When I grew up, I made many good friends. But there was only one person who impressed me the most, and my association with her also had a great influence on me.
She, a person who helped me when I was killed, an ordinary-looking person, an excellent student, and another … she is Long Wenjing. Thin and tall figure, although the skin is relatively dark, but this makes a pair of watery big eyes more dazzling, a black and shiny hair neatly tied, a red and moist mouth. It gives people a refreshing feeling at first sight. I studied and played with her for three years. From these three years, I found many "bright spots" in her.
I still remember one day, the sun moxibustion baked the earth, and we went to physical education class. The whole class is running, and she and I are running on the same line. Running and running, I feel dizzy, and the sweat on my forehead drops down. So I instinctively put my hand on her shoulder. Then she noticed something, too, and stopped at once. Look at me. "What's the matter?" "Oh. I feel uncomfortable to fall. " She looked at the sweat on my forehead and said, "You seem to have heatstroke. Come on, I'll help you to the tree! " In this way, my body depends on her thin body. When she finally helped me under the tree, she was sweating all over. I sat under the tree and she squatted down. Wipe the sweat off my forehead with my sleeve. The other hand held my cheat. I suddenly feel much better. Gradually began to wake up. "Luo, better? Do you want to drink water? " "hmm." Only then did I find that her eyes were full of anxiety. "I'll pour it for you!" "Good ..." At this moment, I found tears of disappointment falling down. On this day, I was really touched. Touched a friend's concern for me. From then on, the two of us helped each other in study and life. It was also from this day that I learned what friendship is.
In fact, there are many things shining on her. Her spirit of loving learning has the greatest influence on me. In class, after class, she will pick up a book and open it attentively, and her expression will change with the plot in the book. In comedy, she will raise her eyebrows and bend her mouth. Laugh happily. In tragedy, she will frown and shrug. It looks like crying. It was not until class that she reluctantly put down her book. No matter where I go to play with her after class, she will never forget to bring a book and put it in her small backpack. As soon as she is free, she will take out her books. At this time, she has neglected the surrounding conditions. Looks very focused. Indeed, I really admire her love of learning. I appreciate it, too. I have been in touch with her for a long time. Sometimes she reads, and I can't help reading. In this way, now I have developed a good habit of reading.
With her, I really learned a lot. Something about her may have changed my life. Now, my extracurricular knowledge is getting richer and richer, and my popularity is getting better and better! Thank her-Wang Shuo.
2. Action composition describing people's serious work. A person who influenced me the most grew up and I made many good friends.
But there was only one person who impressed me the most, and my association with her also had a great influence on me. She, a person who helped me when I was killed, an ordinary-looking person, an excellent student, and another … she is Long Wenjing.
Thin and tall figure, although the skin is relatively dark, but this makes a pair of watery big eyes more dazzling, a black and shiny hair neatly tied, a red and moist mouth. It gives people a refreshing feeling at first sight.
I studied and played with her for three years. From these three years, I found many "bright spots" in her.
I still remember one day, the sun moxibustion baked the earth, and we went to physical education class. The whole class is running, and she and I are running on the same line.
Running and running, I feel dizzy, and the sweat on my forehead drops down. So I instinctively put my hand on her shoulder.
Then she noticed something, too, and stopped at once. Look at me.
"What's the matter?" "Oh. uncomfortable
Want to fall. "She looked at the sweat on my forehead and said," You seem to have heatstroke.
Come on, I'll help you under the tree! "In this way, my body depends on her thin body. When she finally helped me under the tree, she was sweating all over.
I sat under the tree and she squatted down. Wipe the sweat off my forehead with my sleeve.
The other hand held my cheat. I suddenly feel much better.
Gradually began to wake up. "Luo, better? Do you want to drink water? " "hmm."
Only then did I find that her eyes were full of anxiety. "I'll pour it for you!" "Good ..." At this moment, I found tears of disappointment falling down.
On this day, I was really touched. Touched a friend's concern for me.
From then on, the two of us helped each other in study and life. It was also from this day that I learned what friendship is.
In fact, there are many things shining on her. Her spirit of loving learning has the greatest influence on me.
