Composition of psychological action description of two villains

1. Describe a person, and use a psychological language and a gesture to describe Lele's death and eternal sleep. ...

Ah! With a scream, I found Lele's body lying on the stove. A lovely little head is lying on the ground, a pair of small eyes are open and his face is covered with ash.

"Lele, Lele", I stared doubtfully and cried in a trembling voice. It just fell asleep and soon woke up. It must be like this! But, but it didn't wake up. I touched it with my cold hand. Suddenly, my heart was as stiff as Lele's hand-it died, it died! Wow! I was in tears, and tears came out of my eyes like a turned tap. From this morning, it screamed like * * *, and then ran around like crazy. I thought it would be all right in a few days, but ...

"Lele, come on, you must be very uncomfortable in the stove. I'll pull you out, ah. " I wiped a handful of tears and choked. I gently pulled Lele out, touching its stiff body and thinking about my good time with it. Tears filled my eyes again, and I lost my voice and cried. Watching it die is worse than doing nothing. ...

"Tick-tock, tick-tock", tears drop on Lele. I wish it could get up and wag its cute little tail twice to let me know that it's all just a joke. It's just that Lele is bored and wants to play with me and make trouble with me. However, all this is just a fantasy, an impossible wish. ...

My heart has turned into ice, falling to the ground piece by piece, cold and desperate. ...

I gently picked it up and let Lele hug me for the last time. I held it in my arms, shook it and let it sleep quietly ... this is the last time, I hugged it.

I have to sit in a daze for a composition with psychological and action descriptions. How uncomfortable I feel, what's more, the guy next to me is still smoking, and the smell of smoke is killing me. My nose feels terrible, so I have to turn around. Look around again, everyone is talking and laughing, without a trace of irritability. "How can they be so patient?" I thought angrily. Time seems to be deliberately against me-walking slowly, irritability and anxiety come to mind together, and I keep looking at my watch and staring at the slowly moving second hand. 4 1, 42, 43 ... I counted slowly, and a nameless fire lit up in my heart-why are you running so slowly!

In class, I don't even write my homework, I have been reciting it. If the teacher checks me and sees my back stuttering, will he criticize me? If only the teacher could spot-check the paragraphs I can recite, but I am afraid that the teacher will spot-check the paragraphs I can't recite, then I will be miserable! But after waiting for a long time, the teacher still didn't get me. After a while, my group won, and my deskmate was won by the teacher. He doesn't know his back well. The teacher said he would have a spot check this afternoon. I thought to myself: It must be my turn next time. Will my back be as bad as his ... But the teacher didn't spot-check me until class was over. I am very lucky today. If the teacher continues the spot check tomorrow, I must recite it well when I go home, so that I won't be criticized by the teacher for stuttering. )

