With the teacher's whistle, the two classes began a tug-of-war match that was intense and fierce.
Every student in class 6(2) worked hard, especially Fan Jia Ming. Only to see his face suffocated red, his eyebrows twisted into lumps, even the veins on his arms can be seen clearly.
Liu Zheng from class 6(4) also exerted a lot of effort, his hands gripped the rope tightly, and his body pulled back step by step. His left hand was in front, his right hand was behind, and his legs were like stones, not moving at all.
It was hard to pull back a step, the right hand was in front all of a sudden, the left hand around the right hand to the back. The body leaned back slightly.
Finally, the six (4) class took advantage of the other side's slackness to pull the rope over! Today, our class played a soccer match. At the beginning of the game, our team took the initiative.
I passed the ball to Yuan Shuo. I saw him control the ball with his left foot without any panic.
At this time, an opponent came up, Yuan Shuo first changed his right foot to control the ball, and then, kicked the ball forward, and the opponent changed direction. When he saw this, he knocked the ball with his back foot and cleverly shook a defender.
Then, the right foot high up, a foot shot, only to see the ball high up, and slipped an arc, hanging shot into the net. The ball went into the net, and all the players cheered.
I used to think that successful people like musicians, sculptors, and painters must have had a good life without any difficulties. I used to think that successful people like musicians, sculptors, and painters must have had a good life without any difficulties. Roland wrote the biography of famous people, completely realized their own wrong ideas.
It turns out that artists in history are not all rich, life is smooth sailing, such as the famous musician Beethoven, he was born very poor, at the age of 17 when his mother died, which is what a severe test for Beethoven! He began to lose his hearing again at the age of 30, and later became completely deaf. But he still accomplished a great number of works.
Beethoven did not have a few days of grace in his life. The famous artist Michelangelo came from an aristocratic background, but lost his mother at the age of 6, and then began to study sculpture.
In the constant creation of works, he earned the honor he deserved. Later, many kings tormented Michelangelo by putting obstacles in his way with all sorts of nitpicking and threats of intimidation.
He suffered a lot of hardships and finally won the victory. In our lives, we can often encounter a variety of difficulties.
In the face of these difficulties, we should think of ways to overcome, or give up? This we all know, but why is it that once you encounter difficulties, you can not do anything? Beethoven and Michelangelo the same, they have encountered great difficulties, but they do not yield to fate, bravely fight against fate. As a result, they conquered fate and conquered suffering.
Isn't it worthwhile for us modern people to learn from the power of struggle and conquest in them? There is a simple perseverance and strength in many heroes. Beethoven and Michelangelo, the two artists, they in order to seek survival, spent a great deal of energy; they experienced countless hardships and setbacks, and still did not lose the confidence and joy of life.
On the contrary, on the contrary, it is honed to be stronger. I hope that everyone around us will not give up when encountering difficulties, and have the courage to struggle.
Especially we students, encounter problems to think seriously, and constantly practice, to achieve a success.
This year's Golden Week, I wanted to go to Taining on the 2nd of the Golden Lake tour, but met the 19th typhoon "Dragon King". This good plan was destroyed by this typhoon.
I went out of the house, saw the typhoon made the roadside are piled up soil, a step on the sink. Everyone took a detour.
But the cleaners do not care whether it is dirty or not, wearing a mask, wearing rain shoes, constantly waving the shovel, sweaty and do not care to wipe, really hard. Thinking of their own just full of complaints, looking at them for us to clean up the city, the city dressed up bright and colorful, I feel really small.
Once in the Internet to see a report: "a cleaner in the bus station to brush the small ads on the stop sign, by a group of small ads posted by the beatings." These people who posted small ads are really, obviously they are not right, not only do not recognize the wrong, but also beat the cleaner, too hateful.
Some people look down on them because of their lowly status, and because they are dirty, and avoid them when they see them. But if we don't have a cleaner, the earth will be dirty everywhere, and the earth will be devastated.
Have we all thought about this situation? In fact, the cleaners also because their own level of knowledge is not high enough to engage in the industry of cleaners. But they are still contributing to society.
Cleaners are so ordinary, and how great people ah, they are our city dressed so clean, so beautiful. I think their value is much higher than ours.
Mom, however, said: "In fact, you are also very valuable, because you made what you should do - study, and do not seek to get paid, but also think about how to contribute to the motherland in the future, of course, valuable!" Listening to my mom's words I also seem to feel my value. 1, he was about thirteen or fourteen years old.
Black and fat little face, embedded with a sharp nose. Long hair, a long time without a haircut.
Thick eyebrows under the flash of a pair of big eyes, black eyeballs quite divine turn around.
3, Cuile is here in the mountains near and far the famous handsome girl, days of rain and sunshine, is not withered, not black, face plate white and clean, eyes clear and bright. A smile, mouth like a quiet moon, speak, sound like a yellow warbler playing hooves.
