Remember an incident The red-hot sun baked the earth, the eyes were sunlight stabbed to open the eyes, the road pedestrians in a hurry to walk on the street.
An old man selling cold drinks was sweating and pushing a cold drink cart on the street, but no one came to buy his cold drinks. I was puzzled, so I went up to buy a cup of cold drinks, tasted, tasted good, but why no one to buy it? I said to the old man, "You should go to the stadium or the square to sell ah, here less people, not good."
The old man's eyes were cloudy, slowly said: "children ah, you are too young, do not understand the world." The old man has some crystals in his eyes.
The old man blinked and pushed the cold drink cart to continue hawking. The next day, I went to eat breakfast, and I ran into the same old man from yesterday, who was still selling cold drinks at the same place.
I ran over and asked the old man, "Why are you still here?
I ran over and asked the old man, "Why are you still here? There are many people there, there must be someone to buy your cold drinks." "It's you again! Child, thank you for your concern! You will understand the truth in this world later when you grow up."
The old man smiled meaningfully and continued to push the cart away. Looking at the old man gradually far away back, I have indescribable feelings in my heart.
What is going on here? Curiosity drove me to Daxi Square. A round of sunrise reflected in the square, the square, people come and go, all kinds of shouting.
In the southeast corner of the square, there are several stalls selling cold drinks. I hurriedly walked toward one of the stalls.
The owner of the stall, a middle-aged man with only a right hand, enthusiastically peddled to me, "Little friend, have a cold drink." "Uncle, do you have many people selling cold drinks here?" I asked sharply.
The owner of the stall froze and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?" "Nothing, I'm just asking." I lied.
The vendor replied enthusiastically, "There are about ten stalls, but all of them are owned by disabled people like me." "Can other people come here and sell cold drinks?" I asked eagerly.
The stallholder smiled and said, "Of course they can, but they won't come and compete with us disabled people for business." At this moment, it dawned on me that I seemed to understand a lot of things.
Looking up at the rising sun, I felt that everything in the world had become so beautiful.
2. Famous essays on characterizationChildhood friends
Gorky
When I woke up, the ship shuddered and poofed again. The cabin window shone brightly, like a sun. Grandmother sat beside me brushing her hair, frowning and mumbling to herself all the time. She had a surprising amount of hair, which covered both shoulders, her breasts, and her knees, and hung down to the floor, dark and bluish. She picked it up from the ground with one hand and lifted it, laboriously combing the sparse teeth of a wooden comb into the thick locks;, her lips were twisted, her black eyes gleamed with anger, and her face was ridiculously small in the mass of hair.
She looked fierce to-day, but when I asked why the good hair was so long, she said, in the same warm, soft accent as yesterday:
"It seems to be God's punishment for me, and God said, Go and comb these damned locks for you! In my youth I boasted of this handful of horsehair; in old age I can curse it. You go to sleep! It's early yet,-the sun has just risen after a night's sleep ......"
"I don't want to sleep!"
"If you don't want to sleep, you can't," she agreed at once, braiding her hair on one side, and looking over to the sofa, where her mother lay, face upwards, her body straight as a string to you. "Why did you break the milk bottle yesterday? You keep your voice down!"
Grandmother spoke as if she were singing with all her heart, and the words were as gentle, bright and rich as flowers, and all at once struck firmly into my memory. Good smile, the black like black cherry eyes open round, flashing an indescribable pleasant light, in the smile, fastidious reveal solid snow-white teeth, although black, cheeks have many wrinkles, but the whole face still looks young, bright. But this face was marred by a flabby nose, distended nostrils, and a red nose-tip. She sniffed tobacco from a silver-encrusted black snuffbox. Her clothes were all car-black, but through her good eyes there was a never-ending, happy, warm glow from within her. She was so bent at the waist that she had almost become a hunchback, and was as soft as this lovely creature.
Before she came, it was as if I were hiding in the darkness and sleeping, but as soon as she appeared, she woke me up, led me into the light, and linked everything around me with an unceasing thread, and wove it into a multicolored lace, and she became at once a lifelong friend, and the most intimate of all, and the most knowing and precious of all,-it was her unselfishness to the world that enriched me, and made me I'm not sure how much I've learned from her, but I'm sure she's a good person.
