Tall body/thick hands and feet/strong body/well-groomed/majestic/kind and upright/upright/kind-hearted/kind to others/quick hands and feet/dexterity/cheerful personality/lively

1. He is of medium height, with natural curly hair on his head. His bright eyes sparkle with intelligence and enthusiasm, and he always has a smile on his face.

2. Her hair is as soft as waves and as black as rainy clouds.

3. Mom’s eyes are long and slender, as beautiful as two leaves.

4. Dad’s eyes are always so majestic, looking at people like a judge all day long.

5. Dad stood there for a long time, like a statue. I couldn’t help but shed tears of gratitude when I looked at him.

6. When my mother finished cooking dinner, her waist could no longer straighten up. She said to me: "Xiaoqing, come and help me rub my back!"

7 .I stood in the rain, looking at my mother’s back, and infinite respect and love surged in my heart.

8. She ran quickly, as if she had used up all her strength.

9. Dad smiled, waved his big hand and said, "Okay, let's go together as a family!"

10. Dad buried his head and didn't say a word, but I I saw his hand wiping his tears.

11. As soon as my mother got home, she was as happy as if she had won a prize, and she could not close her mouth.

12. I opened the door and found that my mother was not asleep yet, with tears shining in her eyes.

5. Write reference paragraphs for parents

1. Dad is a judge and serves as the president of the Economic Tribunal. He looks ordinary, with a pair of small eyes on a dark face, a big nose, and thick red lips, probably because he smoked too many cigarettes! (The last sentence left a deep impression on people, indicating that the author observed very carefully.)

2. My father is a tall man, with a pair of thick and black eyebrows, and two Just bright eyes. Because he often works at night, his eyes sometimes become red. Fine and dense wrinkles have appeared on his weather-beaten face, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes are particularly distinct, spreading to the side like a small fan. (From the eyebrows to the eyes, and then to the wrinkles on the face, it is very orderly and does not feel confusing when reading.)

3. My mother is almost forty years old, with a medium build and thick, shiny short hair. , big and lively eyes, delicate and bright. He has thick black eyebrows and a small red mouth under the high bridge of his nose. When he smiles, he reveals a row of white and neat teeth. At the same time, wrinkles like small fish tails appear in the corners of his eyes. ("High bridge of nose", "red mouth", such descriptive language should be learned. Use more repeated words, and the article will become vivid and vivid, as if it is appearing in front of you.)

4. After dad finished singing "Special Love for Special You", he bent down like a big shrimp and bowed repeatedly. He also imitated the style of Hong Kong and Taiwan stars and blew a kiss, making the whole family laugh. . (Dad’s imitation of Hong Kong and Taiwan stars is really funny. It reflects Dad’s humorous and easy-going character, right?)

5. Through the small crack in the curtain, I discovered Dad’s secret. I saw him solemnly put on his suit, tie, and black shiny leather shoes, and walked around the house a few times, as if he was looking for something to feel; then he walked to the big mirror and twisted to the left happily. Turning right, looking in front and behind, I couldn't contain my inner joy. For some reason, he unbuttoned his buttons again, spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, made a chic and beautiful gesture, and grinned narcissistically at the mirror. What's going on? My mother on the side smiled and took out an invitation, waved it in front of me, and said, "Your father is going to negotiate with foreigners tomorrow!" (I wrote about my father's "secret" first, so even readers can't help but ask. , what is he doing? This is the correct way to write it. If you put the mother's words first, the effect will be much worse. )

6. My mother has a deformable face. When something makes her angry, her face immediately elongates; when she hears something happy, her face becomes round, and her eyes narrow into a line with a smile. (Capture the changes in the mother’s face shape to write about her personality and temper. This is so clever! I believe whoever reads this paragraph will praise it.)

7. Look, my mother is here In the room, I concentrate on knitting. She was sitting on the sofa, holding a needle and thread in both hands. Her movements were so skillful that in a short while, the sweater on her hands had grown a lot. (There are not many words, but it is a picture. What kind of picture is it? Give it a name, just call it "Mom's Weaving Picture", how about it?)

