650-word facial expression description composition

1. A composition describing the language of expression and action 650 words One weekend morning, I was riding a small bike on the playground. Somehow, the rear tire of the car leaked, and my mother and I went to the north exit of Yongding Road to find Uncle Liu who repaired the car.

I thought that on such a cold day, Uncle Liu would not go out to work in nine cases out of ten, but just came to the garage with a try mentality. To my surprise, Uncle Liu really came, and he was looking at the reader in his hand with relish! Uncle Liu is of medium build, with heavy eyebrows and short hair. Seeing our cart coming, he immediately put down his book and got up, rubbing his hands and warmly greeting: "Where does the car need to be repaired?" ""The tire is flat and the seat screw is loose. "I said." Well, it's not a big problem. Please sit down for a while. "Say that finish, he squatted on the ground and quickly began to work.

The bike turned over in his hand. He pried open the tires first, and then looked inside them one by one with his hands. I saw his rough hands, red frostbite on both sides of the back of his hand, and cracks everywhere; There are many cocoons in his palm, and oil and mud are all under his fingernails. But these hands were very flexible, and they soon found a sharp little nail in one place. He said, "This small nail should have punctured the tire." Then inflate the inner tube and put it into the basin. Uncle Liu said to me while turning the tire: "Children's cars must be more careful and not sloppy. You are the successors of the motherland, and it is not good to be injured ... "I listened to his words, and my heart was warm.

"Liu, it's getting colder and colder now. You should pay more attention to your health and don't be tired. " At this time, two white-haired grandmothers came over and chatted with Uncle Liu. Uncle Liu is busy with his tools and greets them with a smile. They also said to their mother, "Master Liu is a good craftsman and kind-hearted, and we all love to find him." Mom kept nodding. After a while, a boy came over with a bicycle: "Master Liu, my car is so broken that it is really heavy to ride." Please tell me where I can exchange it. " I'll pick it up after dinner.

After mending the tire, Uncle Liu pressed the pump hard to inflate the wheel. "Is the seat next to it?" I was stunned by Jed's skillful craftsmanship. After listening to his words, I immediately came to my senses and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Uncle Liu screwed a few screws at the bottom of the car seat; By the way, I oiled my bike, and the chain box that used to rattle quickly lost its sound. Then, he did some debugging with tools. Finally, he lifted the car and stepped on the pedal gently. When he saw the rear wheel flying, he patted the seat with his thick big hand and said, "All right!" " Mom gave him 10 yuan, and he only asked for two yuan. When he left, he smiled at us with simplicity and a little shyness. His expression is like a carefully carved handicraft, happy and satisfied.

On the way home, my mother said, "Good craftsmanship, good attitude, low fees and good character. This is why residents trust Uncle Liu. "

Yes, Uncle Liu is an ordinary mechanic, but he found the source of happiness in his ordinary work. It is precisely because there are many hardworking and honest workers like Uncle Liu that our life is more orderly and our society is more harmonious. ...

2.600-word composition describing the character's demeanor Grandma is 63 years old this year, and the ruthless years have carved one trace after another on the old man's cheek. After spending most of her life in the countryside, she can finally go out and come to this big city where I live.

My father brought my grandmother here because he wanted her to enjoy retirement, but since she came to my home, she has taken care of almost all the work at home. Before 5 o'clock in the morning, grandma got up quietly, prepared breakfast for our family, and began to clean the room without a break. By the time we got up in twos and threes, grandma had eaten everything, sat at the table and waited for us to eat with a smile; Near noon, grandma braved the heat to go to the market to buy food. What about us? It was not until I finally remembered to eat that I found four dishes and one soup on the table, and grandma was still sitting at the table, smiling at people; In the blink of an eye, at night, grandma started to prepare dinner without saying a word, and sat quietly at the table waiting for us to eat ... In a blink of an eye, grandma has been in my house for almost two months, and day after day, she never complained, which made me deeply shocked.

Growing up, whenever I saw my grandmother, she always had a smile on her face, and she relied on me everywhere when she met things, but she just "stuck to the end" in her studies and turned to her father for help. Every time my father is giving me a lecture, my grandmother is doing "listening" and interrupting from time to time. When my father is away, my grandmother often moves out of my father's "lecture" to remind me to study hard at all times. Looking at grandma's serious and kind eyes, I had to accept it gladly.