3. Write a composition describing this person's manner, psychological activities and actions: My most memorable person is "unforgettable person, unforgettable person …" Oh, this is really difficult, and I can't figure out who to write. Yes, that's him. He has short black hair and is the third in his class. His chubby body is the chubby figure in his parents' eyes. But he has a pair of curved arch eyebrows. Think of Song Dandan's sentence, "The arch eyebrows bend at the cherry mouth, and everyone will like it." However, he hates his beautiful eyebrows. If there is a laundry list of his "glorious deeds", let's talk about reading books. His recitation is very distinctive, which is a two-part allegorical saying of "running a marathon in one second-fast". Just like a robot, you can't take your eyes away. When you see the plot of the fight, you will definitely hear "kill, kill ... Come on, come on ..." When the hero wins the battle, you will definitely see him dancing. Once, in an activity class, he sat on a stool outside the classroom and carefully read a book. The students all regard him as a living sculpture. He is also a man who chases him. As if into the emotional world of Jay Chou. In his eyes, Jay Chou's nunchaku dance is the coolest. Nunchakus have a strong rhythm and are touching. You can feel the cruelty of war in the last battle. Qilixiang is like a fragrant poem, a wisp of breeze ... Look, he is humming Jay Chou's songs again. "I am this dragon ..." Ha! Do you want to know who he is? She is the person I know best-Yoko. Writing composition: childhood fun childhood is a clear river with white waves and flowers; Childhood is a song that can make me find a lot of happiness in my memory. When I heard other students tell interesting stories about their childhood, I couldn't help but think of the stupid things I did with my neighbor Han Xiao. Before the Spring Festival, Han Xiao's mother Zhao Yi bought a red sweater. Zhao Yi said happily: "I finally added a dress that can drink tea this year!" Han Xiao and I both widened our curious eyes and thought, it's strange that clothes can still drink tea. I've never heard of it. Really novel! Touch that dress again. It is thick and soft. It's really unusual. Aunt Zhao went out, and Han Xiao and I decided to put on new clothes and try how to drink tea. Han Xiao brought a big cup of tea, and I slowly poured it on my new clothes. Hey! Oh, my god The water that just fell will be gone in a short time, and you can't tell it is wet at all. "No wonder Aunt Zhao said it was' tea clothes'!" I said to myself. Just as we clapped our hands for joy, Zhao Yi came back. Seeing us fiddling with her new clothes, she went to put them away. As soon as she felt her sleeves wet, she asked us what was going on. Before I could answer, Han Xiao said, "We drank tea for your new clothes." I went on to say, "didn't you say you could drink tea when you saw these clothes?" Zhao Yi laughed at once. One is dumber than the other! "The original tea service refers to the beautiful clothes worn by the guests! More and more aware of how innocent and lovely I was when I was a child! Perhaps this is the most precious time, and there will never be such a time again .. writing composition: beautiful small garden There is a beautiful small garden next to my home. Although it is so humble, it is full of vitality all year round. I always like to sit in the garden, quietly listening to the birds singing, listening to the conversation of the grass, listening to the whispers of flowers, and listening to the rustle when Ye Er dances. In spring, when I sit and shake, the grass sticks out its little head and snores with me. Young green leaves danced on the branches, and Sister Hua came, adding a bright stroke to the vibrant spring. Peach blossoms are like clouds in the sky, pear blossoms are like white clouds, and some small flowers are competing to open. In midsummer, with the chirping of cicadas and birds, flowers laugh more. Old people talk about it. Autumn is also a sunny season in the garden. When I was walking in the small garden, many competing flowers said goodbye to me. Although Miss Qiu sent the flowers away, she also brought yellow gauze clothes to the small garden. Ginkgo trees that go straight into the clouds are covered with yellow gauze, and grass and Ye Er are also covered with yellow gauze, showing gold everywhere. Autumn is also a harvest season. The fruit tree bears fruit, so let's savor it carefully. Sweet-scented osmanthus shops in Wan Li, and golden showers make tea sugar. How fresh the taste of autumn is, and it ushered in a cold winter. The white and flawless winter mercilessly leaves trees bare, without flowers and grass in full bloom, not to mention cicadas and birds singing. But in winter, only Ao Shuang, a plum blossom, stands upright, brave and strong, not afraid of snow. Ah, how beautiful the four seasons in the small garden are! I like the four seasons in the small garden! Writing Composition: I love Bunny. Every time I see the lively little rabbit in the cage picked by the rabbit vendor on the street, I feel a little love in my heart. Just for fun? No, there is another reason. Three years ago, I bought a rabbit that was just born for half a month in a pet shop on the street. I liked it very much. As soon as I got home, I took it out of the narrow cage and put it in a shop. I think this is a very warm nest-a paper box with milk in it. I let it run around in it. As for me, I watched quietly on the small table next to me. I see it has white fluff, red eyes, a short tail, long front legs and a short back, jumping around like a small fluffy ball. It's very cute.

4. Character description language description psychological description action description composition Childhood is a clear river with white waves and flowers; Childhood is a song. In my memory, it can make me find a lot of happiness. When I heard other students talking about the fun of their childhood, I couldn't help thinking of the stupid things I did with my neighbor Han Xiao.

Before the Spring Festival, Han Xiao's mother Zhao Yi bought a red sweater. Zhao Yi said happily: "I finally added a dress that can drink tea this year!" Han Xiao and I both widened our curious eyes and thought, it's strange that clothes can still drink tea. I've never heard of it. Really novel! Touch that dress again. It is thick and soft. It's really unusual.

Aunt Zhao went out, and Han Xiao and I decided to put on new clothes and try how to drink tea. Han Xiao brought a big cup of tea, and I slowly poured it on my new clothes. Hey! Oh, my god The water that just fell will be gone in a short time, and you can't tell it is wet at all. "No wonder Aunt Zhao said it was' tea clothes'!" I said to myself.