8. My father has a pair of God's eyes, love wears a brown dress. Because he loved smoking, the index and middle fingers of his left hand were burnt brown. He often speaks with a sense of humor and is very funny, often making the whole family laugh. Dad is also a stamp collecting fan. He often misses meal time because he goes to the post office to get stamps or exchange stamps. Sometimes he doesn't come back until we have finished eating. (This paragraph is about my father. How many characteristics did the general secretary write about him? Four. Among them, "loving to smoke" and "stamp collecting fan" are the best.

Why? Because the author used detailed descriptions. It’s about expressing characters through small things. You see, he loves smoking - his left fingers are burnt brown; he loves collecting stamps, and even forgets to eat! Are the characteristics of the characters more prominent? )

9. My father is a worker. He is of medium build, has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and is always smiling. Dad is very enthusiastic. If others have any difficulties, just call him and he will help. Once, Grandma Li suffered a sudden heart attack. Her children all went to work, and no one was at home. When my father saw her, he rode a tricycle and took Grandma Li to see a doctor without saying a word. Therefore, my neighbors all like him very much. (One difference between this paragraph and the previous paragraph is that the details in the text are written in more detail. Unlike the previous paragraph, which is just one or two sentences. Of course, by writing like that, the characteristics of the characters can also be expressed.)

10. Amidst the noise, I heard the sound of "Tuk Tuk" tapping on the glass window. I heard it all at once! I turned my head, and sure enough, it was dad! He stood outside the window with a familiar smile in his eyes. I looked at him through the glass window. The rainwater splashed on the window, which made my father’s face deformed and seemed to look particularly old. (The young author is very good at writing articles. The shot he captured was very touching, like shooting a movie. What shot was it?)

What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no one can tell an emotionless person what touching is. Because moving is not expressed with words, but with heart.

Moving, like refreshing sweet spring. Drinking from the sweet spring, our hearts become clear and bright.

Touched, like the intoxicating sea breeze. Feeling the sea breeze makes our hearts pure and spacious.

Moving, like the heartbreaking white snow. Appreciating the white snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

When there are no moving footprints in this world, it will become a frozen world. Cold and ruthless.

Friends, please get out of the mire! Please make a little space to carry this touching moment that will last a lifetime!

"Moved", this word with rich humanistic color is so touching. We live in this touching world, and we are always touched by many big and small things every day. A word of greeting when we are in difficulty, an encouraging look when we are frustrated, an umbrella in the rain, a cup of hot water when we are sick... All of these stir up waves in our hearts and turbulence our emotions all the time. Especially the experience when my father repaired my car, I will never forget it in my life.

Last Friday, when I came home from school, I realized that my bicycle was gone. I called home, but no one picked up. I was so anxious that I almost cried. At this time, one companion said to take me home, and the other two companions also said the same. With the help of these companions, I finally returned home. As soon as I got home, I cried and told my father and mother that my bicycle had been stolen. After hearing this, my father comforted me and said, "Don't cry. If it's gone, it's gone. I'll find a way for you."

Early the next morning, my father found two broken-down bicycles that he hadn't ridden for many years. Bicycle, he wants to combine the two bikes into one. But because my father worked part-time for someone else and had no time, he first asked his grandfather to come over to see if the tire was broken and whether any parts were needed, and waited for him to come back at noon to repair it. At noon, dad came back. After eating, he didn't bother to rest and immediately went to the yard to repair his bicycle. I saw him there, disassembling this and that, straightening up and bending down for a while, his hands were stained with oil, and sweat was dripping down his cheeks. I said: "Dad, it's so hot, please take a rest." Dad said: "I'm not tired, I'm not tired, you go to bed." At noon, Dad failed to repair the bicycle, so he went to work again in the afternoon. .

In the evening, my mother and grandma were making dumplings. Soon, my father came back. As soon as he put down the shovel, he hurriedly repaired the bicycle. After a while, grandpa also came to help him. The dumplings were cooked, but they still didn't fix them. Mom said: "Let's eat first, and then repair after eating." After we finished eating, grandpa and grandma left, and dad continued to repair. My mother and I were both sleepy and went to bed, but my father was still practicing. I don’t know when he fell asleep.

The next day, when I got up, a shabby but clean bicycle appeared in front of me. I went over and took a look: "Ah, it's fixed!" I immediately went out and tried riding it. When I tried it, it was quite transparent. Riding on it gave me an indescribable feeling.