Grandma's favorite is Yue Opera. Grandma knows almost everything about Yue Opera. She often can't help performing in front of us. She knows a thing or two about The West Chamber and A Tale of Two Cities, and she sings just right, which really smacks of Yuan Xuefen! Sometimes on a whim, she used many things around her as props: scarves, hats and, more importantly, clothes hangers! Every time grandma sings Yue Opera and looks at her like that, I deeply realize that "the old man is not old"!

For grandma, I have to admit that as a granddaughter, I still have a lot of incomprehension about her. Grandma, who just turned 30, began to visit villagers on muddy country roads. If it is a neighboring village, or even a strange village farther away, grandma will still insist on seeing a doctor. In the old society, there were many doctors like grandma, and the medicines they used were also provided by the local government. However, many years have passed, most doctors have changed careers, and * * * no longer provides drugs. But grandma still insists on her "hobby of practicing medicine" and buys medicine for the villagers at her own expense, without charge or loss. Until now, grandma, who is old, still can't help treating her neighbors, but she is sick and ignores me, which has always puzzled me.

3. The composition describing the character's demeanor needs 500~700 words to read this topic, and there are some ideas; 1 Expression refers to the change and reflection of a person's face or mental state. Must the questioner describe the expression of the character from beginning to end? This is a bit extreme.

Nor does it conform to the trend of vitality. In fact, 500-700 words can be achieved by combining words or short sentences that describe people's demeanor.

But does it make sense? Let me remind you that when you are happy, your face is full of flowers, your eyes are smiling, your face is full of laughter, your eyes are narrowed, your face is full of spring breeze, you are beaming, you are overjoyed, you are complacent, your eyebrows are stretched, your mouth is crooked, every muscle on your face is shaking, your eyes are shining and you are smiling; In addition: when you are angry, sad, attentive and anxious, you have facial expressions. People's joys and sorrows can reach 500-700 or even more by making up several stories. Read some novels or story meetings or composition books! Besides, expressions are connected with people's mood, movements and psychology.

