1. Beethoven's posture is extremely ugly. His head is big, his body is short, it is difficult to smile on his face, and his movements are extremely clumsy. Once he wanted to learn to dance, but he couldn't keep up with the beat. It is reported that the reporter said that his facial expression is often cold and depressed. He is five feet four inches long, with broad shoulders, a pockmarked face, a rough brown face and a hard straight nose. The fingers are short, the five fingers are slightly equal in length, and the back of the hand has long hair. I have black hair. I never wear a comb or a hat. I often go out for a walk with my hair on. On windy days, his hair was blown like a flame. People met him in the middle of nowhere and suspected that he was a demon in hell.

This is what celebrities say about him.

He is short and fat, with a strong appearance and an athlete's skeleton. A wide khaki face didn't become morbid and yellow until his later years, especially in winter, when he was kept indoors and away from the fields. Frontal eminence uplift, extremely wide. Black hair, unusually thick, like a comb that has never been combed, hangs upside down everywhere, like a "snake on Medusa's head."

There was a strange power burning in his eyes, which shocked everyone who saw him; But most people can't tell their nuances. Because on the brown and tragic face, these eyes emit a wild light, so everyone always thinks it is black; It's actually gray-blue.

Usually small and deep, the time of excitement or anger only opens and rotates in the eyes, which wonderfully reflects their true thoughts.

He often stares at the sky with melancholy eyes. The wide nose is short and square, but it is actually like a lion. A delicate mouth, but the lower lip tends to protrude forward more than the upper lip. The gums are very strong, as if they can break walnuts.

His smile is beautiful, and there is often a lovely and pleasant atmosphere between conversations. On the other hand, his smile is unpleasant, rude, ugly and short-lived.

His usual expression is melancholy, showing an "incurable sadness".

Beethoven in this painting looks very young and seems to be under his age. He is thin and straight, his head and neck are stiff with a high collar, and he has arrogant and nervous eyes.

Lion-like face, clenched teeth on the bed, depicts wrinkles of anger and distress, but the most obvious character is his will, Napoleon-like will in his early years: "It's a pity that I am not as good at war as I am at music!" " Or I'll beat him! " .

Beethoven had a rough life and didn't build a family. I began to lose my hearing at the age of 26, and I was completely deaf in my later years. I can only talk to people through a conversation book. However, the lonely life did not make him silent and retired. 1789 French bourgeois revolution and progress inspired him greatly, which laid the foundation of his humanistic world view-equality of human beings, pursuit of justice and personality freedom, and hatred of feudal autocracy. He once said: "One year's freedom is much more useful to mankind than a hundred years' absolutism". very

2. Write a short composition about my deskmate. "No, I have to work out this problem!" The students around us walked back with great discretion, and everyone knew the temper of the "stubborn girl".

As his deskmate, I naturally feel deeply. She has a stubborn face, big eyes with tenacity under heavy eyebrows and upturned corners of her mouth, which can be seen at a glance.

This is a test. He has always been excellent, but he got more than 80 points. Looking at *, he cried sadly. After a while, he wiped his nose and said to himself, "It's worthless. I have the ability to correct the wrong questions to the teacher! " "Say that finish, she took out her pen and rearranged it.

After school, * * * rang and all the students went home, but he was still working on the problem. The teacher checked the doors and windows and found that she had not left yet. She said, "Why don't you leave?" Change it when you come this afternoon! ""No, "he said firmly," I must correct this problem! "The teacher can't take him. In the afternoon, when he handed the corrected test paper to the teacher, the teacher said, "You are so stubborn!" " "Once, we took part in labor, and a boy said to him," You usually get excellent grades, but you can't compare with me in labor. "

He looked up and said, "Then I will compete with you!" " "He just competed with him and beat him. His stubbornness also gave Wang Liang in our group a taste of "sweetness".

Wang Liang was originally a "troublemaker" who made people scratch their heads. As the team leader, we also advised him to turn a blind eye, but he just wouldn't listen. At that time, he reminded Wang Liang to finish his homework on time. Wang Liang seems very obedient. Who knows, the next day, he made up a jingle: "He, as stubborn as an ox, hit the south wall and never looked back.

Being nosy and annoying really worries us! He cried with anger. He stamped his foot and said, "I don't believe it. Wang Liang is stubborn. " From then on, Wang Liang didn't do his duty, so he helped him, once and twice ... Wang Liang was ill, so he helped him take notes and finished his homework with Wang Liang.