In class, after class, she will pick up a book and open it attentively, and her expression will change with the plot in the book. In comedy, she will raise her eyebrows and bend her mouth. Laugh happily.
In tragedy, she will frown and shrug. It looks like crying.
It was not until class that she reluctantly put down her book. No matter where I go to play with her after class, she will never forget to bring a book and put it in her small backpack.
As soon as she is free, she will take out her books. At this time, she has neglected the surrounding conditions. Looks very focused.
Indeed, I really admire her love of learning. I appreciate it, too.
I have been in touch with her for a long time. Sometimes she reads, and I can't help reading. In this way, now I have developed a good habit of reading.
With her, I really learned a lot. Something about her may have changed my life.
Now, my extracurricular knowledge is getting richer and richer, and my popularity is getting better and better! Thank her-Wang Shuo.
My mother's smile is everyone's most beautiful side, but I don't think anyone's smile can match my mother's smile in my heart. Because my mother's smile taught me to be strong, honest and brave. I remember that time, I had a high fever, because my parents didn't pay attention, so I didn't care too much. After class, I began to feel sick all over. I finally got home. There was no one at home, so I had to lie still in bed, waiting for my parents to come home. I fell asleep in bed. After a while, my mother came back from work and shook me when she saw me lying asleep in bed. I opened my eyes feebly. My mother asked me nervously, "What's the matter?" I said, "Mom, I feel dizzy and want to throw up." My mother touched me. I put on my clothes and carried me to the hospital. When I was lying in a hospital bed, my mother sent meals to the hospital every day, rain or shine, which made me very happy. I was very moved at that time. Seeing my mother's warm smile, I became stronger. Another time, I went out to play with my friends and accidentally trampled someone else's flowers. We are anxious like ants on hot bricks. When I was about to run away with my friend, I remembered what my mother had said to me: "It doesn't matter if I made a mistake, the important thing is to correct it and take the initiative to admit that this is a good boy." ! "Smile at me. Thinking of this, the idea of running away is a little shaken. Then I thought about it and decided to admit my mistake. My friends advised me not to go, but I finally got up the courage to admit my mistake to my friends. Because I don't want to be sorry for my mother's smile. We went to that family to apologize and accompany the money, and the family praised us for being honest .. When I got home, I told my parents about it, and I saw my mother smile at me again. Since then, I have been honest and brave in everything I do. I love my mother's smile because it gives me encouragement, courage, strength and courage. My mother's smiling mother is the greatest in the world.
I have been bathed in the sunshine of maternal love since I was born. In order to raise me well, she did everything a mother could do.
What impressed me the most and made me doubly grateful was my mother's kind and sincere smile. I made progress, and she smiled and praised me; I made a mistake and she criticized me with a smile; When I was complacent, she smiled and threw some cold water on me; When I was decadent and depressed, she smiled and gave me some motivation ... I am a small tree, thriving under the dew of my mother's smile, and I am a small flower, blooming under the warm spring breeze of my mother's smile.
I am growing up day by day, but I don't know why my mother's kind smile is no longer rare, and it is often replaced by a stern face. Only my desk, desk lamp and countless exercises accompany me every day.
"Does my mother not love me?" I thought about it over and over again, and denied it over and over again. I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to write and recite poems, washed my clothes in the cold winter and cleaned my room in the hot summer ... One day when I was nine years old, it was raining cats and dogs outside, and it was thundering.
I suddenly had a high fever. My father is not at home. My mother looked at me and out of the window. She put on my raincoat carefully and resolutely picked me up and ran to the hospital. I fell on my mother's back and clearly heard her shortness of breath.
My heart is about to break. I said, "Mom, I'll go down by myself!" " "Mother replied firmly," how is that possible? How can you walk in the rain with a high fever? Cover your raincoat tightly and don't get wet. " My eyes can't help getting wet.
The road was slippery on rainy days, and my mother almost fell down. After standing firm, she eagerly asked me, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "That's good, that's good." In this way, my mother carried me to the hospital with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
When curly hair comes to your hands again and again, an inexplicable feeling will always rush from your heart to your chest. My nose is sour, but I still hold it back for fear that my classmates will see it.