3. Detailed description of the character of the compositionNoble heroes around - cleaning workers When it comes to heroes, people think of soldiers who fought for the revolution in battle, or contributed to a field of science, or people who are righteous and courageous.
But the heroes I'm talking about today are a group of ordinary people, and they are the cleaners. Although they seem to be simple, simple, and we do not have any difference.
But they are really great, this is the fact that we have seen ****. They are the guardians of a green home, a beautiful home.
They are day after day, year after year. In that inconspicuous position of silent dedication.
Summer, when we are still at home to enjoy the cool, they are in the heat of the post, they seem to be never afraid of the warmth of the sun, the pungent odor of the garbage. The beads of sweat on their faces are so crystalline and transparent under the sunlight.
In winter, when we are still at home enjoying the warmth, they are in the cold with frozen hands, picking up every leaf blown down by the wind, cleaning every street, every corner of the life of the footprints they have stepped. Their bodies are hard-working; their hearts are kind.
They pay so much, but the cleaner is a role that people often ignore. Sometimes we throw confetti and all kinds of garbage on the ground, or throw it in front of their eyes.
In spite of this, but has been paying the cleaners do not care, hard work, every day still tirelessly to defend our city, and strive to make our city clean and tidy. They are trading their own dirty for the cleanliness of the city, so what we are doing is obviously not right.
The city is all of us, only we all pull together with the cleaners together, *** with the maintenance of our homes. So our homes will be more beautiful; our lives will be better! Here, I would also like to pay tribute to the cleaners of the whole world: "You are the beautician of the city, is to create a better home messenger, but also the hero in my heart, you hard work!" .
4. Mainly characterization of the high school essay (500 words or so) urgent ~Excitement and excitement as a flood that broke the levee, voluminous, clattering from his psyche poured out, he could no longer hide his part of the Sven . Run, run, run! His heart was thrilled, his pain could no longer be expressed in our shallow language, it seemed that every hair on his body had a beating joy Describing the action of the characters, the most important thing is to pay attention to observation.
In daily life, we should pay extra attention to observe all kinds of people around the shape of *** behavior, especially pay attention to the characteristics of different people's movements, seize the characteristics of careful and repeated observation. As the following example: Xiaoli pursed lips, bowed, tiptoe, step by step slowly close to it.
Close, close, and see her quietly reach her right hand to the butterfly, open two fingers together, clamped the wings of the pink butterfly. Rei jumped and danced with joy.
He bent over, the basketball in his hands back and forth, left and right, and kept shooting, two eyes skittering, looking for a "breakthrough" opportunity. Suddenly he accelerated the pace, a left turn, a right turn, rushed through two layers of defense, came to the basket, a tiger jump, turn around and shoot, the basketball in the air after a beautiful arc, impartial to fall in the basket.
Catching butterflies, playing basketball, are our common activities, some are even students personally participated in. But the writing is not specific.
The above two descriptions, due to the author's careful observation, catching butterflies, playing basketball action, demeanor written vividly. Second, it is to seize the action description that can best highlight the characteristics of the characters.
Please see the following example: He is more than 50 years old. He was in his fifties and wore a pair of highly nearsighted glasses.
He removed his glasses with trepidation and casually wiped the lenses with the hem of his shirt. "Uh-huh ......" he was about to speak, suddenly remembered something, hands and feet in a hurry to find the plate, and hastily to the pocket, pulled out a box of matches, which is assured that another "uh-huh " twice, stood up straight, and said in a particularly loud voice: "Now begin to watch the teacher do the experiment!" The classroom hit a pandemonium.
Teacher Mao stood in the doorway in a furious rage, his head hot, the tip of his nose adorned with a few shiny beads of sweat, his eyebrows raised angrily upwards while his mouth grinned downwards. When he saw us, he blinked in surprise, and the muscles in his face froze and didn't move, like a freeze frame in a movie.
We were all nailed down like logs. The old man's hands were very deft.
It only takes a few minutes for a clay figure to be born in his hands. Look at him picking up another lump of clay, first pinching it into a circle, then gently rubbing it with his hands to make it soft and smooth.
Then, rubbing on it, he gradually separated the head, body and legs of the man. He held this clay figure in his left hand, and with his right hand he fiddled with it above the head, and in a short while the clay figure wore a partial hat.
The above three paragraphs have captured the action that best highlights the character. Example one is written about an old teacher who is highly nearsighted.