Also let Wang Liang be the team leader, and try the hard work of being the team leader. Gradually, Wang Liang seems to be a different person, and he has become a "smart star" in his class.

Looking at the changes in Wang Liang, the stubborn girl smiled with relief. Oh, the name "stubborn girl" can't be ignored. The first page of the "excellent cadre book" is her name: Wang Ting.

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My grandparents are over 60 years old. He has been engaged in repairing shoes since he was a teenager. Grandpa's shoes are beautiful and durable.

One evening, a client came into my house panting and said to my grandfather, "I have to catch a train at six tomorrow morning and go to Sichuan to see my seriously ill father." Can you fix these shoes and I'll pick them up at five tomorrow morning? " Grandpa said, "Yes!" The customer left in a hurry, and grandpa repaired his shoes carefully. Someone knocked at the door early in the morning.

I opened the door and the customer stood in front of it. Entering the room, grandpa said, "It's fixed."

The customer asked, "How much is it?" "Two yuan." The man handed Wu Ye a dollar and said, "Keep the rest!" "But grandpa gave him the rest of the money.

I looked at my grandfather's kind smiling face, sunken eyes and crooked fingers, and I was in awe. I thought: I want to learn from my grandfather.

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If this article is not described in kind, it will be much more prosaic.

Write a composition about your appearance. Look, this tomboy, a lively little girl appears in front of you in the mirror. She is of medium height, neither fat nor thin, with a long round face and small eyes embedded in it. She has short yellow hair and is not beautiful. You guessed her! Ha, far away, just around the corner, she is me-Wang Xiaolin. (Describe in detail. I am a cheerful girl and laugh everything off. At the same time, he is like a boy and likes to mingle with boys. Therefore, people call me "tomboy" and "Mulan". Not only that, my hobbies are similar to those of boys. For example, playing basketball, playing football, playing computer and reading comic books. Many things that have happened to me are very interesting. Although interesting, they sometimes make me feel embarrassed. I am cheerful, like a boy, with joys and sorrows. I don't like wearing girls' clothes, especially skirts. One day, I was wearing a white shirt and a pair of blue jeans, walking in the courtyard of the community and enjoying the fountain. I was fascinated. I thought she was calling someone else, but she tugged at my skirt and said, "Brother, do you know where Building 3 is?" I turned my head and stared at her. My face turns red, blue and white. I was surprised, angry and funny. I quickly ran away, pointing to the direction of Building 3. At that time, I was really at a loss and was particularly embarrassed. Don't you think it's funny? ! I don't like wearing girls' clothes, but it will bring embarrassment. ) Well, this is me, a lively and cheerful girl, a girl with a boy's character. (Finally, point out the theme. ) Comments: The little author highlighted his own personality characteristics in practice. He is "a lively and cheerful girl with a boy's personality." When introducing his own characteristics, the little author chose his own hobby. "Who are you? Summer is like an African, very strong, most tolerant and not afraid of anything. " (point out personality characteristics. ) "Don't praise me, I'm Mr. Bai Zi! I only know how to write a few simple words. " "Don't be modest. It doesn't matter if you can't write. You have a mouth and a brain! Wherever you go, you can sing a few eternal quatrains; My composition has been written twice, and now there is an article waiting to be published. " "Originally, my composition could have been a good book, but because the teacher couldn't read my handwriting and misunderstood my subtle thoughts, I didn't have a good book ..." (Being able to speak and write is an advantage, but the composition is implicated because of typos. ) "Let's not talk about writing. Don't you still play the flute? The flute you play is really nice, vibrato, long sound, short sound ... you can play almost anything well. " Being able to play the flute increases confidence. ) "Thank you for giving me confidence!" Comments: Look, the little author actually uses the second person to introduce his own characteristics in the form of dialogue. What a bold writing style! Dare to innovate, great! After reading the exercises, we can see that the little author has a strong personality, writes a good composition and plays the flute. I am a third-grade student in the selfie, but I am only eight years old, 1.3 meters tall, with short hair and chubby ears. I have a red face and big round eyes, and I look extremely energetic. Under my little nose (unfortunately, it's a little flat), but if I get angry, stomp my feet and put my hands on my waist, I really look like a "proud princess". I also have another feature-I have a loud voice and yell at people like firecrackers. My mother criticized me many times for this. He has a wide range of hobbies, and the electronic piano can shine brilliantly in singing, dancing and painting. Last week. Won the unanimous praise of the teachers and students present. In last year's "Celebrating June 1st" series of activities, I played the electronic organ and won the first prize in the county. I especially like English. Whenever I see college students and foreigners talking in English on TV, I envy them. Therefore, I have been studying English seriously since this semester. I want to talk with foreign businessmen in English when I grow up. I have a wide range of hobbies, especially English. Don't look at me. After dinner, I always take the initiative to help wash the dishes. Every time, my mother always gives me a thumbs-up and says, "My linger has grown up." (My mother's little helper. ) I still have some shortcomings, that is, I am too careless and like reading in bed. (list the shortcomings. ) This is my self-portrait. Do you have a crush on me? I hope we can be good friends. Finally, I hope to make friends. ) Comments: I practiced introducing my age, looks, temper, hobbies and my shortcomings in childish language. The simple words "I am in the third grade at the age of eight", "I have a wide range of hobbies" and "I help my mother" make us feel the cuteness of the little hero. The use of metaphor in writing makes the article more vivid. People are ambitious. Thick-skinned, not listening to thunder, afraid of rain. There are not many advantages, and cleverness counts as one. In the words of parents, he is not a perfect person, but a "player". Do you know why I am called thunderstorm? Because, at home, when the first day is in a bad mood, it will "thunder", and when 15 fails the exam, it will "thunder" (that is, slapping tables and chairs ... making some angry voices). But I dare not rain, because my rain can't put out my parents' blazing fire. I am a man, standing in front of the mirror and butting my ass. There is a touch of beauty in the wild air: my eyebrows are thick and thick, just like being wiped. My face is purple and bright by the sun. I like reading very much, probably because my reading posture is not correct enough, so I hung a pair of "eyes" in front of my eyes. There is a little boy in my mirror, with a tall figure, round face, big ears, white skin and a pair of small talking eyes shining with golden light. He is a small book fan, and he likes reading books about story kings and juvenile science and technology best.

