Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy and ecstatic.

Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy.

[sad]

Sadness, sadness, sadness, sadness, sadness, sadness, sadness, sadness, sadness, sadness, generosity and elegy.

[sad]

Worry, sadness, depression, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety.

[resentment]

Anger, resentment, resentment, resentment, resentment, resentment, resentment, resentment.

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it all my life.

[Angry]

Anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger, anger.

Leave, go on the rampage, go on the rampage, go on the rampage, be furious, be furious, be furious.

With a scowl and glare.

[panic]

Fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear, fear.

Sentences describing the psychological activities of characters

Happy:

1, my heart is as sweet as honey.

2. My heart is full of joy.

Nervous:

1, my heart suddenly hit my throat and I was shocked.

My arm is like a rabbit in my arms, jumping and jumping.

3, the heart is like fifteen barrels of water-seven ups and downs, for a long time can not be calm.

My heart is pounding.

I am afraid that the steering wheel will slip off, my heart will suddenly jump and my hands will sweat.

6. My uneasy heart beats faster and faster, and I dare not think.

Looking at the broken bottle on the ground, I was so nervous that I opened my mouth and just stood there, feeling uneasy. If my dad comes back and finds out, he will definitely criticize me severely.

Sadness:

1, the heart is like a needle.

My heart ached like a knife, and my tears kept flowing downwards.

3, my heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, which is really not a taste.

All of a sudden, I seem to have fallen into the ice room, and I feel cold from my heart to my toes.

That thing is worse than wearing a cotton-padded jacket in dog days.

6. Mom and Dad quarreled again, which made me very unhappy. I'm upstairs alone. What should I do? I cried sadly.

Fear:

1, I timidly lowered my head and dared not look at my father's muddy face.

2. "Shit!" My heart thumped: this must be a bad thing!

Anxiety:

1, I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks.

Heavy:

1, my legs move forward step by step like lead.

Guilt, remorse:

1. Guilt and regret are pounding my heart, and I can't sleep over and over.

The 450-word composition about people's psychological changes is changing all the time. The world is a product of change. In Laozi's view, it is "Tao" that produces everything. "Tao gives birth to one, two, two, three, three things." Isn't it because of change?

Everything not only refers to visible and tangible objects, but also can be thoughts. So people's ideas about the outside world are also changing.

Take me learning Chinese for example! When I was in grade one, I found that the Chinese in junior high school and primary school had changed a lot, and I was no longer just memorizing words. My grades also began to decline. What I am most afraid of is the Chinese exam. I always think about what to do if I don't do well in the exam. Once I finish the exam, even if there are still a few days of safe time before the papers are approved, I can sleep well. I didn't leave this dark life until my Chinese grades improved last semester. In the past, what I hated most was writing basic Chinese training, because not only did you have a lot of words to write, but the exam basically had no original questions. But it did improve my grades a lot, and I finally understood that copying books is actually a kind of learning. Now, I think the function of Chinese examination is to help me build a new side among my classmates.

My view of China people has changed greatly, from disgust to love. "Tao, Tao, very Tao; Names, nicknames, unusual names; Nothing, the beginning of the world; Yes, the mother of all things. " What is nothingness? What's there? It's hard to say. Because everything is changing. ...

change

At that time, just stepping on the back of winter, I finished a journey. At that time, the wind sent warm wishes again, and I walked on the path of memory, leaving only a disappointed daydream. ...

In a leisurely afternoon, I opened my book and rows of clear words danced in front of me like elves. I sat down and munched on this book called "The Past", and I was lost in thought unconsciously. Inadvertently looking in the mirror, I feel as if I am no longer the innocent and lovely little girl in my parents' eyes. I think this is change! Sometimes it's a change you don't even know about. I see, the years are changing relentlessly, and people are changing quietly with the silent replacement of the years. This is a fact that no one can change. As * * * said: If there is love in the sky, people will be old. So is the sky, not to mention people?

Friend, have you ever been lying on an antique desk, quietly listening to the melody of time? Have you ever walked barefoot on the beach and looked back at the deep footprints behind you? Have you ever stood in front of your mother and found that her clear eyes have begun to muddy? Do you ... when you feel the rhythm of the clock every second and appreciate this rhythm and movement, you will be surprised to find that the second hand jumps from one second to another, which is a change! And these trivial changes will make you think deeply?

Sitting alone in front of the window, the breeze Xu Lai. Looking up at the vast blue sky and savoring the artistic conception of "watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court and watching the clouds rolling in the sky", I found that this is also a simple and complicated change. I am glad that I am not careless and have not forgotten this beautiful picture carelessly. Over and over again, savor it carefully ... a meaningful famous saying comes to mind: life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery. I know that the beauty in life is precisely because of these quiet and constant changes. From cells to the universe, everything is beautiful because of change.