The bright red score on the test paper tells me everything. When my mother saw the test paper, she had a long-lost smile on her face. She smiled and said to me, "I fell down and got up by myself."
"This sentence has accompanied me through more than ten spring and autumn periods. It gave me strength and promoted my progress. I sincerely thank my mother. In the sunshine, I seem to see a gorgeous halo rising behind my mother, which is a halo that only immortals have in ancient legends. This is the most sacred and inviolable maternal light! For this light, only look up! What gives me endless reverie is Mona Lisa's smile, and what gives me endless motivation is my mother's smile.
My mother is a bank employee, and the years have already worn away the luster on her face, leaving a "rut mark", but the bright smile remains. From the time I can remember, what impressed me most was her smile: smiling to teach me to sing nursery rhymes, smiling to watch me learn to walk, smiling to watch me draw the sun, … When I was a child, I was very naughty. Go out in clean clothes in the morning, play hide-and-seek with friends, pinch clay figurines, catch bugs, drill haystacks, climb trees ... At night, I see other friends being picked up by my father. I'm too scared to go home. I wandered alone on the road. It was my mother who pulled me home with a smile, gently took off my torn clothes for me, and gently applied mercurochrome to my wound ... Happiness and calmness after tension, that feeling ... warmth accompanied me through a happy childhood.
I went to school, my grades were not good, my teacher didn't like me, my classmates said I was stupid, I cried when I got home, and I didn't want to go to school anymore. My mother smiled and told me the story of Einstein and the small bench. She smiled and said, "Men don't cry easily." I went to school happily again. After a semester, I actually became the "upstart" in my class.
4. Composition describing the movements of characters 1. 1949 One night at the end of September, a tall China man quickly set foot on a ship bound for France.
When he walked through the fog of a small English canyon and stepped onto the deck against the sea breeze, he could see that his steps were steady and vigorous; The span of his every step is always 0.85 meters-this is the habit formed by his years of geological work and long-term field investigation. Every step he usually takes has actually become a ruler to measure the earth and calculate the distance between rocks.
2. At the crossroads, there is an old woman with a slight hunchback and a fat figure, who is 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.
3. A group of Dai girls are carrying small spinning wheels on their shoulders, holding small lanterns in their hands, and their tight skirts are swaying 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.
4, "Rinrin", off work. My brother immediately turned off the machine tool and strode into the water next to his head. In an instant, those "black hands" covered with oil turned white.
He came to the carport in three steps and made two steps, and started the "flying pigeon". As soon as his left foot stepped on the pedal of his bicycle, his right thigh crossed the cushion. Before he could sit still, he screamed, kicked off the car, and the flying pigeon rushed out of the factory door and roared off. The action of running is 1. The young man ran well, from the initial sprint to the constant running on the way.
He ran with his head held high like a pony: his stride was symmetrical, his stride frequency was compact, his pedaling was strong, and his waist was relaxed-the whole movement was elegant and elastic. 2. Xuan Shi's steps are even, his arms swing back and forth, and his steps are getting faster and faster. He leans forward as if he were going to fall down and struggles to run forward quickly.
At the end of the race, she held her head high and stood out, and finally won the first prize. 3. In the first winter training of Lang Ping's volleyball career, the coaches began to give Lang Ping a "small stove".
Long-distance running-Lang Ping ran round and round the 400-meter track ... his head was swollen, his chest ached and his legs could not be lifted. Stop? Don't! The brain gives clear instructions and moves on ... Sweat has wet the hair into locks, and the sweat flows from the forehead to the mouth, which is bitter and astringent. How I want to lie on the runway at once and stretch my limbs to relax! Suddenly, a strange smile climbed up the corner of her mouth-she suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she always looked forward to tasting the taste of not jumping again, and now she really tasted it, bitter and astringent.
As soon as the shot rang, the two girls rushed forward like arrows. Their movements are coordinated and powerful, flying briskly on the ice, just like two swallows flying close to the ground, and you can't give in to each other.
Finally, under the enthusiastic cheers of the coach and the audience, they rushed across the finish line almost at the same time. Hand movements 1. I just opened the textbook and suddenly saw a picture under the glass plate.
