill, small body like a loach as slippery, how can not catch. The laughter on the surface of the river, in and on both sides of the far swing away.
We these little naughty will disregard the parents again and again advice, three to five groups left the small stone bay, take off the pants, bare bones into the water. Another is to tie jerks, and vertical dragonflies, and water fights, rows and mountains, one like a small loach, chasing after the water, shouting and screaming, swimming and playing, really have indescribable coziness.
Several small grievances bare little feet, is braving the rain to tread water to play it! Singing is red, she sang, while using both hands to catch the sudden rain. Followed by her in front of the little rain and Ding Ding while "popping popping popping" on the ground of the rain stream, while rhythmically swinging arms, but also from time to time tilted his head up, listening to the rain splitting face rushing. At this time, I was tickled in my heart, and hurriedly threw off my shoes, pulled up my pants leg, rushed out of the room. Just ran to the red behind, "flop", I fell a four-legged, splashing the splash of water fell into the red body. Honghong turned around, "hee hee hee" said with a smile, "Quickly hit the water dog!" After saying that, with his feet paddling up the water toward me. I do not care to get up, hurriedly cupped his hands to raise the water to the red face, the mouth also cheerfully shouted: "Come on! Come on!" Red can't hold back, "Aigoo, mama," screamed, hastily blocked his face with his hands, twisted his head forward to go in. "Reinforcements are coming!" With a pleasant shout, Xiaoyu and Tintin attacked me. Immediately, I used my hands and feet to splash a jet of water towards Xiaoyu and Tintin. "Hee hee hee--!" "Hahaha--!" Our pleasant laughter echoed in the blanket of rain.
Other:
1, if the blackboard is the vast ocean, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea. Bell ringing the moment, you use the staff whip as pulp, rowing that ship-like moored in the harbor of the textbook. On the desk, the problem is stacked, as if the reefs are arranged, you gesture vividly as a soaring bird, on the podium to wave a beautiful arc - the ship through ...... the sky can not float a cloud, as if you black and white heart, a faction of the high and far away.
2, hope stems from despair, rise begins with worry, as a poet said: people who feel hungry must be well digested, people who feel the urgency must be efficient, people who feel the crisis must improve fast.
3, don't wander under the tree, don't think y in the rain, don't cry in the dark. Look forward, do not look back, only if you have the courage to face look up, you will find that the score of the haze is just a long dry season. Look forward, there is a bright sky, will not make people feel wandering.
4, soft sunlight hanging diagonally in the pines and cypresses do not wither on the branches and leaves, seem so quiet and solemn, green lawn and white concrete road appearance, the footsteps are so light up and down, everyone's heart is so impulsive and thoughts surge.
5, the land of life is not like the rippling waves of the Xizi Lake, with the activities of the work, it is sometimes quiet as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, sometimes the giant waves rushing to the sky ...... people in the wind and waves after the test, often become more and more strong.
6, when you are in the face of warm winds, birds and flowers, green mountains, green water, the hectares of spring scenery, will be intoxicated; when you face like gold like silver, fruitful golden spring season, will be delighted. Have you ever thought, that the spring color is the baptism through the cold after the Yingzi, that the beauty of the golden autumn is to withstand the harsh winter after the melting of the crystallization. ............ (He Tingting)
7, if you want to sow fruit in the golden autumn, then in the chilly early spring, you should roll up your trouser legs, go unremittingly to broaden the land, harvesting, plowing, until the day of sowing.
8, life is bent in the mountains of the trail, the road, ditch cliff on the side. Fell down, to cry on the cry, afraid of what, not heart pretense! This is blunt, not fragile, due to cry a does not affect the rush, but can add a careful. Mountain flowers, the scenery is annoying, if intoxicated, want to laugh on the laugh, do not want to pretend to be reserved! This is blunt, not proud, because laughing once does not affect the rush, but can add a determination.
9, love is a piece of winter sunshine, the use of food and clothing people feel the warmth of the world; love is a spring in the desert, the use of the right to the endangered people to see the hope of life; love is sprinkled on the ground in a drought of a rainstorm, so that the lonely and helpless people instantly get the comfort of the soul. .............................. .............................. ...... Mao Dan
10, the day is always like from the fingertips through the fine yarn, inadvertently slipped quietly. Those days of worry and misuse of injury, in the washing of the water under the wave quietly passed away, while leaving the joy and smile in the memory of the depths of the everlasting new.
11, melancholy state of mind evaporated. 12, faded memories. 13, The smoke goes out again in the home of war.
14, Some memories are burned away, some memories are buried in the bottom of the heart, the age of innocence like running water across the golden age.
15, I, to melt in the pink peach blossom petals, wipe away the whole day in your heart of hanging. 16, I completely read the parents' heart.
17, mother's love is a book I can not finish reading all my life; mother's love is a piece of sky I can never fly. ...... Zhang Weiwei
18, when the yellow autumn leaves swaying with the wind, the deep autumn floating but standing outside the school, the moonlight, the father's shadow pulled a long time, large trench coat will be skinny and bony father wrapped out, my heart a burst of sour. .............................. ............ Lin Jingying
19, the true love of mankind is like a big net, hour after hour to warm the human heart, as the mother's love, never end.
20, years, is a poem, a poem containing rich philosophy, years is a camel, carrying a number of people's dreams.
21, the fate of the ship is to wander; the fate of the sail is to chase the wind and waves; the fate of life is to master, master letter life, can be youthful and blameless. .............................. .............................. .............................. ...... Gu Weiya
22, the past is like a song, in the journey of life, although there have been ups and downs, there have been regrets, but did not get the beauty of youth. Confidence in myself, hope is always there, let us remember the words: missed the sun, I do not cry, otherwise, I will miss the moon and the stars.