Through the description of actions such as "wiping the lens with the hem of his shirt", "fumbling to find it on the plate", and "pulling it out of his pocket in a hurry", he writes a highly nearsighted, inept, and ungainly teacher. Myopia, movement is not sharp and a little "confused" the characteristics of the old teacher; example two, mainly to seize the character of the angry people, facial expressions to describe the characteristics of the action. For example: "stood in the doorway in anger", "hot air on his head", "eyebrows furiously upward", "mouth grinning downwards
Example three is to seize the characteristics of the action of the pinch clay man, wrote a dexterous old artist image. Third, is to accurately and appropriately use the verb.
Read the following examples to see the role of the punctuated words in each paragraph. It is too late to say.
The athlete, who had fallen to the ground, braced himself with his hands, tiptoed on his feet, and scrambled to his feet. The tip of his left foot pressed against the starting line, his knees bent, and he crouched steadily.
The two hands are like two wooden pillars inserted in the ground, the whole body slightly forward, the posture, like an eagle taking off. This short sentence, with "fall, brace, tiptoe, climb, top, bend, crouch, insert, lean, fly, etc." 10 verbs, the athletes on the field of preparation for the start of the posture depicted accurately and realistically.
She squeezed into the gate, put the burden down on the ground; went up, the grass on the ground, pressed with the knee, bent over, hands hard to tighten the waist of the grass, lifted up, thrown to the corner of the yard wall. These verbs punctuated in the paragraph are used very aptly.
The image of a capable, sharp, strong, skillful rural girl is written. She saw her grandmother stand up and grasp the lid of the pot with both hands and lift it upwards.
It took a few times to open the lid with difficulty, but only slightly opened a crack. A thick cloud of smoke rushed out of the stove and almost smoked her face.
Grandma casually brushed her wrinkled face with her sleeve, shook her head, and said to herself, "I'm getting old, I don't have much use for this." This passage describes the actions of a grandmother doing housework. The use of "uncovered, rushed, smoked, flicked, shook" and other verbs, accurately and appropriately write out the characteristics of the old man's work movements.
The above examples show that the description of the character's movements must be accurate, appropriate verbs, in order to write a specific image of the character's dynamic image.
Xiaohong happened to be sitting facing the window, the afternoon sunlight on her round face, making her cheeks even more rosy; her hand holding the pen resting on her cheeks, her crystal eyes slowly swimming in her open sockets, and her plump chin slightly upturned - this is whenever she came up with a more ingenious way to solve a math problem for the the familiar, beloved demeanor of the math teacher. Whenever I do my homework, the tip of my pen rustles as if a bird is singing to me, and as if encouraging me, "You must not be afraid of difficulties and climb to the top."
She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so fluently, as if she had prepared for it. She recited in a subdued manner, with a beautiful, felicitous tone of voice, and lifted her seat to move.
5. junior descriptive essay on people, to focus on the actions of the charactersThe people I admire There are many people around us who deserve our admiration.
Only we do not pay attention to observe. For example: the People's Liberation Army uncle, the people's doctor, firefighters, police uncle, ordinary teachers ...... In this year's May 12, 14:28, Wenchuan County, Sichuan, a sudden 8.0 magnitude of the earthquake made a life down, the damn earthquake took more than tens of thousands of people's lives, the earthquake is the country's largest one, stirring the whole world.
This earthquake is the largest in the country, and it has stirred up the whole world, with donations from well-wishers in all directions, those who have money contributing money, and those who have strength contributing strength.
This is really a proverb, "one side is in trouble, eight sides support". After this earthquake, we also saw the love of the people of the country to our compatriots.
This earthquake, I saw a lot of moving things, let's say that one thing! It happened in an elementary school. Things are like this, May 12 this day, an elementary school in Wenchuan, 14:28 minutes the house began to shake violently, when the teacher felt the house shaking, quickly led the 70 students escaped from the school, ran to the opposite side of the mountainside to go, because of the road, the six teachers carried the younger run, the older will try to rush up the hill, when they escaped to the hill, the elementary school has become flat.
Just then, the director Li, who was very anxious, listened to the words of a kind man who was even more fueled by the fire, and who risked his life to send a message to the director Li. He said, "Director Li, your family is buried in the rubble, you quickly go to see it!" But Director Li said, "No, this is my post, I can't leave here. These 6 teachers still don't know whether their families are alive or dead! There are still 70 students. If I leave, what will happen to them? Don't say anything. Just go! Thank you for your kindness, I can't go back."