"Deer, my favorite sika deer, draw it." I thought to myself, open the painting, pick up the brush, divide three times five by two and tick off a deer.
However, because I didn't observe it carefully, I painted the deer head as a child's head. How much is not beautiful! Erase the repaint, but it's drawn to the right again.
I had to draw another duck swimming in the river on the left side of the paper and "twist" the deer's head to make it look at the duck. I've finished painting. It's really good.
In the fifth grade, I joined a calligraphy interest group. Under the guidance of my tutor, I picked up a brush dipped in black juice for the first time. According to the instructor's instructions: the index finger and middle finger are stuck outside the pen container, and the ring finger and little finger are stuck inside the pen container.
I write carefully one by one. A point, a horizontal, a vertical, a si.
But it's outrageous. It was clearly painted by a three-year-old child. A little, it is a thick ink group; A horizontal, winding like a small snake; A vertical one, but as thick as an elephant's legs and feet in art; A slap is even more outrageous, like a bald broom that has long been scrapped.
I looked at my masterpiece and smiled. These strokes are uneven and asymmetrical, not to mention the shelf structure.
But the tutor said, "well written!" It seems that you have a bright future. If you practice hard, you will succeed in the future. " 3. I saw a male classmate come up to the stage, quietly spread out a roll of white paper, raised a brush full of thick ink, meditated a little, and painted while flying like a phoenix.
With the constant bleeding of the brush, a lifelike horse appeared on the drawing paper. It holds its head high and goes forward bravely, showing an irresistible force.
4. Disgusting "smelly elder sister", so nobody cares, do you want to ruin my experiment? I gave my finger a heavy flick. Who knows it didn't bounce off, but it angered this "smelly elder sister". It immediately gave off an unpleasant smell and made me run back to the house, covering my nose.
The room is quiet, only the TV is ringing. Dad suddenly grabbed the corner of the table with a wave of his hand.
1 of "beep", slapped on the table, bowls, plates and chopsticks all jumped up, and the glass at the corner of the table fell to the ground and broke. 6. Holding a small hazelnut in one hand and a heavy pair of pliers in the other, look directly at the hazelnut.
The pliers drop slowly, but they often hit one side. After a while, their hands were smashed several times. There was a painful expression on her face.
7. xu teacher teaches us Chinese. She holds chalk in her dexterous hands every day and writes carefully on the blackboard. We can't help imitating her handwriting in our notebooks.
After Haitao found the sparrow's nest, he put a flashlight in his waist, spat on his hand and climbed up. Before climbing to the sparrow's nest, he lowered his head and said to us, "Hey, look carefully and get ready to catch sparrows!" " "Say that finish, he stood on another branch and straightened up.
Unexpectedly, the sparrow's head hit the sparrow's nest and got a fright. There was a creeping sound from the nest, and then several sparrows rushed out desperately. Haitao was in a hurry and reached for one.
He took a photo of the nest with his flashlight, and there was only one left, which may not be crowded out, chirping. Haitao reached out and grabbed another one. He put it in a plastic bag and threw it in front of Xiao Pang. Xiao pang happily picked it up and took the sparrow from.
5. When writing a character composition, I should use detailed actions to describe a person that I respect. In my mind, there are many people worthy of my admiration, but there is one person whose character has benefited me all my life-the cleaner.
I remember on that cold morning, on my way to school, I vaguely saw a man sweeping the floor with a broom. I walked in and turned out to be a cleaner.
Just then, I thought, isn't it cold that the cleaner is sweeping the floor in such a cold day? I saw her wearing a uniform and a mask, with a broom in her left hand and a dustpan in her right. The wind that stung her face turned her ears red. She held a dustpan in her left hand and a broom in her right hand, sweeping it carefully and patiently.
I saw her sweep this stolen goods and that stolen goods. I don't know how many times this action has to be repeated. Look, how tacit her hands are! When the dustpan is full, carefully dump it into the garbage truck for fear of polluting the ground that has just been swept.
After pouring, I began to sweep again. I can see from her eyes how much she wants everyone to stop littering and keep the roads clean.