Just as we clapped our hands for joy, Aunt Zhao came back. Seeing that we were fiddling with her new clothes, she quickly put them away. She was soaked to the skin as soon as she touched her sleeve and asked us what was going on. Before I could answer, Han Xiao said, "We gave you tea for your new clothes." I went on to say, "didn't you say you could drink tea when you saw these clothes?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yi immediately bent down with a smile, and then pointed to Han Xiao's nose and said, "You guys! One is more stupid than the other! "

It turns out that tea clothes refer to beautiful clothes worn by guests! More and more aware of how innocent and lovely I was when I was a child! Perhaps this is the most precious thing, and there will never be such a time again. ..

5. The composition describing the psychology, language and movements of the characters is about 300 words. Sang Na, the fisherman's wife, was sitting by the fire mending a broken sail. Outside, the cold wind roared, and the rough waves beat against the coast, splashing air and waves. There is a storm on the sea, and it is dark and cold outside, but this fisherman's hut is warm and comfortable. The ground has been swept clean, the fire in the stove has not been extinguished, and the tableware is shining on the shelf. On the bed with white curtains, five children fell asleep quietly in the sea breeze. My husband went out to sea in a boat early in the morning and hasn't come back yet. Sang Na listened to the roar of the waves and the roar of the wind, feeling jumpy.

The old clock struck dumb ten times, eleven times ... her husband never came back. Sang Na mused: Her husband braved the cold and storm to fish regardless of his health, and she worked from morning till night to barely fill her stomach. Children have no shoes to wear, running around barefoot in winter and summer; I ate brown bread and only fish. But, thank God, the children are still healthy. There is nothing to complain about. Sang Na listened to the sound of the storm. "Where is he now? God bless him, save him and have mercy! " She said to herself, drawing a cross on her chest.

It's still early for bed. Sauna stood up, wrapped in a thick scarf on her head, and went out with a lantern. She wanted to see if the light on the lighthouse was on and if she could see her husband's boat. Nothing can be seen at sea. The wind lifted her scarf, rolled up the scraped things and knocked on the door of the neighbor's cabin. Sang Na remembered the sick neighbor she was going to visit in the evening. "Nobody cares about her!" Sang Na thought and knocked on the door. She listened sideways, but no one answered.

"The widow's life is really hard!" Sang Na stood at the door and thought, "Although there are not many children-only two, she went alone, and now she is ill. Alas, the widow's life is really sad! Go in and have a look! "

Sang Na knocked on the door again and again, but no one answered.

"Hey, Simon!" Sang Na let out a cry and thought, unless what's the matter? She flung the door open.

There is no stove in the room, it is wet and cold. Sang Na raised his lantern to see where the patient was. The first thing that caught my eye was a bed facing the door, and her female neighbor was lying on her back. She doesn't move. Only dead people look like this. Sang Na held the lantern closer. Yes, it is Simon. She leaned her head back, her cold and blue face showed the silence of death, and a pale and stiff hand hung on the straw bed as if trying to catch something. Next to the dead mother, two very young children were asleep, both with curly hair and round faces, covered with old clothes, curled up, and their small heads with light yellow hair were tightly close together. Apparently, when her mother died, she covered them with her own clothes and wrapped their feet with an old headscarf. The child breathes evenly and calmly, and sleeps sweetly.

Sang Na wrapped the sleeping child in a headscarf and carried it home. Her heart beat so violently that she didn't know why she did it, but she felt she had to. She put two sleeping children on the bed, let them sleep with their own children, and quickly closed the curtains.

Sang Na was pale and excited. She thought nervously, "What will he say? Is this a joke? His five children are enough for him ... is he here? ..... No, not yet! ..... Why did you bring them here? ..... He will hit me! That's what I deserve, I deserve it ... give me a beating! "

The door creaked as if someone had come in. Sang Na a surprised, stood up from his chair.

"No, no one! God, why would I do that? ..... How can I tell him now? " ..... Sang Na thoughtfully, sitting in front of the bed for a long time.