4, a garden door, there is a boy stuck on me. He was about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a red undershirt and blue shorts, with a drooping belt; he was covered with dirt, like a little landlord.
The hairy little flat head, set against a fair little round face, reminded me of a dandelion. He swung around in front of me and behind me like a moth to a flame, craning his neck to see my magenta.
5. This came, but scared me, tilted my head to see a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, high up.
2. How to write an essay on action and demeanor
Hello! Describe the action of the character, to pick the most expressive character of the typical action, do not remember the water account. For example, Lu Xun's novel "medicine", China old bolt to go to the penal colony to buy buns of human blood for his son, and so really see the blood dripping buns, China old bolt trembling afraid to pick up the executioner Uncle Kang's action: grabbed the lantern, a hand to pull down the paper cover, wrapped in the buns, stuffed with the old bolt; a hand grabbed the money, pinch a pinch, turned around and went. The mouth hummed, "This old thing ......." These several actions, the executioner's character portrayed perfectly. You can also refer to Balzac's novel "The Miser", in which the old Gramps saw his daughter smacking her lover's tokens in the window when the action.
The godly description is also a reason. Lu Xun's novel "hometown", the adult leap earth when he saw "me", and tofu shih tzu Yang Er Sister-in-Law came to "my" home, the author of their demeanor have done a detailed portrayal.
I hope this helps you.
I hope you can help.
The door opened and a young letter carrier walked in.
He was soaked to the skin, his pants legs were rolled up high, and he was covered with mud from his knees to his feet, as if he had just climbed up from the mud. He was holding a packet of mail wrapped in oilcloth, and couldn't wipe the rain from his face, saying to the people in the room, "The Children's Era is here!" 2, my sister is slim and strong-looking, a whole head taller than me.
She has a slightly longer neck, and when she annoys me, I call her "long strong deer". She had a sporty haircut and looked at you with eyes that twinkled as if she could talk.
3, this young man looks less than twenty years old, two curved eyebrows under a pair of clever eyes, a look know is a capable person. In a quite beautiful nose below, but a big mouth, born two thick lips.
People often say: "Thick-lipped people clumsy tongue." But he was articulate and talkative.
4, my brother's eyes are highly myopic, everywhere from the glasses, like a "blind man", as long as his glasses off, in front of me, he is like a sheep as obedient. One afternoon, my brother wanted to wash his hair.
He ordered me to get him soap for water. I thought smugly: Humph! I'll give you a run for your money and then I'll rule you.
A little while later, my brother stretched his neck and lathered the soap all over his head and face. When I saw that the time had come, I quietly took my brother's basin away.
Brother rubbed after going to wash his hair, a cupped water, cupped an empty. He was busy looking for it, but as soon as he opened his eyes, the soap suds killed his eyes.
He was like a blind man groping for the road, touching the east and west, and easily touched up a towel, rubbed his eyes, but his eyes are still blurred, and went to look for his glasses. 5, and so she approached, I had the opportunity to carefully measure her: only to see her ear short hair, a pair of eyes big, the corner of the mouth with a smile.
Wearing a red dress, don't have the "Suzhou ten middle school" school micro. She said gently to me: "Little sister, sit on my car!" She said, she pushed the bicycle over.
6, the second brother is a seafood seller, he is all year round in the wind and rain, get up early in the morning and sleep late, very hard. He is not tall, and his looks are not too good, and sometimes he doesn't look like a good person, but he sells the goods down fast, and the vendors around him admire him.
7, the carriage, a tall girl, looking out of the window. She is sturdy and fit.
Slightly curly black hair gathered behind her head, tied into two locks, hanging lightly. The collar of her dark red sweatshirt quietly reveals her dark blue jacket.
It can be felt that the girl's body is full of youthful vigor and vigor. 8, my uncle twenty years old, is a dockworker, rectangular face, face black in red, tall, very strong, called people know at a glance is a strong young man.
9, in the old mother's left there is a beautiful and dignified girl, reclining in the chair. She had beautiful blonde hair with a large braid that trailed down her back.
A black dress accentuated her white and soft face. She was looking down at something in front of her, her eyes showing grief and concern.
The bandage in her hand was already rolled up, but she forgot to throw it into the basket. 10, This is a girl in her early twenties, with a round face moist, with very ruddy eyebrows, and slender eyes flashing with a straight, hot gaze; always smiling before she speaks, and with a laugh in her language, as if she were singing.
She walked with the weight of her body on the tips of her feet, always as if she were going to jump and fly. At a glance, you can see that she is an innocent and joyful girl, the strange thing is that her overly plain dress, and her character is very disproportionate, but also with those who love the beautiful reeling girl is very different: blue cloth cotton jacket, black tweed short coat, grass-green pants, the neck of the gauze scarf is white, tie pigtails of the head rope is a black woolen thread.