I looked up at the dark sky and frowned, alas! When will the rain stop? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I sat down in frustration, but I had to take out a joke and read it excitedly. A smile gradually appeared on my face, and I forgot the unlucky rain.

```````````` Later, my father came to pick me up. My mood and manner at school, my manner on the road and my mood and manner after returning home ~ ~ ~ Then my memories of the past and my gratitude to my father are inseparable from the description of my mood, gestures, language, appearance and psychological activities. Don't talk about my manners casually, cut off the internal connection of my composition, and my point of view will not be countered.

4. Expression Description Expression Description of Writing Training Language

Teaching objectives:

1, learn the writing method of character language description.

2. Learn the writing method of character expression description.

3. Mastering and using the methods of character language description and expression description will express the complete meaning in language.

Teaching emphasis: objective 1, objective 2.

Teaching difficulties: Goal 3

Teaching process:

First, introduce the new lesson 2'

Last class, we learned how to describe people's appearance and movements. Today, I will continue to learn how to describe characters' language and expressions. (Pay attention to remind students of the descriptions of characters' language and demeanor in the texts they have learned before. )

Blackboard writing: language description and expression description.

Second, learn and use knowledge. ( 22` )

1.① Read a text written by students about the language description of characters and ask the students to evaluate it.

② Students think about the advantages and disadvantages of this language description and how to improve it.

③ Spot check the answers of individual students.

(4) Teachers should pay attention to the following aspects when describing the language clearly:

A. It is necessary to explain, such as who you are talking to and their relationship.

B. direct quotations and reports should be used appropriately as needed.

C the characters' language should conform to their identity, age, occupation and gender, and strive to be vivid, concise and vivid.

(blackboard writing or projection display)

2 .① Teacher: In addition to the description of language, appearance and movements, the description of expressions can also show the temperament, cultivation, demeanor and identity of the characters. What should we pay attention to when describing the expressions of characters?

(2) students think for a moment or communicate with each other, and then answer:

◆ Expression description should show the character and material characteristics.

◆ Concentrate on pen and ink, covering everything.

◆ It should be properly distinguished from the description of appearance, pay attention to careful observation and try to figure it out with your heart.

(3) Give an example, let students analyze this expression from the points just now.

Four students answered. The exercise comprehensively describes the embarrassment of a classmate who doesn't listen carefully in class, and vividly and completely shows the process of his expression change, with both form and spirit.

Example: (Projection display)

In Chinese class, he "fished" in a daze in the whirring sound of the electric fan, and was called up by the teacher to answer questions. He stood up and tried to open his eyes and look at the teacher. Hearing the repetition of his classmates behind him, he seemed to suddenly "come alive" and restore his usual spirituality. A pair of dark eyes whirled in his big eyes, looking for help everywhere, thinking hard and waiting for the help of his classmates behind him. He began to be lonely.

Third, expand training; Describe a classmate's expression when asked by the teacher in class. ( 20` )

① Students write independently.

(2) group communication, written well or inadequacies.

③ Select 1-2 students to read, and the teachers will make brief comments.

4. Homework: Write a character, and pay attention to the description of the character's appearance, language, movements and demeanor to show the character's characteristics.

5. There are 500~600 words of warm love in the composition, including expression description, psychological description, appearance description and action description.

Love does not need dazzling stars to decorate; Do not need tall and lush trees for decoration; Not to mention the beautiful flowers as the background. Warmth is a simple word, but it is because of love that the world will have true feelings and feelings.

My grandmother is a person with strong principles. She wears simple clothes, doesn't like spacious and bright big houses, and likes practical and comfortable small houses. Grandma always thinks of the children, scrimps and saves, treats me like a treasure since I was a child and takes care of me in every possible way. Grandma loves me, and I love my grandma.

Grandma goes to bed early and gets up early every day. Besides, she is old and has limited physical strength. Going to bed early and getting up early is a "task" that must be completed every day. However, since junior high school, I haven't been home until 9 o'clock in the evening every day, but what is different from the past is the faint light in grandma's kitchen. Every time I walk up the stairs, I can see a light reflected on the wall, only to know that it is grandma who opens a cracked door. I know, this is grandma waiting for me to come home. Through the gap, I saw grandma sitting on the sofa. Grandma's silver hair was dazzling white in the light. Grandma's skinny body looks so weak and tired. Grandma was dozing off, so I couldn't bear to disturb her and walked up the stairs alone. All that remains is a bright moon and its elongated reflection below.

When I was getting ready for bed after washing, I suddenly heard the sound of opening the door. With the footsteps, it was grandma! The bowl in grandma's hand is steaming. Grandma handed me the bowl, which turned out to be full of eggs. Grandma asked me to drink it while it was hot. Suddenly, a warm current concerned my heart. I can't tell whether grandma's words and deeds touched me or because of this bowl of hot eggs. I looked at my grandmother, heard her shortness of breath, saw the wrinkles on her face and the white hair blown by the wind ... My vision gradually blurred, but fortunately, the hot air of eggs covered the tears in my eyes. I drank the bowl of eggs every drop, and with infinite love, I gave the empty bowl to my grandmother. Grandma looked at me kindly, my nose and cheeks were red by the wind, which made me feel really happy, so happy ... Grandma calmed me down and left quietly. I looked at the gentle moonlight outside the bead curtain, how bright and pure it was. I couldn't help but hold back my tears, which ran across my face and finally fell. ...