The door suddenly opened and a fresh sea breeze rushed into the room. The big, black fisherman came in dragging his wet and broken net and said, "Hi, Sang Na, I'm back!" " "

"Oh, it's you!" Sang Na stood up, afraid to lift his eyes to see him.

"Look, such a night! It's terrible! "

"Yes, yes, the weather is terrible! Oh, how about fish? "

"Bad, too bad! Nothing was hit and the net was torn. Bad luck, bad luck! What terrible weather! I can hardly remember when there was such a night, let alone fishing! Thank god, I finally came back alive. ..... What were you doing at home while I was away? "

The fisherman said, dragging the net into the house and sitting by the fire.

"Me?" Sang Na turned pale and said, "I ... miscellaneous things ... the wind roared so fiercely that it was really scary. I am worried about you! "

"Yes, yes," murmured the husband, "this weather is damn it! But what can I do! "

The two men were silent for a while.

"Do you know?" Sang Na said, "Our neighbor Simon is dead."

"oh? When? "

"I don't know, it was probably yesterday. Alas! What a tragic death she died! Both children fell asleep beside her. They are too small ... One can't talk yet, and the other can only crawl ... "Sang Na was silent.

The fisherman frowned and his face became serious and worried. "This is a problem!" He scratched his head and said, "What do you think? We have to bring them here. We can't stay with the dead! Oh, we, we can always get through this! Let's go Don't wait for them to wake up. "

But Sang Na sat still.

"What's the matter with you? Don't think what's wrong with you, Sang Na? "

"Look, here they are." Sang Na opened the curtains.

The composition is divided into psychological description, action description, language description and character appearance description. I live in Austria, but my grandfather and grandmother live in Germany. They have a large wildlife park called alcott. I went there again this summer vacation, and my best friend Lisa went with me.

When we arrived in Germany, grandma picked us up by car. She told us that she and her grandfather traveled to Africa and brought back two little otters. Now they are too young to live independently, so they live in cages at home. When they grow up, they can live with other otters in a small pond in the garden. As soon as we got home, we went to see the little otter. They are so cute! Only a little small, black all over, round eyes. One is Otto and the other is the ancient pagoda. Look at them so cute, I just wanted to touch them with my hands, but my grandmother stopped me. She said that otters should not touch them casually, and they should wash their hands before touching them, so as not to let the germs on their hands make them sick.

Coincidentally, this will be their dinner time. Otto and Guta still need milk because their mother is not around, so we have to feed them. Grandparents specially prepared small bottles for Otto and the ancient pagoda. Their food is prepared according to the regulations. Let them have enough nutrition and vitamins, control the temperature, and then put them into small bottles. Wash your hands before feeding, then open the cage cover, carefully lift the otter and hold it in your hand, and put a napkin under it to prevent milk from leaking out and let them suck artificial milk.

For the first two days, Lisa and I only watched. Later, grandma promised to let us try feeding, which made us very happy. We carefully washed our hands with soap, and then I gently lifted Otto, padded his napkin, and sent the bottle with milk to his mouth. Otto has a good appetite and keeps sucking. His little paw was caught in my hand, itchy and painful. Soon, a bottle of milk was sucked up by Otto It seems that I haven't eaten enough, so I bite my nipple and refuse to let go, and I still suck from time to time. It took a long time to coax the nipple out. I asked my grandmother if she could give more, but she said no, because they have a fixed ration every day. If they eat too much, they will get indigestion and get sick. Compared with Otto, this ancient tower looks much more elegant. It obediently sucked up its share and then let go. It was a sunny day. We took Otto and Guta for a walk on the lawn. They also need proper exercise. Grandma deliberately took a photo with the camera and the little otter.

Time flies. It's time for us to go back to Austria. Otto and the ancient pagoda have brought me endless fun.

7. Attitude, action, psychological description fragment composition appearance: 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.

Laughing like a line, with a low nose and crooked eyebrows, is simply the embodiment of Yan Xiaoliu. If his voice were louder, it would be more like music. Action: He didn't answer me for a long time, staring at the dark sky outside the window.

After a while. He just shook his head and said thoughtfully to me, as if to himself: "Breaking into the world, breaking into the ghost world, seventeen years old is too young, ridiculous, ignorant and smells like milk."