After saying that, the man left in silence. When the earthquake stopped, the teachers took 70 students down the slope and found a temporary residence, two days later 6 students were taken away by their families, 2 students were adopted by the good people of the orphanage, director Li and these teachers heart finally settled down a little.
Excited director Li quickly ran to his home, and waiting for him is the cruel reality, his son, his wife have been crushed by the stone is not shaped, and his mother is still left with the last breath, said this sentence ": son I am proud of you, honorable, proud, you insist on staying in their positions is for your students ah! You did the right thing." After saying that, his mother fell forever.
Through this earthquake, I saw many great people, worthy of our admiration, we must remember these people ah! It is they who saved a life! I want to tell the children in the disaster area is - there is love there is hope. I admire a lot of people I admire, but there is a person most worthy of my admiration, she is my next door to sell candy grandmother.
She was wearing worn-out clothes, and on her feet, she wore a pair of worn-out shoes with a small hole in them, and her hair was white, and there were wrinkles on her forehead. Once, I helped the grandmother to watch the store, a moment, came an aunt, she picked a few kinds of candy, put into the bag, and then, take out the money to me and left, suddenly the burden of sound delivery called cache both store Xi inglu, aunt's wallet from the bag fell out, the old granny saw, ran over, pick up the wallet, want to call the aunt, but the aunt has gone, disappeared without a trace.
The grandmother had to turn over the wallet to see if there is that aunt's ID card, fortunately, the aunt's wallet has her ID card, the ID card is written on the aunt's address, the grandmother Happy, said: "Go, let's go to her home to find her!" I was shocked to hear: "How can it be done? You can't go that far!" Granny said what also want to go, I have no choice but to good accompanied her to go. To the aunt's home, the grandmother returned the wallet to the aunt, the aunt hastened to thank the grandmother.
Another time, the roadside came a small child, he was very hungry, ask the grandmother for something to eat. The grandmother, seeing him so poor, took a few dozen candies and put them in his bag and went away, and then took out a dozen dollars and gave it to him, saying, "Good luck."
The little boy said, "Thank you, thank you." Ah! What a kind person, you will always be in my mind, always guiding me and walking the path of life! The person I admire Why is the moon so full today? The full moon stirred up my thoughts, taking me back to the Mid-Autumn Festival in the third grade, and in front of my eyes there appeared again the figure of a person who was still correcting essays under a shining lamp, a person who was devoted to her work - a person whom I respected at first sight - my enlightened teacher, the person I admired.
Mr. X's head is not tall, kind face with a kind smile. He has a lot of silver threads in his black hair.
I know why, because Teacher Xue taught me for three years and was my neighbor, so I know her very well. Her beady eyes seemed to see through everything, through the whole world.
x Teacher often said to us bitterly, "A person's opponent is not other people, but himself." There is an incident that I still remember.
I clearly remember that it was the Mid-Autumn Festival in the third grade, and we had a unit math test. I answered the paper in a hurry because I wanted to read the comic book, so I didn't do well, only 80 points, I was sad and cried.
Mr. x saw it and said to me, "After school you go to the office." After school, I dragged my heavy steps to the office.
I thought the teacher would criticize me severely, but I never thought that the teacher would be very kind to me, "For you, 80 points is not ideal, but have you ever thought about the process of the examination, and the reasons for failure? Ask why in everything. Like you this time, you should ask me why I did not do well, people grow in mistakes, go home and reflect."
Mr. X's words were like a needle in my heart, but at the same time, they were like a spring of fresh water that woke me up. At night, I faced the moon and remembered Mr. Xue's words.
Facing mistakes ...... The next day, I told my teacher: "In the face of difficulties, tears can not cover it, nothing can cover it, only the courage to face, timely correction." Mr. X's wrinkled face showed a pleased smile! This incident is like a colorful illumination of my life's journey.
Ah, teacher, you're like a candle, burning yourself, but illuminated others; you're like a match, in search of ways to educate us and ignite themselves; you're more like a gardener, with the sweat of the motherland to cultivate the flowers. In my heart.