23, assuming that you fail in life, please do not write tears of sorrow on your face. Failure is also a kind of seed, life is the most important thing is to have a full of courage and an entrepreneurial boldness.
24, already thought, once unable to cry, then letter is all the vicissitudes of the human world; a small ups and downs, then letter is all the failure of life. It is fourteen years old to inform me ......
25, the moonlight is quiet. Raindrops on the thatched cottage, under the dim light, the mother closely sewed the traveler's jacket, suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the thatched cottage window gap, the mother seems to catch a cold, with a thick tiredness coughed a few times. I woke up in a dream, staring blankly at the lamp aged mother ......
26, night, the spring breeze blowing softly. I rested my chin, sitting on the steps of the gorgeous fall, and another unforgettable thing showed up in my mind.
Mr. Essay Good Sentence and Paragraph Excerpts
1, if the blackboard is the vast ocean, then the teacher is the sailor on the sea. The moment the bell rings, you use the faculty whip as a pulp, rowing that ship-like moored in the harbor of the textbook. On the desk, the problem is stacked, as if the reefs are arranged, you gesture vividly as a soaring bird, on the podium to wave a beautiful arc - the ship through ...... the sky can not float a cloud, as if you black and white heart, a faction of the high and distant.
2, hope stems from despair, rise begins with worry, as a poet said: people who feel hungry must be well digested, people who feel the urgency must be efficient, people who feel the crisis must improve fast.
3, don't wander under the trees, don't think y in the rain, don't cry in the dark. Look forward, do not look back, only if you have the courage to face look up, you will find that the score of the haze is just a long dry season. Look forward, there is a bright sky, will not make people feel wandering.
4, soft sunlight hanging diagonally in the pines and cypresses do not wither on the branches and leaves, seem so quiet and solemn, green lawn and white concrete road appearance, the footsteps are so light up and down, everyone's heart is so impulsive and thoughts surge.
5, the land of life is not like the rippling waves of the Xizi Lake, with the activities of the work, it is sometimes quiet as a mirror, sometimes the waves splash, sometimes the giant waves rushing to the sky ...... people in the wind and waves after the test, often become more and more strong.
6, when you are in the face of warm winds, birds and flowers, green mountains, green water, the hectares of spring scenery, will be intoxicated; when you face like gold like silver, fruitful golden spring season, will be delighted. Have you ever thought, that the spring is full of color is baptized by the cold after the Yingzi, the beauty of the golden autumn is to withstand the harsh winter after the crystallization of the melting.
7, if you want to sow fruit in the golden autumn, then in the cold invasion of early spring, should roll up the trouser leg, to unremittingly topography, harvest, plowing, until the day of sowing.
8, life is bent in the mountains of the trail, the road, ditch cliff on the side. Fell down, to cry on the cry, afraid of what, not heart pretense! This is blunt, not fragile, due to cry a does not affect the rush, but can add a careful. Mountain flowers, the scenery is annoying, if intoxicated, want to laugh on the laugh, do not want to pretend to be reserved! This is blunt, not proud, because laughing once does not affect the rush, but can add a determination.
9, love is a piece of winter sunshine, the use of food and clothing people feel the warmth of the world; love is a spring in the desert, the use of the right to see the hope of life on the verge of extinction; love is sprinkled in the drought on the ground of a rainstorm, so that the lonely and helpless people instantly get the comfort of the soul.
10, the day is always like from the fingertips through the fine yarn, inadvertently slipped quietly. Those past worries and misuse of injury, in the washing of the water under the wave quietly passed away, leaving behind the joy and smile in the memory of the depths of the everlasting new.
11, melancholy state of mind evaporated.
12, faded memories.
13, The smoke is again extinguished in the home of the war.
14, some memories are burned away, some memories are buried in the heart, the age of innocence like running water across the golden age.
15, I, to melt in the pink peach blossom petals, wipe away the whole day in your heart of hanging.
16, I completely read the heart of the parents.
17, mother's love is a book I can not finish reading a lifetime; mother's love is a piece of sky I can never fly.
18, when the yellow autumn leaves swaying with the wind, the deep autumn drift but standing outside the school, the moonlight, the father's shadow pulled a long time, large trench coat will be wrapped up in the skinny bones of the father, my heart a burst of sour.
19, the true love of mankind is like a big net, hour after hour to warm the hearts of people, such as the mother's love, never end.
20, years, is a poem, a poem containing rich philosophy, years is a camel, carrying a number of people's dreams.
21, the fate of the ship is to wander; the fate of the sail is to chase the wind and waves; the fate of life is to master, mastery letter life, can be youthful and blameless.
22, the past is like a song, in the journey of life, although there have been ups and downs, there have been regrets, but did not get the beauty of youth. Believe me, hope is always there, let us remember the words: missed the sun, I do not cry, otherwise, I will miss the moon and stars.
23, assuming that you fail in life, please do not write tears of sorrow on your face. Failure is also a kind of seed, life is the most important thing is to have a full of courage and an entrepreneurial boldness.
24, already thought, once unable to cry, then letter is all the vicissitudes of the human world; a small ups and downs, then letter is all the failure of life. It is fourteen years old to inform me ......
25, the moonlight is quiet. Raindrops on the thatched cottage, under the dim light, the mother closely sewed the traveler's jacket, suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the thatched cottage window gap, the mother seems to catch a cold, with a thick tiredness coughed a few times. I woke up in a dream, staring blankly at the lamp aged mother ......
26, night, the spring breeze blowing softly. I rested my chin, sitting on the steps of the gorgeous fall, and another unforgettable thing showed up in my mind.