With that, he let out a long sigh. Language: Lift the curtain and shout: "Is Uncle He at home?" Uncle He just got up. When he heard that Song Wu was looking for him, he was very scared and quickly put on a headscarf. He hid the silver and bones and went out to meet him. "When did everyone come back?" Song Wu said, "I came back here yesterday. If you have anything to say, please go forward. "

Uncle He Jiu said, "I'll go. Please offer tea. "

Song Wu said, "No, it's free." They went out into the alley, sat down in the hotel and asked the wine measurer to make 20 cents wine.

Uncle He Jiu got up and said, "I haven't had dinner with Watou yet, so why bother?" Song Wu said, "Sit down." Uncle He had guessed eight or nine points in his heart, and the sommelier sifted the wine. Song Wu didn't speak, but just ate the wine.

Uncle He Jiu saw his silence, squeezed two handfuls of sweat, but teased him with some words. Song Wu didn't speak, not to mention words.

After a few drinks, Song Wu uncovered his clothes, whooshed out a sharp knife and stuck it on the table. The wine measurers were shocked, and they were willing to approach.

Looking at Uncle He's pale face, he dared not exhale. Song Wu smoothed his sleeves, holding a sharp knife in his hand, and pointed to Uncle He Jiu: "You are a clown, and you know that' grievances have heads and debts have owners'.

Don't be afraid, just tell me the truth, tell me everything about Wu Da, and I won't interfere with you! If I hurt you, I am not a hero! If there is half a sentence difference, I will teach you to add three or four hundred transparent holes! Gossip, what did you say about my brother's health? "Said, his hands holding the knees, zheng big eyes looking at what uncle. Manner: It's Miss Li. Her eyes almost narrowed into a crack, revealing a teacher's unique vision of bad children.

From top to bottom, she doesn't seem to believe it Her eyebrows formed a small piece, and then her eyes stopped on my face. Psychology: They helped each other walk in the rain, and their hearts were full of happiness.

When I got home, I was soaked through. They simply don't go into the house, sit side by side on the small stone benches in the yard, close their eyes, lift up their faces and let the cool rain wash them away.

He feels that the dark shadows you left in your heart have been washed away by the heavy rain. He feels refreshed and relaxed ... Some are found online, some are found in composition books, and they are all photographed, which makes me very tired.

8. Composition fragment describing language, expression and action psychology Lingling is less than two years old and chubby. On her red face, there is a pair of watery glasses. Scarlet hair dynasty

The sky is up, and the pink hair band jumps on the head, like two flying butterflies. Very cute,

It's her cute little mouth.

At this time, a burst of warm applause interrupted his thoughts. He suddenly looked up and saw Xiao Daming coming down from the podium. He immediately became nervous again. His eyes moved around as if looking for something. He was so nervous that he dared not even touch anyone's eyes. Then he lowered his head again, as if afraid of being seen by others. His ten fingers kept rubbing around and were soon wet with sweat and slippery.

I remember it would be a Sunday. I want to sleep a little longer and lie in bed. Dad saw it, dragged me out of bed and said, "Get up, lazy boy, we will have guests soon!" " ""guests? who is it? "I asked strangely." You don't know, your mother is going to transfer her job, so please invite the leader to dinner. I got up early in the morning and bought food. "I see, it's true. Look, vegetables and peppers are like lanterns. Lively carp, a big and fat hen, chicken, fish, meat and eggs, you name it.

At this time, my mother came out of the kitchen and saw that I was still sleeping. She said, "Oh, why don't you get up?" Come on. "While dressing, I criticized my mother:" Mom, you opened the back door again. You have to invite the leader to dinner before you can adjust your work. Can't you rely on your own real skills? Mother was a little angry: "What do you children know? Get dressed quickly, okay? "I have to keep silent.

He bent down, the basketball kept flapping back and forth, left and right under his hand, and his eyes turned around, looking for a chance to "break through". Suddenly, he quickened his pace, then turned left and right, rushed through two layers of defense lines and came to the basket. After a tiger jump, he turned to shoot, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in the basket impartially. I first poured a small amount of oil into the pan. When the oil smoked, I quickly poured the egg into the pan, only to hear a "click". The egg quickly appeared in the oil pan, and its edge was like the lace on the little girl's skirt.