6. Characterization essay 600 wordsMom's hands In the world of hands, there are hard-working hands, lazy hands, rich hands, dexterous hands, however, I write about a pair of hard-working hands of mom. Her hands are not very big, and her long labor has caused calluses to creep onto her fingers, causing a layer of light black skin to grow on the back of her hands. When the rooster crows three times, mom's hands have already begun to work: busy making breakfast. Near noon, her hands were at work again: busy making lunch. In the afternoon, her hands are at work again: busy making dinner. At night, when the moon is high in the sky, mom's hands are at work again: busy washing clothes. In short, mom's hands work all the time. Mom's hands are both hard-working hands and hands full of motherly love. I remember a cold winter afternoon, the weather is rather cold. I was doing my homework and mom was doing needlework. As the night wore on and the weather became colder, my hands were shaking and I didn't dare to write for fear of doing my homework badly. At that moment, my mom came up to me and said to me with concern, "Cold?" I gently sandwiched my hand between her two hands. At once, I felt incredibly warm. With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously. I remember another midwinter morning when the weather was very cold. In order to protect myself from the cold, my friends and I went to the creek to skate. I was not careful and my feet fell into a lime pit. It was hard for me to raise my feet, but my leather boots were already stuffed with lime. "I can't wear them anymore", I took off the boots decisively and was going to ask my mother to wash them for me, but then I thought: my mother would criticize me. Finally, I came up with the best of both worlds. I hid the boots in the doorway and waited for the weather to warm up a bit before I washed them. The next day, when the weather was a little warmer, I went to wash my boots. But there was no sign of the boots in the doorway. I was so anxious that I almost cried, but after a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. Just as I found the back door, I heard the familiar "swish, swish, swish" sound. Wasn't that the sound of my mom's hands at work? I followed the sound and on the patio I found my mom, washing my boots. Her hands were red from the cold and cracked. Although it was cold, a few beads of crystal sweat still fell from my mom's cheeks. I went to her side and grabbed the brush that was used to brush the boots, saying, "Mom, I'll do it." Mom said with concern, "Zhenzhen, I'll wash it." I refused, but she had already taken the boots and the brush. In the end, it was mom who washed it. After she washed and meticulously baked leather boots, when I put them back on, my eyes have been blurred by tears.
7. write a narrative essay, the title of their own, focusing on the wonderful character descriptiontouched My dad is a bridge repair worker.
He often has a smile on his face, and when his thick eyebrows are raised, he brings us bright laughter and surprise. Dad's workmates loved him and visited him at home from time to time.
One day, my dad, who often got off work late, suddenly got off work early. When I came home, Dad looked like he was packing.
His brows were furrowed and his expression was grim. I looked at my dad in surprise: "Dad, what's wrong?" Dad seemed too busy to look at me and whispered, "Listen to your mom at home, finish your homework on time, and try to do as much work for her as possible."
"I know." I replied in faith.
"Flute, flute ------." A car horn honked from outside the door, and Dad then slung his bags over his shoulder, turned back and stroked my head heavily as he strutted towards the door.
Mom shouted from the sidelines, "Be careful!" Then whispered to me, "Dad's away on business." I then rushed out the door and shouted at dad, "Dad come back early, my bike is broken, waiting for you to help me fix it!" Dad heard my words, seemed to pause for a moment, and stride away again.
Greetings were exchanged with the oncoming workers who came to pick up dad. A worker uncle shouted to my mom and I, "Don't worry!" And they got into the car together.
Looking at the speeding away of the car, my eyes are still in front of my father just now the back of the rush, suddenly feel empty. In the evening, I can not talk to my father, I do not have the heart to play, I went to bed early.
Hazy, I want to hear the door outside the house, "click, click" sound, open your eyes to see, mom has been down to the door to go, I rolled out of bed, followed. Push open the door to see, I was stunned: the dark night, two people with a flashlight, in front of my bike drumming.
I walked over with my mom and saw that it was two of my dad's workmates who were helping me fix my bike. When they saw us arrive, they got up in a hurry: "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry! We just heard that the master's child's bicycle broke down, afraid of delaying his school tomorrow, so we came overnight to repair."
Mom expressed her thanks one after another, and my heart was also warm. The uncle said to mom, "This time the master traveled to help repair bridges in earthquake-stricken areas, it is an urgent task.
From now on, if there is any work in the house, you just answer, we will come at any time."
The first time I saw this, I was able to see the work of my father, who was a coworker and a brother.