3. Artistic conception is a clue to the artistic conception of tea.

I use tea as a metaphor for my mood. When the tea is cold, everything will be scattered!

There has been no research on tea, just like life, it is very pale. When I was a few years old, I never thought about it. Just occasionally sigh goodbye when encountering setbacks. Now, I often think, just, stop if you want, there is no conclusion, and you will know the ending only after you walk, so I am calm, and I will be trapped if I pursue the answer of my experience again.

In retrospect, it seems that many things have changed their taste. Yesterday's events suddenly turned into nostalgia, dusty in yellowed notebooks, and densely engraved in time. Let time fly, no matter what, can you hold on and bear everything?

I am thinking, what kind of state of mind should a person write "live dirty" on Q's signature? It is brave to expose his personal feelings to people's attention in broad daylight. In my heart, some things should be hidden forever, some things can be written, and some things should be kept for myself. External communication and dissemination should be philosophical, lively and serious. ...

Writing has become a pastime, a sustenance, a few strokes and a stroke, and it is better than a silent and pale carefree mood. You wrote down wealth, you can't remember it, let it flow with the water, and then look for my trace in the next century. I don't know, there are always endless reverie and endless dreams.

About everything in the world, the word "love" should be the leading factor, which is nothing more than the relationship between family, love and friendship. These three "loves" should be the worst. Beauty has been unlucky since ancient times, and Lin Daiyu is a classic example. It is a household name, and everyone knows that talking too much will spoil the atmosphere. Let's just say that family friendship is more affordable.

4. The growth story takes the psychological change of' me' after losing the election as a clue, and focuses on depicting an inch of time and an inch of gold. In a blink of an eye, I have unconsciously passed nearly 1 1 spring and autumn, and spent countless inches of time ... Many unforgettable things happened during my growth, just like shells. Colorful and varied, but what makes me feel the most beautiful is the bud. That's what you did in ignorance. ...

My sister came to my house in the summer vacation of freshman year. Mom just bought a bunch of oranges. I took two big yellow oranges, one for me and one for my sister. I said, "How delicious is it?" My sister nodded and said, "It's delicious but not as delicious as you." We all laughed. But who knows, I accidentally ate the seeds in my stomach. Sister, watch and see. Pretending not to see it, she said solemnly, "Eat oranges instead of seeds. If you eat it, it will take root and sprout in your stomach and finally bear fruit. " I broke out in a cold sweat after listening to it. As long as I think about taking root in my stomach all afternoon ... I'm afraid. You will definitely want to tell your parents, but you are afraid that they will worry. My heart is restless and I can't stop beating.

At night, I finally fell asleep. But I had a strange dream. I had a bud on my head. My classmates stopped playing with me when they saw me. The teacher hates me and even my parents don't want me. I was lonely, no one noticed me ... I sat up and cried. My mother was awakened by me because of the noise. I rushed over and asked, "What's the matter?" Mom, I have a little bud on my head. You don't want me. Mother said, "silly child, you have a little bud there." I told my mother the truth in detail. Mother smiled and then said to me, "it takes air and soil to grow things ... is it?" ? Your sister is teasing you. You've been cheated! That's when I realized. Sister, wait for me, and I'll fool you next time.

How's it going? This is very interesting. In fact, my growth experience is like a photo recording my growth. Everything in the photo is reflected in my mind and I will never forget it. In fact, growing up is full of happiness, like a sweet toffee. Gently lick the sweetness lingering around the corners of the mouth, let us relive this beautiful happiness; In fact, the experience of growing up is full of troubles, just like a cup of bitter coffee. Looking back on the bitterness left in our mouths, let's look back on the immaturity of childhood.

This is what I remember most clearly from my childhood. It is the most beautiful shell, the most dazzling star, the sweetest candy, the most beautiful photo and the sweetest coffee. Growing memory is the most beautiful part of life.

5. Psychological Change Composition Psychological Change On Sunday morning, it was sunny.

I turn on the computer and play chess online. The game has started, and I am full of confidence. After more than 30 hands, the layout is basically completed.

The opening was very beneficial to me, and my heart was full of joy. Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, my mood is as jubilant as waves. The chess game was in progress, and the opponent suddenly got disconnected! "Ha ha, give me this recruit again, let you take an examination of a five-minute long. You can't do it at your level just now. I want to win this chess game! " Seeing that the other party is not online yet, I turned on the music player and began to enjoy the wonderful pop music.