9. Friends are indispensable to everyone. He can help you when you are in trouble, comfort you when you are sad, and accompany you when you are lonely ... I have such a friend-Han Xu. He has tadpole-like eyes, a high nose bridge on his face, a pair of moving ears and a small mouth that often pouts. Our class organized a group. I am a knight (senior teacher) and Han Xu is a castle (director of scientific research department). His position is much higher than mine. Once, I challenged him to play chess. After he agreed, he took out a game of chess from his schoolbag. He likes to use white chess best at ordinary times, and so do I (because white chess goes first). Instead of arguing with me, he gave it to me. Both sides are set. He used a fully enclosed formation, and he knew I could use it, so he laid out a double-horse-double-car oblique formation early. He first broke my formation with phase, then arched the soldiers where I could eat, so I ate his soldiers after I used them. Unexpectedly, his horse jumped forward and "the general stepped back", which shows that he is a person who can attract jade. He was very angry when he saw that I had lost it. Of course, I lost. But instead of laughing at me, Han Xu taught me some coping skills. Ah, Han Xu, you are not only my friend, but also my teacher. I really want to study as hard as you. The difference between two points is Hong En's "Wow! I can play my favorite table tennis game again. " I talked to myself in bed and soon fell asleep. The next morning, I came to school humming a ditty. The first thing I did when I entered the classroom was to give my handwritten leave note to the teacher. After reading it, the teacher said, "Well, copy your homework quickly." "Yes!" "The teacher clearly agreed. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Soon, in the afternoon, my father drove me to the competition site. Wow! There are so many people there, old and young. It's really lively! It's my turn to play. I stood on the stage and began to concentrate on playing. After playing for a while, I found that the first opponent was weak and could only push the ball, so I sneered "Hee Hee" and began to attack violently. After a while, he lost. It's time to play the second opponent. I saw him strong and dark, looking at me fiercely from time to time, and I stepped up my guard. Unexpectedly, he is weaker than the first one. I tremble at the sight of his legs, because he is the seed player of Lotus Primary School. I was kicked out in less than five minutes. When I hit the fourth person, I saw that my opponent was short and I let my guard down. However, I didn't expect him to be very good. He 1 1:6 beat me in the first game, and I won him back in the second game. In the third game, I used my serve to attack again. Who knows that he pulled the fourth game back. The fifth game was our deciding game, and the game was fierce. Finally it was 9:9, but I made two careless mistakes and was eliminated. If I can beat him, I can enter the semi-finals. But because of these two points, I failed. However, I believe that failure is the mother of success. I will sum up my experience and work harder. One day I can stand on the podium. I am very touched-the most precious feeling of a friend in this world is undoubtedly family, but apart from family, that is friendship. Nothing in the world is more beautiful and pleasant than friendship; Without friendship, the world seems to have lost the sun. She made me understand what friendship is; She shared with me the joy of success and the sadness of failure; She laughed and cried with me again ... She, as tall as me, with two pigtails, still looks so childish; She is "both civil and military", not only excellent in academic performance, but also the leader of the school track and field team; She works hard and is the teacher's right-hand man and a good partner of her classmates. She is straightforward and likes to point out mistakes to her classmates, so she will inevitably offend some classmates, but she doesn't mind at all. She is steady and a little provocative, but sometimes she has little courage. She can be my best friend, not only because of these, but more importantly, she is sincere, pure and free from any impurities, which deeply touched me. Remember that winter night, nearly 65438+. Suddenly, with a bang, an unknown object fell on the carpet of our dormitory, right beside her bed. Everyone in the dormitory was awakened, but no one dared to run out and turn on the light in cold weather. At this moment, a figure ran out. She turned on the light and the dormitory suddenly lit up. We finally saw the glass bottle that fell on the carpet and was used by our classmates to warm the bed at night. This piece of glass fell everywhere. If you are not careful, you will poke your hand. She ran in with a broom and dustpan. First, she swept a large piece of glass into the dustpan. If those small pieces can't be swept in, she will pick them up directly by hand regardless of her own danger. The classmate advised her not to answer it, but she continued to answer it without saying anything. On such a cold day, she only wore a thin cotton sweater and shivered with cold. I lift it. She has several scratches on her hand and is still bleeding. Finally, the teacher came. After cleaning up the scene, she disinfected with clean water and ran into the cold bed. When she was lying in bed, I could still hear her hissing and trembling voice.