4. The 300-word composition describing the teacher's appearance must be a complete description of the appearance. The person I know best is that she nourishes the delicate flowers of our motherland. She is like a diligent gardener, nurturing our growth and teaching us knowledge. She is of medium height, with brown curly hair, white oval face and a pair of glasses on her high nose. Covering her calm and bright eyes, she also has a glib mouth and sensitive ears. She's easy to get in, and she's very careful in class. When giving lectures, she often uses life examples or some historical stories to analyze difficult problems, so that we can learn knowledge while listening to stories, which makes me never tire of listening. Once, a classmate whispered in class and was found by her. At that time, she was writing on the blackboard. I don't know how she found it. Maybe her ears really look like ears. That classmate was punished by her, but I could see that the classmate didn't want to stand up. Yes, who wants to be criticized by the teacher? But facing her, he stood up helplessly. She worries about us all the time: in the middle of the night, we have entered a sweet dream, but she corrects her homework in the bright moonlight and faint light; During the day, she stood on the podium again, leading us into the ocean of knowledge and wandering in the ocean of knowledge. She carefully spread every seed to us, let it sprout, blossom and bear a string of huge, full and sweet fruits ... who is she? Needless to say, you already know that she is the person we admire and know best-the teacher.

5.200 words composition, 1. A boy stuck to me as soon as I entered the garden gate. He is about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a red vest, blue shorts and a drooping belt. All dirty, like a small landowner. Hairy crew cut and small round white face remind me of dandelions. He wandered around in front of me like a moth on fire, craning his neck to look at my spotlight.

This surprised me. Looking up, I saw a 12-year-old girl sitting high on a branch, holding a harmonica in her hand and preparing to play. She is wearing a lux cashmere sweater and a pea-green skirt. Two little feet in lux shoes are hanging and pulling, which is very comfortable. Her pigtail head leans on her right shoulder, her big watery eyes blink at me, and her nose is slightly upturned, revealing a naughty look. As soon as you see her, you will like her from the bottom of your heart.

6. When you wrote down this topic, I thought of a tall shadow.

He walked miles and miles of mountain roads with heavy luggage on his back in the scorching sun; He sat under the lamp and patiently explained the exercise to his daughter. With a warm smile, he provoked the burden of a family ... Today, when he was growing up, many details and words were selected by himself, without deliberately comparing or using them. He always emphasized to others that I wrote my mind in my own handwriting. At this point, I picked up a pen and wrote down who we were at that time, only to find that a thousand words could not be turned into a single article.