Dad, how much rest time have you sacrificed in order not to delay your son’s schooling. For the sake of this family, you have to keep going out to work. What can I give you in return, my dad! I will study hard and live up to your expectations.

My father

I have a fickle father. Sometimes we are like friends, close to each other; sometimes we are like strangers, alienated from each other and far away. At the end of the world. His character traits can be described as seven wolves.

The caring side of men

My father loves me very much. But he is not like my mother who takes care of every little thing in my life, so I often think he hates me.

Whenever I make a mistake and get beaten, I often have the urge to take a kitchen knife from the kitchen and chop him to death. When I get beaten, I always wonder if he and I are related by blood.

I remember when I traveled with the summer camp, my father didn’t come to see me off, only my mother came. Seeing other classmates seeing their parents off, I felt that my father must have nothing to do with me, otherwise he would not be like this and not come to see me off even if he was about to travel far away. On the way there, I thought my father must be celebrating at home now, celebrating that the plague god of my generation has finally left him. The day I came back, my mother asked me if I wanted to know why my father didn’t see me off on the day I left. I said disdainfully: "He hates me, but it's not a big deal." "No," my mother said firmly, "You know? Your father can't bear to leave you. He keeps talking about you at home. He's afraid that sending you off will make him unhappy. Even sadder..." When I heard this, my nose felt sore and my eyes were filled with tears. This was the first time I knew that my father cared about me so much. It turned out that my father cared for me with a kind of tough love.

The lonely side of men

One evening at seven o'clock, my father called back and said that he had to work overtime and would not be back for dinner. My father's job is very hard. He often works overtime and stays out all night after working overtime. Because of working overtime, my father has become much older. Often sitting in front of the computer and working overtime, my father's eyes were extremely tired and his vision plummeted. It is my father who supports our family! Thinking of my father sitting alone in the office and busy working, and thinking of my father's isolation and loneliness, I shed tears of regret that I didn't understand my father.

The proud side of a man

One year during the final exam, I only scored 24 points because I was addicted to the Internet. After I got home, I was wondering how my father would punish me, but my father said to me surprisingly calmly: "Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is falling! Summarize the reasons for this failure yourself, and use this as a starting point to strive for Get good grades." Then my father worked with me, assisted me in my studies, and solved problems for me. Through my unremitting efforts, my grades skyrocketed. In the final exam, I performed extremely well and finally won the first place in the grade. This is the first time I have received an honorary certificate! After returning home, my father was overjoyed when he saw my certificate of honor. The next day, someone mentioned this to my father, and my father puffed up his chest proudly. This is what my father is most proud of. At this time, I saw my father's proud side.

The conquest side of men

I often play games online in Internet cafes, and I have been caught countless times. Regardless of the beatings and scoldings from my parents or the dissuasion from my teachers, I never corrected despite repeated admonitions. Every time the teacher beat my father, because my father firmly believed in the principle that "good people come out of a stick", sometimes I would be beaten until my skin was torn and I would scream in agony. No exception, he was caught again this time. I was just wondering what cruel methods my father would use to punish me. But I didn't expect that my father forgave me for the first time and told me a true story: My father used to go out and surf the Internet as much as I did, and he refused to change despite repeated admonitions. After I was born, I also went to Internet cafes to play, often all night long. Later, grandma told my father that he had a family and should be responsible for the family. It's like a tough rope tying up my father's hot-tempered horse and making him docile. My father said that I should also find a rope to spur me on, that is my own future. My father's words made me deeply blame myself, which allowed me to see my father's conquering side.

My father is like a wolf. Behind his strong appearance, he hides a gentle heart. He loves me, but he never dotes on me. He loves me in a different way.

My father is like a wolf. He placed me in the endless desert, letting me be blown by wind and rain, but he always watched me in the dark and never let me lose my way.

Example (2) My mother

My mother is a teacher in a primary school in **. She goes out early and comes back late every day to contribute to the students. There are many precious things that I can’t get. Sometimes I am even a little jealous of my mother’s students, thinking, how great it would be if I were my mother’s student!