At this time, a strong wind blew and the road was dirty. The cleaner said helplessly, "alas, there is really no way." I have to sweep it again. "
Then, he cheered up and said, "Never mind, I will definitely finish it!" " "Then she began to sweep. This time, she swept the garbage together first, and then swept the garbage into the dustpan with a dustpan. When it is full, block the mouth with a broom to prevent the garbage from falling down and entering the garbage truck.
I think: this can save more time and clean up the garbage. On second thought, the cleaner cleaned up the garbage.
I walked into him without hesitation and said with a smile, "How kind of you! I want to learn from you the spirit of silent dedication! " The cleaner listened with a smile in his eyes. This is the person I admire most.
A person who gets up early every day and is greedy for the dark and silently dedicated. Isn't this man's character worth learning? .
6. Composition The monitor (female) of our class should have a detailed description of the details of her active speech in class and learning to raise her hand to speak: when the teacher asked this question, we were waiting for her, because we knew that only she had the courage to raise her hand to answer. Sure enough, as we expected, her hand was up! Her heart is beating! Our emotions also accompanied her-a little excited. She answered unhurriedly, so confident and so calm. What a wonderful speech! A beautiful camellia appeared on the teacher's face, and several impatient students could not help applauding.
..... The details of serious study: the pages flow at her fingertips, so slowly, like a stream flowing into a river, and her seriousness is famous in our class; She is full of energy and has no distractions. What she sees is wonderful between the lines.
7. Character action description composition is urgent ~ ~ ~ My deskmate.
My deskmate is called Ni Jianwei. He has black hair, about an inch long. He has light eyebrows under his hair and big eyes under his eyebrows. His lips are slightly upturned and there are some wrinkles on his nose. When he laughed, he stared at his big eyes and looked as if he were laughing.
Ni Jianwei has many advantages and disadvantages. Advantages are helpful and love physical exercise, especially running. The disadvantage is that the action is too slow, and sometimes I like to hit people.
When Ni Jianwei was happy, his eyes narrowed into a crack. Originally, he was laughing instead of laughing, but now he smiles naturally and sometimes gives me something to eat.
Today is the mid-term exam. Of course, Ni Jianwei also has problems he can't do. He buried himself in writing for a while, then frowned when he encountered problems that he couldn't do, smiled on his face, held his head in his hand, looked like a little doctor, and sometimes yawned.
He's angry again. His big eyes, which are usually full of smiles, now emit two cold lights, which are aggressive, his teeth are creaking and his nose is panting, as if he were short of oxygen.
Ni Jianwei also likes to meddle. I haven't bought "100 moved the father of middle school students" until now, so he will come to talk about me. It's really annoying But he is very generous. Whenever I forget something, he always lends it to me.
8. There should be more gestures and actions in sentences describing people who are serious in class. Sit in your seat and concentrate on writing and writing. There seems to be a steady stream of spring water flowing out of the pen. I wrote a composition in less than one class.
Xiaohong just sat facing the window, and the afternoon sun shone on her round face, making her cheeks more rosy; She holds her chin with a pen, her eyes are wide open, her bright eyes are swimming slowly, and her plump chin is slightly upturned-this is the expression that the math teacher is familiar with and loves whenever she thinks of a more ingenious way to solve a math problem. Whenever I do my homework, the nib rustles, as if a bird is singing to me, and as if to encourage me: "If you are not afraid of difficulties, climb the peak bravely."
She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so smoothly, as if she had been prepared. She recited in cadence, with beautiful tone, beautiful expression and moving seat.
He is a naughty boy. He reads too fast and crackles like a fried peanut. Juanjuan read the text in Mandarin, and her voice was crisp and nice. Even the sunshine is fascinated. She sneaked into the classroom through the window and left it on her book, which she didn't want to leave for a long time.
I read this book greedily, like a hungry lamb rushing into the green grass. She got into the sea of books, like a fish in the sea, and forgot the passage of time.
He managed to pull himself together and opened the book. From the beginning, he felt that lines of words were moving on it, like flying; Later, I thought it was just a blur, like a nest of ants crawling around on paper. He buried himself in his homework again, and the room was quiet, except for the rustling of pens on the paper.