Just a bowl of ordinary eggs, but it contains grandma's warm love for me; It was an empty bowl, but it contained the granddaughter's endless love for her grandmother.

My heart is burning, like a fire, and it can't be calm. Perhaps this is warmth. ...

Love is actually around everyone. It is silent, but it will make you feel warm. Warm others with love! You will feel warmer.

6. The composition requires the narration of language, expression and environment, and describes real people and stories. Generation gap, generation gap, obstacle, obstacle ... "Why are you so tired of talking to me?" I threw a word at my mother and went back to my room.

Always like this. Why is it so difficult to say anything? Why do you always talk to your mother? Because one sentence makes you blush. When she was angry, she said that I was getting more and more rebellious, and I said that she was getting more and more incredible. She said I was angry with her, and I said she was asking for trouble, asking for trouble.

Three days of small noise and five days of big noise, this day really can't go on. A person silently shed tears in the room and wrote down a thousand or ten thousand bad mother on a piece of paper. Maybe we are just 12-year-old dolls, eating snacks in bed. Maybe at the age of twelve or thirteen, we can only eat the bad mood bit by bit. Why? When did my mother become so unreasonable? Why is there always an unbreakable membrane between me and her?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I threw all the books on the table to the ground and suddenly my eyes lit up. What is that? In fact, it is a composition book, but I am ashamed to open it. The first article was 1975, when my mother 12 years old, and in 2003, my girl 12 years old. The seemingly ordinary words hurt my eyes deeply.

It turns out that my mother was not born with a straight face, or was born to curse when she was angry. Mother has her doubts and disappointments, as well as the five flavors of childhood, which are bittersweet. My mother was beaten by my father and scolded by my mother. My mother loves to play as much as I did when I was a child. She is very naughty. So we are all the same. I repeated what happened when my mother was a child. She was wrong and her eyes were wet again. It turns out that my mother is not.

I opened the door and said, "Mom, can I tell you something about that mom?" "Go ahead!" Obviously, my mother is still angry. "I didn't think about it. It turns out that when you were a child, you were also scolded by your grandparents with tears. Right? Everyone is equal! " My face flushed with laughter. "Dead girl!" Mom smiled from ear to ear. The snow has melted! Spring is not far away.

7. Help others write 60o words (emoticon description) In late autumn, the dew is cold and chilly. The north wind shook the old tree unscrupulously and barked at the bare treetops. The yellow leaves on the ground were rolled up by the wind and circled in the air, just falling and being rolled up again. ...

People's faces are full of chill.

My mother and I are walking in a quiet street. It's very cold. Even wearing a thick sweater, the north wind still comes in from the small hole in the sweater, which makes people almost breathless. Looking at a fallen leaf swept by the wind, I can't help thinking: another tough winter!

At this time, a thin figure appeared in the distance, sitting alone on the ground.

Against the cold wind, we walked quickly forward, and our backs gradually became clear. ...

That's a beggar. She is about 30 years old, but her brow is full of vicissitudes. She only wore thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind.

Another gust of wind blew, and she held the child tighter. That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts, snuggling in his mother's arms. Perhaps, it was his mother who snuggled up to him. She clung to the child. She wanted to give half her temperature to the child, but forgot that she was still sitting on the freezing ground, still shivering. ...

At this time, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves, and the grass turned pale and the wood fell off, which was extremely biting and fierce.

She shuddered. However, I saw her wrap the child in the quilt again. Then, without any hesitation, she took off one of her coats and gently covered the child.

Her body is like leaves in late autumn, shaking badly, but the warmth between her eyebrows and eyes can drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of the child, and a warm smile appeared on her face. The fundus is infinite love and infinite warmth. ...

She held the child tightly, stood up from the ground and walked away step by step ... Only the child in her arms was still asleep, as if she didn't know the predicament he was facing, or he knew that he would never be cold, because no matter how strong the wind was, his mother could shelter him, leaving him only warmth.

The cold wind blew, and suddenly a dress fell on me, making me feel warm. Looking back, I only saw my mother's face warm. ...

8. Unforgettable expression composition 600 words In the fourteen spring and autumn of my life, I have seen all kinds of faces, ugly and handsome; Dirty and clean; Evil, kindness ... but it's all gone, and there are not many clear traces. I will graduate from primary school soon. The most unforgettable thing in my six-year primary school life is the expressions of my friends. They still haunt my mind all the time and accompany me like shadows.

The students in our class all have various expressions.

You see, the monitor Zhang yelled at Wang Taolin on the podium again: "Look at you, there is still time to talk empty talk after copying, you …" In the morning, Zhang was so cold, daunting and serious-her pronoun.

Wang Taolin still doesn't change his teachings, smirking, frolicking with Bai Hongbo, with his mouth open and his mouth closed, "Ha ha ha ..." Laughter-his pronoun.

9. A 600-word composition describing a person's appearance, language, manner and movements. Appearance: There is a boy in our class. Look at him casually and you will feel nothing > _ <; 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 and heard that he was looking for him. He panicked, wore a headscarf and hid with money and bones. He came out to meet him and said, "When will you come back?" Song Wu said, "I just 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, "Du Tou and I haven't had dinner 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 and why Wu Da died, 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! Nonsense, tell me what my brother's body looks like? " Song Wu said, "Hold your knees with one hand and look at Uncle He with your eyes wide open.

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 all the dark shadows you left in your heart have been washed away by the heavy rain, and you are refreshed and relaxed. ...

Some are online, and some are from the composition book. I'm exhausted.