At this time, the other party went online again and ordered a child in the middle abdomen very neatly. I glanced at it, and the other person's walking pattern was very common.

"Do you need a long test for half a day?" I said to myself. I continued to enjoy the music and answered without thinking.

My music attracted my father. I looked at him proudly and thought, "Dad should praise me again!" " "I saw my father silently watching me play chess. Suddenly, he frowned. My eyes quickly turned back to the chessboard from my father's face, and I felt a little inexplicable tension in my heart. I quickly turned off the music player and re-examined my chess game. No! I was cheated by the other party! I fell into a long exam, and I kept calculating all possible methods, thinking, "Are you just giving up? "No way! Anything can happen until the last moment, so you can't give up! " After a long exam, I made my own strategy, stabilized my emotions, and began to treat my opponent's every move seriously and calmly, and I have never forgotten the strategy I just made: save the dragon by giving up the small.

I secretly encourage myself: persist, persist, and persist! Calm down, calm down, calm down again! Focus, focus, focus again! Finally found the loophole of the opponent. I quickly seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, successfully saved my dragon, and finally won with a slight advantage. I can't tell you how happy I am! I suddenly collapsed in the chair, and I was ashamed of my behavior of underestimating my enemy and getting carried away when I was dominant; I'm also happy for my perseverance and being awake at the last moment. Of course, more importantly, after this psychological change from great joy to great sorrow to great joy, I understand a truth: whatever you do, you must do it seriously, and you must never take it lightly, let alone be half-hearted.

6. Write a plain composition with emotional changes as a clue. The first sentence is that Xiao Qiang is confidently doing hot work on the runway. Today, our class held a running competition.

The teacher led us to the runway and said to us, "Call the students by name to run and race.". If you are not called, practice by yourself first. The first group is Joel and Meng Jia. " So Xiao Qiang confidently warmed up beside the runway. Not to be outdone, I also warmed up for a while on the running line and was ready to go. I only heard the teacher shout "Ready, Run!" "I'm like an arrow" whoosh! "The ground rushed out, and I thought as I ran: Hum, this Xiao Qiang is really too slow. I'd better wait for him So I slowed down and waited for him. When I was daydreaming and getting carried away, he caught up with me. When we were shoulder to shoulder, Xiao Qiang said, "If we are only ten meters away from the finish line, goodbye. I wish you a pleasant journey. " I also shouted at him: "Good! "I saw him and her running fast, even faster than a bicycle. I suddenly saw that he was only a few meters from the finish line. I shouted: "The tiger is not arrogant and impetuous. When I am a sick cat, speed up!"! ""But it's too late. He has reached the finish line. So, I was finally eliminated in the preliminary round.

When I got home, I lay in bed and reflected: I am really a bit like the rabbit in the tortoise-rabbit race. My dream is like a turtle. I, a rabbit, practiced a good kung fu for nothing. Hey, admit my bad luck!

I should learn a lesson from this incident. Life will face numerous competitions, big and small. Competition is ruthless. In the competition, we should try our best to beat our opponents with our own strength. Can we also slow down and wait for others to surpass us?

7. The artistic conception of The Courage of Flowers becomes a clue. On weekends, I played in my small vegetable garden and saw a beautiful flower dancing among the flowers, happily flying from one flower heart to another. "What a beautiful butterfly!" I couldn't help sneaking up and holding it in my hand. Oh, great, I can make a beautiful butterfly specimen! At this time, the butterfly fluttered between my fingers, and I saw it trying to stir its wings to escape. "Hum, don't waste your energy, you can't escape from my palm!" I can't help feeling smug, and at the same time increase the strength of my palm. Unexpectedly, the harder I worked, the more the butterfly struggled, and the power of survival quickly defeated my arrogance as a winner through my fingertips. I opened my palm and let the butterfly go. I feel the power of life for the first time!

One day, I transplanted a reed from my neighbor's house. In the first few days, I took good care of it, either watering it or letting it bask in the sun, as busy as a bee. But it didn't last long. As soon as the novelty passed, I forgot. When I think about it again, the poor little aloe has dried up and turned yellow. I quickly watered it, hoping it would recover slowly. Unexpectedly, the little aloe really created a miracle of life. The next day, when I looked at it again, it had proudly held its head high and waved to me with its branches stretched out. How strong the vitality of that flexible branch is! It can make it break through the dilemma of death, persevere and thrive!

A butterfly, an aloe vera, the power of life is so powerful, so vivid, and this power is shocking. Life is precious and short, we have no reason to waste a minute, let alone be cynical and give up on ourselves, but we must cherish life, live a glorious life and be strong!