Students sit in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher's lecture, just like dozens of flowers blooming quietly under the watering of hard gardeners. Lang Lang's reading voice flew out from all the classrooms, like a touching children's chorus, with notes all over the sky.
9. A 600-word composition describes the actions in the classroom. The most unforgettable lesson is that a ray of cool Xia Feng blows into the classroom.
A teacher is giving a lecture, full and happy, and his forehead is shining. The students are sleepy, with the unique laziness in the afternoon, and sleepy in the sunshine of knowledge.
Suddenly, a discordant note jumped out, destroying this seemingly calm ensemble! I heard the teacher shout loudly, "Who tied me with rubber?" "I was shocked and looked up. Everyone was shocked. The teacher's "lion roar" shook the earth and the air solidified instantly.
A second later, the brain came to its senses, reflected it and burst into laughter. Laughter, like a rapidly swinging ripple, spreads relentlessly and violently impacts the teacher's eardrum.
The teacher's face is redder, rising like a purple eggplant; Small eyes suddenly jumped out of the meat, as if they were about to explode and catch fire; My lips kept shaking, as if to say something, but I couldn't say a word. Finally, in the crazy laughter of my classmates, I threw down a book and slammed the door angrily! Look at something that is still clicking, as if it were about to burn; My lips kept shaking, as if to say something, but I couldn't say a word. Finally, in the crazy laughter of my classmates, I threw down a book and slammed the door angrily! Looking at the still banging door panel, the students stopped laughing gradually, looked at each other one by one, and began to feel the seriousness of the matter: another teacher was angry! Alas, I'm sorry to say that our class is a "trick-or-treating class" famous for raising schools. All the students are smart and naughty, but they just like being naughty! Often make the teacher cry. This makes our best-tempered geography teacher angry again-maybe because geography is too difficult to understand, maybe because the teacher is a foreigner, maybe because his accent is different from ours ... anyway, we don't like learning geography! But after a while, everyone began to whisper: "The teacher is very kind to us at ordinary times."
"Yes, his geography class is not easy to understand, but he is so serious every time!" "Yes, yes, he told me a question that I was not good at last time ..." "And his accent is different from ours, but the lecture is the most humorous!" All kinds of words, you give me a sentence, I find the teacher so cute. So everyone began to blame the "culprit".
This guy seems to know that he is wrong and dare not say a word, let alone admit it. Finally, the monitor stood up: "Take the initiative to admit your mistake and invite the teacher back."
"yes! Right! " Everyone responded unanimously. Six group leaders followed the monitor into the office.
A pair of expectant eyes stared at the door quietly and nervously. Wait, wait ... When we finally heard footsteps, everyone immediately sat up straighter, looked at the teacher eagerly and whispered their regrets.
The teacher's face softened a lot. He coughed and his voice was hoarse. "The saddest thing is that other people's work is ignored and trampled on." The teacher paused slightly and then said, "I am working, aren't I? In fact, you are also paying for your study. If you don't cherish it, you will eventually regret it. Maybe I'm a foreigner, maybe I can't adapt to the local customs here, and everyone seems to be unconvinced by me.
But I really want to teach you well. I always believe that you will eventually accept my labor and get some insight into my contribution.
I don't ask you to remember me more, I just hope that students can really learn some knowledge, at least go to the society in the future and support themselves! "The students all bowed their heads in shame. The teacher seems to have choked up: "classmates, please be a teacher, study hard and be a serious person!" "Your parents are more sad than the teacher! ..... "The whole class was deeply moved.
Eyes are red. After the sound of * * * sounded, 36 students in the class bowed deeply to the teacher! So serious! So sincere! ..... Since then, the word "teacher" has become stronger and stronger in our hearts.
I think the teacher planted the word "sensible" in our hearts with tears ... and another cool summer breeze blew into the classroom. A teacher is giving a lecture, full and happy, and his forehead is shining.
The students blinked their bright eyes and gave out a burst of cheerful laughter from time to time, like a fish with a free tail, swimming happily in the ocean of knowledge … an unforgettable lesson.