11, my brother just turned twenty years old, five big thick body, strong drum. Hair and black and hard, a root up erect, two thick eyebrows lined with a pair of big eyes, staring up at people like a small tiger.
Especially the pair of big feet, wearing 42 yards of sneakers, walking up and down the road. 12, cousin just came, wearing a chequered shirt, patched a few patches, feet wearing a pair of white sandals stained with mud, walking and talking are not afraid to speak loudly, we all said she was rustic.
But now, we dare not say cousin. Look at her wearing a beautiful blouse, a pair of tight pants, a pair of shiny high-heeled shoes, wearing a glittering gold necklace on her neck, shoulder draped with long black hair, appearing to be generous.
Back home and talk and laugh, like living in honey.
She is always smiling, a moment clearly reported the name of the station, a moment quickly point money, tickets, patiently answering all kinds of questions raised by foreign passengers. Her warm, kind words filled the compartment with spring, which warmed the hearts of every passenger.
14, Sunday, I went to line up to buy rice. In front of me is a young man, he is not fat, but also fit enough.
Round face, two thin eyebrows, a pair of large eyes, with a slightly smaller nose, but also proportional. It's just that the lips are a little thicker, like an African.
15, brother is only in his twenties, a head of black hair, medium size, well-proportioned body. He can't say he's pretty, but he has decent features, and you can see in his eyes that he's an intelligent and energetic young man.
He gave people the feeling of quietness and kindness, and there was a childlike childishness in his face. 16, My brother drove a tractor in our village farm team.
He was tall! The body is very stout, the black and red face has a block of scars, whenever I lift my head and see these scars, my mind came to the moving story described to me by a tractor driver ...... 17, my sister is eighteen or nineteen years old. As a result of running and anxiety, the round face oozed beads of sweat, as if a dew-stained ripe apple.
Her two eyes like black gems, bright crystal, shining with intelligence, wisdom, vivacity and perseverance of the light; show long eyelashes, as if clear lake water next to the dense forest, giving a deep and mysterious feeling. Long black hair, that is, soft and slender, with the river wind in the back of the head fluttering.
18, at this time, a tall young man hurriedly ran towards the steel mouth. He wore a duck-tongued cap on his head, a pair of blue glasses hanging in front of the duck tongue, red face, sweating, feet wearing.
4. Write a person's composition 400 words, to the person's actions, demeanor, language description clear and specificMy father can be dashing, he is about 1 meter 7 tall, slightly fat body, I think he wears a suit most dashing, like a black horse prince. His eyes gleaming, wearing a pair of glasses, looks refined, you do not say, he is really a master, I can envy him. When I was little, my father taught me the song "Little Bunny Be Good." I sang along with him, "Good little bunny." Our voices were so beautiful. Since I grew up, my dad didn't care about me as much as he did when I was a child. He became strict and made me do my homework all day long, and he also made me memorize poems and read the classics more often. As soon as my dad entered my room, he saw that I was staring blankly and asked, "What are you doing?" When I heard my father's words, I quickly did my homework, and I said, "I know, Dad, I'll do my homework." I'm a good and obedient boy. Although my dad is strict with me now, he cares for me in every way. Every time he beat me, he would secretly grieve by himself, and sometimes when I wasn't at home, he would write on a slip of paper, "I will never beat my child again". Another time I was sick, that day, it was still raining outside, but my dad carried me to the hospital without a care in the world. My dad put all his clothes on me, but he was soaked. When I arrived at the hospital, my temperature was thirty-eight degrees and seven degrees, which was one degree higher. I had my blood tested first, and it turned out that my blood was not normal, so I had to be given fluids. It was nine o'clock in the evening and I had two vials until twelve o'clock in the evening. Dad was always by my side, holding my hand. I want to say to my dad, "You've worked hard!" .
5. Write a paragraph with action description and demeanor descriptionHe has a pair of big watery eyes, like black with a little white jewel in the eyes, black hair, high nose.
He always curls his mouth when he speaks, which is both cute and mischievous. Every time in the composition class, he did not pay attention to the lecture, but also talk back to the teacher, pick up the words.
He made his classmates laugh. The teacher said he was the reincarnation of the living Buddha.
He is a cheerful, happy, rosy-cheeked, sturdy short fat, holding a very high belly, his favorite pastime is to eat and drink. His face bulging in the fat, born with a pair of small eyes, like dough by the mischievous child embedded in two small briquettes.
He has a short and thick nose, nostrils slightly upward lift, a little provocative mischievous flavor. His best feature was his ears, those two strange beckoning ears, with which he would be able to hide his eyes from the wind and sand, if it came to it.