Too many emotions appear and disappear, and I'm afraid I can't fully describe all the facts. At the beginning of memory, we lived in a corner of a bustling city. In my impression, there is a long, gloomy alley, and at the end of the alley is our home.

Yes, I call it a writer just because you are there. When I was a child, I was always so scared and expecting every night.

I'm afraid of walking through that dark alley alone. Children's fears are always easily amplified. At the same time, I am also looking forward to your return.

You will gently pick me up from the sofa, put me on the bed and tuck me in. Actually, I wasn't asleep at that time either.

So, I looked at you through the door left unlocked, at the pictures I drew while waiting for you, and at the way you smiled ... I always said that knowing a woman is like knowing a father. Indeed, this is an indisputable fact.

You know me better than I do. You know my hobby. I like painting and reading.

Although you are busy and tired at work, you have never neglected me. I remember how you revised my composition in the middle of the night; I remember that you traveled all over the city just to find the book I wanted; I remember ... four years ago, considering my future, you sent me back.

I understand your intention, so I told myself in my heart, it's nothing, I can face a person's life. However, I am not as strong as I thought after all.

Looking at your drifting back, I stood there and cried at a loss. Later, when I was cleaning the old house where you lived, I found a yellow photo album.

In the photo, young you are holding my newborn, standing under a big tree with a smile on your lips. I looked at the photos and read the warmth and love you gave me with a daughter's heart.

Forgive my affectation. I just miss you a little.

Vaguely, those past events seem to have happened yesterday. You will comb my long hair and tie it into a croissant hairstyle.

Then say with satisfaction, I am your proud princess. Yes, you did. You gave me the best conditions you could, and let me stand in this world as a princess, neither supercilious nor shrinking.

You will accompany me to the balcony to see the stars on summer nights; You will accompany me to watch TV and watch my favorite Doraemon; You will eat with relish the first dish I learned to fry that is not very delicious; You will patiently listen to me talk about some trivial things ... I don't know when our relationship has changed slightly. I am not as close as I used to be. When you began to hide something from me, I began to hide my true feelings from you.

Remember, you said sadly, little boy, my heart hurts. When did you change? I turned around silently and didn't answer.

In the dark, you didn't notice that I was crying. What should I say, tell you that I am not doing well and I am wronged? But what can I do if I say it?

I just made a mistake you made. When you were in kidney calculi, you kept silent and laughed at me, didn't you? I clearly know how much pressure you have and how heavy your burden is.

But I can only watch and can't share anything with you. Then, how can I increase your burden so cruelly? No, absolutely not! Who must be kind to whom? Who must have the obligation to protect whom? I should know how to cherish what I have and be grateful, shouldn't I? How grateful I am to God for letting me meet you in this life. I am your only daughter in this life.

In my heart, you are the best father in the world. Although we have never expressed anything, we all have such a tacit understanding that we love each other deeply.

If there is an afterlife, I will remember you and come to you. And in this life, I have given everything to you, and I want to see you happy.

7. After 20 years of writing ... This afternoon, we have a composition class entitled "Going back to my hometown in 20 years". I spent a class telling my classmates about the earth-shaking changes that took place 20 years ago and today. Twenty years ago, I sat in the classroom like them, listening to the teacher and writing the same composition. I have no choice. I can't figure out what kind of life I will lead. But I just heard adults say, "upstairs and downstairs, lights and telephones." When can I live this life? I live this life now, but it was a dream at that time. I live in a low small tile house, in front of which is a "cement road". When it rains, it's all water and mud, and my children and I will step on it barefoot. Now that we are walking on the "cement road", everything will become interesting. Twenty years ago, I was playing by the river near the village. The clear river flowed eastward in spring. The willows on both sides of the river have just sprouted. A group of children are making willow flutes under the trees, and the flutes are flying in the air. It's so sweet to pull up Mao Mao grass. We scattered many petals in the river and learned the funeral method of Daiyu. In summer, we catch fish, crabs and cicadas in the river. We are really happy.

8. A 300-word composition about people's appearance. He has a pair of big watery eyes, black as a jewel with a little white, black hair and a high nose.