My mother has a pair of small and bright eyes. Although she is a bit small, she still carries that majesty. She has light eyebrows, a straight nose, and a small cherry mouth. She is considered a beauty with her melon-shaped face. Many people said that my mother was beautiful, and she was very happy, but she didn't show it. Even though my mother is already forty years old, she is very good at taking care of herself! Teachers often worry about their students. The more worries they have, the more gray hair they will naturally have. But I don’t know why, my mother’s gray hair has nothing to do with her. Even now, her hair is still black and shiny, making others think she is not old. My mother has a good figure, but there is one flaw - "big". Whenever I talk about her, she will definitely defend herself like this: "What's wrong with being big? What's wrong with being a woman without talent!" I don't know what to say!

At work, my mother is diligent and conscientious. She tutors students every day and she never complains. Mom is very patient. If students have any unclear questions, she will teach them until the student union is reached before she gives up.

Sometimes, she even forgot to eat lunch in order to tutor students. She doesn't get home until after 6:30 in the evening, and often stays up very late in order to correct homework for her students. Finally, hard work paid off, and my mother achieved certain results. My mother has won the title of "Excellent Teacher" many times.

At home, although I see my mother very little time every day, my mother's love for me will not diminish. Every night, my mother would wait for me to fall asleep before going to bed. She would get up several times at night to cover me with food. She would also try her best to give me whatever I wanted to eat. ``````

Mom , I am proud that you are a competent mother, and even more proud that you are an excellent teacher!

Example (3) A good teacher in my mind

Every student has a standard for measuring a good teacher. In my primary school career, I encountered many Good teachers, some are humorous, some are amiable, some are strict...and the good teacher in my mind is our English teacher Mr. Wang.

Teacher Wang is the English teacher of our class. I still remember the first English class. A strange man walked into the classroom with a big belly like a big watermelon. He introduced himself: "My name is Wang Zhaoyong. You can call me Teacher Wang. From today on, I will be your English teacher." Teacher Wang is very strict in class. His eyes are on every student. As long as he notices someone If you don't listen carefully to the class, he will approach the student, "confiscate" the plaything in his hand, and tell him that he should listen carefully and grasp every minute of the class, otherwise you will not be able to learn the knowledge that others have learned. However, sometimes we are not so lucky. Teacher Wang said that he likes to hear the sound of tearing paper the most. If he reads a book in class that is not relevant to class, he will tear it up.

Although Teacher Wang is so strict with us, I think he is very kind sometimes. Maybe he is our "friend".

The teacher’s responsibility is to teach and educate people. Teaching should be “teaching people how to fish” rather than “teaching people how to fish”; educating people should be about cultivating good qualities in children. Our teacher is such a good teacher who takes student development as his own responsibility.

Example (4) This is me

I have a medium build, bright eyes, a nose that is neither high nor short, ears that are good at listening to knowledge, and uneven teeth. . Please take a look at a few stories about me below------

Climbing Guishan Mountain

It was a Sunday morning. My parents and I went to climb Guishan Mountain. . Arriving in front of the majestic Guifeng, my father and I decided to take a look at Guifeng and experience the artistic conception of "infinite scenery on the dangerous peak" in the poem. However, my mother refused to let us climb the mountain because there was no way to reach the top. The stairs are very dangerous, very straight and steep, like chains hanging from the sky. However, my father and I still insisted on climbing the mountain. We climbed up slowly and carefully step by step. Although during the climbing process, my father and I were very tired and felt that the road ahead was difficult and dangerous. But we didn't stop there. We supported and encouraged each other along the way, overcame various difficulties, and finally climbed to the top of the mountain. We finally felt the state of "going to the top to see all the mountains and small mountains", appreciated the landscape of "not afraid of the floating clouds covering our eyes, only wishing to be at the highest level", and experienced the "ridges when viewed from the side and peaks on the sides," The philosophy of “distinctions between distance and distance”.

------I have the courage to climb and perseverance.

Exploring Formulas

I remember that when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, I listened very seriously every time, so there were almost no exercises in the sixth grade that I couldn’t do. However, once when I was doing a Mathematical Olympiad question about subtracting square numbers, I was stumped. So, with the idea of ??"never give up until I solve this problem," I calculated hard and tried hard to find the answer. After thinking hard, turning over and over again, and constantly scrutinizing, I finally discovered the square number The formula for subtraction------The difference between the squares of two numbers is equal to the product of the sum of the two numbers and the difference of the two numbers.