They are my relatives, we are like a family. At night, looking at their tired backs, I was y moved.
8. Essay on CharacterizationMy Classmate
My classmate's name is Ni Jianwei, and he has long black hair, about an inch long. There are light eyebrows under his hair, and a pair of big eyes under his eyebrows, his lips are slightly upturned, and there are some wrinkles on his nose, and when he laughs he stares at his big eyes with a leathery look.
Ni Jianwei has many advantages and disadvantages. The advantages are that he is helpful and loves sports, especially running. The disadvantages are that he moves too slowly and sometimes he likes to hit people.
When Ni Jianwei is happy, his eyes squint into a slit, and he used to smile, but now he smiles naturally, and sometimes he even gives me food.
Today is the midterm exam, and of course, there are questions that I can't answer. He will bury his head in writing, and when he encounters a topic he can't do, he will frown, with a smile on his face, his hand resting on his head, looking like he is thinking, just like a little doctor, and sometimes he will be so sleepy that he yawns.
He was angry again, usually the big eyes full of smiles, at the moment shot out two cold light, aggressive, teeth clenched squeaky, nose gasping, as if the lack of oxygen.
Ni Jianwei also like to meddle in other people's business, I have not been able to buy the "100 fathers who touched the middle school students" until now, he will come to say me, really annoying. But he is still quite generous, whenever I have something I forgot, he will always lend it to me.
9. Description of the character of the fragment (100 words)(1) At first glance, she is quite tall, well-built, not fat or thin, is a piece of material for dancing. At a closer look, she has short hair in her ears, and always has two hairpins on her head, one on the left and one on the right, gathering her hair tightly behind her ears, revealing a smooth and white face. Her eyes were small, thin and long, but very bright, and when she smiled, they turned into two slits. Her nose was slightly upturned, giving her a playful look that made her look very cute. Her usual favorite thing to wear was a dress with white flowers on a blue background, with a wide and large hemline. When she ran, the dress flew up like a flower butterfly.
(2) She had a head of gray hair, a pair of dark eyes deep in the eye sockets, and her forehead was covered with thick wrinkles. Grandma is from the feudal society out, perhaps by the influence of the time, Grandma has always been opposed to nowadays people super fashion, catch the fashion. But it wasn't long before I realized that Grandma was like a different person, you see! She wore a purple jacket with shiny black hair coiled around her head, and her shoes were so polished that she could see her silhouette. I saw my grandmother this "strange dress" inevitably jumped, but at the same time and wondered, could not help but ask my grandmother: "Grandma how you changed into this dress?" Grandma while sorting out the clothes while answering: "I used to think that kind of idea is too backward, we should now follow the times!" After saying that, she took a look in the mirror again. Alas! Grandma's brain when opened ah!
(3) mother saw lychee, the face immediately sank: "You rich man's how? So expensive things, you ......" I interrupted the mother's words: "so expensive things, not Xing we taste fresh!" Mother giggled, meridian abrupt hand kept stroking the lychee, and then with a small thumbnail cap cut the mandarin skin, carefully peeled off the skin and do not let the skin fall, the palm of the hand holding the lychee, as if holding a just pecked through the eggshell of the chicken, so lovingly look at the can not swallow, mouth can not stop saying to me: "You say it is how to grow? How do you say it grows? How is it that there is such white meat in the red skin?" After all, it is the first time to eat, after all, is delicious! Mother was actually as happy as a child.
(4) He held the ball in both hands, took a deep breath, and then stood on tiptoe, bounced in place for three or four times, and then he suddenly ran toward the basket like an arrow off the string. Four or five meters away from the basket, he handed the ball into his right hand and threw it to the rim, and the ball bounced back down with a bang. When it's too late, he took three steps to the basket, jumped up, grabbed the ball with both hands, lifted it to the top of his head, waisted it, and then called out, "Hey," and poured the ball into the basket.
(5) He looked at the composition book with a face full of distress, suddenly felt angry, and wanted to immediately dismantle it. He stared straight at others' composition books, but there was nothing he could do. He was just about to put down his pen, but he couldn't decide for a moment. After writing down the first word with great difficulty, he took a long breath. But new trouble came, and he didn't know how to write the next one. He tore off the side of the paper in anger, and soon fell back into thinking hard. When the bell rang, the others were already happily handing in their homework, but he looked as if he was dead in the water, and there was still not a single word in his composition book