It's cute and naughty to keep your mouth up when you talk. Every time he has a composition class, he doesn't concentrate on the class and answers the teacher back.

Make students laugh. The teacher said that he was reincarnated as a living Buddha.

He is a cheerful, cheerful, ruddy, stout and potbellied man. His favorite pastime must be eating and drinking. His chubby face has a pair of small eyes, which look like small briquettes embedded by two naughty children.

He has a short and thick nose, and his nostrils are slightly upturned, which is a bit provocative and naughty. His greatest feature is his ears. Those two strange ears can be used to cover his eyes in case of sandstorm.

His body is very strong, and his small arms are white and strong, like a small stick. He often raises his small fist and makes boxing gestures. And a pair of short fat thighs, wearing fat pants, like two upright round pillows.

She is a quiet little girl and seldom talks. She has an angelic white face and a pair of black eyes that give people the warmth of spring. There is a boy in our class. It doesn't matter if you look at him casually > _< But if you watch him carefully for a period of time, you will find that he is very much like Yan Xiaoliu in the TV series Legend of Wulin! How similar ~! ~ small round eyes.

Laugh like a line, with a low nose and crooked eyebrows. Just the incarnation of Yan Xiaoliu. If he had a louder voice, he would be more like my 5-year-old cousin. Although she is only five years old, sometimes I can't say that she is better, so I have to give her three points. Cousin is very cute, with two dimples on her chubby face.

Sometimes when we smile at her, she will say, "I know what you are laughing at. You are laughing at my dimples. " With that, he poked her dimples with chubby fingers, looking very proud.

The most attractive thing about my cousin is her eyes. Her black eyes are so big that they almost occupy the whole eyeball. They are dark and seem to have no end in sight. When she asks you for something, she looks at you with pleading eyes, and your heart suddenly softens. She will give you whatever she wants.

The female teacher's surname is Song. Because she is young, she is only 20 years old at most. So we all call her Miss Song, and some female students kindly call her Big Sister. Teacher Xiao Song is tall and dressed simply.

There are two arch eyebrows on the face of melon seeds, a pair of bright and sharp eyes embedded under the arch eyebrows, and a glib mouth. Teacher Xiao Song tied two long ponytails and dragged them to his shoulders.

A group of Dai girls came with small spinning wheels on their shoulders and small lanterns in their hands, and their tight skirts swayed in the wind. Their figure is so slim, their steps are so light and their manners are so generous, as if a group of beautiful fairies descended from the sky.

At the crossroads, there was an old woman, slightly hunched and chubby, struggling to walk on the empty road with an umbrella. The wind came at me with heavy rain. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, stepped back half a step and staggered forward.

My sister is very cute. She has been three months. A few days ago, it was my sister's centenary birthday. My mother drove her little sister to "Love You Baby" and took some photos.

My sister has a pair of sparkling eyes, a bulging face and a very small mouth. She has a pair of lovely ears, and a pair of small hands clenched their fists and swayed from time to time.

Look! That meaty little foot looks like a steamed bun, so cute! I love my sister. Extra points, extra points, extra points, extra points, extra points, extra points, extra points, extra points, extra points, extra points.

9. Writing a composition is like a classroom of 600 words. Our classroom is very spacious. As soon as I entered the classroom door, I saw a wide and big podium with many treasures on it: there is a computer, which can listen to music and so on; There is a physical display table, LCD projector and screen, which the teacher uses to enlarge the content of the text and let us know more. The school is designed for our study and life. In the south corner is a window showing books and toys. There is a TV hanging on the showcase. In our spare time, we can watch school news, performances and cartoons ... The north wall is full of windows, and there is a famous saying in the middle: "Learning things costs money." Perseverance and long-term tempering make steel. The western wall is the back blackboard, which can publish blackboard newspapers, copy some students' good compositions, and copy some moral things. The teacher asked the students who drew well to draw on the blackboard at the back and copy some health knowledge. The cultural corner is on the north wall. There is an idiom world, and the idiom world is for us to fill in idioms. Only my composition is posted on the best composition written by our classmates. There is a little traveler. It's photos taken by our classmates all over the motherland. The desks and chairs in our classroom are very neat, and there is a five-star red flag between the two brands of "Civilization, Friendship and Strictness". In this beautiful classroom, students are like a big family, teachers are like parents, and our seventy-five classmates are like seventy-five brothers and sisters, learning from each other and helping each other.