His body is very strong, a pair of small arms fat and white and strong, like a small mallet, he often raised his small fists, make boxing posture. There was also a pair of short, fat thighs, in fat pants, living like two upright round pillows.
She is a quiet little girl, usually rarely speak, a white face with an angelic face, a pair of black eyes to give people the warmth of spring.
6. describes the action, demeanor of the fragment2, Grandpa has a bronze-colored face, a pair of copper bell eyes, pointed chin, floating a wisp of goat beard.
He is tall, broad shoulders, don't look at him over the age of old, but speak, voice like a flood bell as powerful; walk to "pedal, pedal, pedal" him, even the young man can not catch up. 3, Dad has a thick eyebrows, a pair of big eyes are always flashing a stern gaze.
Probably because of the reason of long-term mental labor, the deep wrinkles on the forehead and his less than forty years of age is very commensurate. 4, brother's eyes highly myopic, everywhere without glasses, like a "blind man", as long as his glasses off, in front of me he was like a sheep as obedient.
One afternoon, my brother wanted to wash his hair. He instructed me to get him soap for the water.
I thought smugly: Humph! I'll give you a run for your money and then I'll rule you. A moment later, my brother stretched his neck and lathered the soap all over his head and face.
I saw that the time had come, so I quietly took my brother's basin away. My brother went to wash his hair after scrubbing, and took a cupped handful of water.
He was busy looking for it, but as soon as he opened his eyes, the soap suds killed him. He was like a blind man groping for the road, touching the east, touching the west, and easily touched up a towel to wipe his eyes, but his eyes were still blurred, so he went to look for his glasses.
5, the little hairy head grows very small, the head is only as big as my big doll; the face is round and red, like a big apple. She sleeps very sweetly, both eyes closed tightly, like two lines; two eyebrows like two curved crescent moon; small mouth often move one by one, as if eating milk.
She was wrapped all over in a little quilt, and tied tightly with a string, and did not move a muscle. 6, sister this year ten years old, reading the third grade.
Her red face, a pair of big watery eyes suitable for smart and clever color. Under the black hair, two curved eyebrows, like the crescent moon.
Her row of snow-white teeth, missing an incisor, a smile, it became an open-toothed bar, very funny. 7, Xiao Ju to this year has been fourteen years old, but her body has not grown tall, her arms are still so small, her cheekbones are still protruding, her ten fingers are like a bunch of withered bamboo branches, as if a fold will break; because she is very skinny, so it looks like her body is light and fluffy.
7. my classmate (essay) through action, speech, demeanor, appearance and other descriptions, write a classmy mentally retarded classmate In the elementary school campus where I went to school, I had a mentally retarded classmate. He carries a small backpack every day and goes to and from school like other students. The only thing is that when the students are in class, he can only wander around the campus and play alone. The happiest time for him was when he was the first in line to leave school and walked out of the school gate with his head held high. Then, outside the school gates, he would wait for all the students to be picked up by their parents before going home alone. Every parent who picked up a student, whether it was windy, rainy, hot or cold, would see his familiar figure in front of the school. As the years went by, many parents probably got used to seeing the simple smile and humane behavior of that mentally retarded student. Almost every day at noon and in the afternoon after school, he would be "directing traffic" on the small highway in front of the school, like a traffic policeman, serious and pious. From time to time, he would justly reprimand every parent who, in his eyes, "violated the rules". If he saw a child fall down, he would run a few steps and help the child up. If he saw someone in danger of being bumped into, he would remind them at the right time, using his unclear language and never caring whether they appreciated it or not. When I saw him every day, I always remembered a scene that touched my life: one noon, parents were waiting for us to leave school, and the retarded student was still "directing" the "traffic". At this time, a small classmates in the play by the highway of a brick tripped, his mother to help him up, carried away. And that brick must have been seen by all the students and parents. I saw it too, but I didn't think to take it away. Everyone was standing lazily, chatting and thinking about themselves. At that moment, it was the retarded student who ran over, picked up the brick, and threw it far away from the root of the wall. I immediately felt ashamed, I think, there must be many students and parents will feel the same way. I was suddenly reminded of the three-letter word: "In the beginning of man, nature is good." The student who was in a state of chaos, he kept that innate human nature - goodness! And those of us with normal intelligence, but has slowly ignored these two words, perhaps it is still y hidden in a corner of the heart, but there is no time to show, has been covered with dust. Every day is still like water passing, the mentally retarded students, still every day happy and active in the campus, busy and satisfied. He would pick up garbage for everyone at the school field day, and even act as a punching bag for many of his naughty classmates. But he is always smiling, tolerant and honest. Perhaps he felt that he was integrated into the campus, and that the campus kept him away from loneliness, so he was grateful. I am touched by him day by day, I think, because of him, I have dusted off the layer of dust on my soul. The students.