The combination of appearance, language and action with descriptive composition

1. I said, "Dad, you go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here and don't walk around. "I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down. I quickly wiped away my tears, fearing that he would see it and others would see it. When I looked out again, he had hugged the scarlet orange and turned around. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, I said, "I'm leaving; Write it over there! " I watched him go out. He took a few steps, looked back at me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside. "When his back was mixed with people coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again.

-Zhu Ziqing's back

2. A good composition describing a person's manner, language, movements and appearance and idioms related to "manner":

Suppose it looks like

Get into trouble/dilemma

Treat things calmly

Reach the pinnacle of success

calm and unhurried

Headache, frown-frown in disgust

(of eyes) bright and sharp.

listless

beam with joy

Woodcarving or clay sculpture-as wooden as a dummy

Clay or wooden statue

blow a fuse

pretty

In good mental state

Keep absolutely calm and calm.

Susceptible to emotional changes

Happy show

A person's face reveals happiness.

Smile-radiant.

Stand up with your head held high

Every flicker and smile

Keep absolutely calm in the face of unusual things.

Serious and stern expression

Idioms related to "language":

An absurd statement

Win only verbal praise

A baseless conversation

Public opinion; popular will

The golden words (of the ancient emperor of China) ―― golden words.

Very valuable guidance or advice.

Myth speech

pet phrase???

Mixed accent

What do people say?

Nice words

Sweet mouth, sweet tongue-sweet mouth.

Unilateral statement

One-sided view.

Confucian classics

Idioms related to "laughter":

clap one's hands and laugh aloud

dismiss with a laugh

The whole room was convulsed with laughter

Smile.

be all smiles

smile through tears

Daughter smile

force a smile

I couldn't help laughing.

With a faint/slight smile

People who take fifty steps back are laughing at people who take a hundred steps back.

be all smiles

be radiant with delight/joy

glowing with health

be radiant/beaming with joy

Can't help laughing.

(of a woman) give a charming/charming/sweet/charming smile.

Secretly laugh

Beauty among beauties

Laugh at sth.

Every flicker and smile

dismiss with a laugh

Many people crowded and talked loudly.

laugh heartily

There are too many appearances and movements. Go to the idiom king and find it yourself.

3. A 600-word composition describing people'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.

4. Appearance, movements, language composition, and understanding of fatherly love.

The last class of frustration, accompanied by the teacher's voice and thunder in the air, went on in frustration.

Looking out of the window, the heavy rain is ruthlessly destroying the earth. The noisy crash troubled the hearts of the students, who whispered in their ears-they were afraid of heavy rain!

As time goes by, I am on pins and needles. Looking at all kinds of cars, vans and motorcycles at the school gate ... I am very anxious. I wish my father wouldn't come!

I can't remember clearly what the teacher said on the platform. In fact, I don't listen at all. I looked out of the window again. Fortunately, my father didn't come. I breathed a long sigh of relief. ...

When the fatal bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom with my schoolbag on my back and plunged into the endless rain curtain. Rain poured on me quickly from the top of my head, but I'm glad my father didn't come. Looking back at the school gate, the students got into the warm and spacious carriages one by one, and the sound of motor gradually drowned my thoughts. ...

"Son!" A thunder woke me up from my dream. This familiar voice ... no! Look inside, dad's here! He has an old umbrella in his hand, an old man's bike. The rust on the bike is as irregular as the wrinkles on his face. He has a smile on his face. Although he is very kind, I feel uncomfortable all over.

"Dad is late, sorry, take an umbrella quickly, and Dad will take you home." He said slowly.

Car after car passed by me, and I felt that my classmates in the car must be staring at him and his worn-out bike with disdain. My face feels burning pain. ...

He seems to know something. He took a shabby five-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to me carefully. "I have to leave early. Go home by car. " Say that finish, I slowly stepped on the bicycle in the rain and struggled to get up. With the sound of "creaking, creaking", my father left me slowly; Father's thin back gradually blurred in the endless rain.

My face * * * spicy, bowed his head. Suddenly I saw the place where my father was standing, only the dense raindrops and two cigarette butts still smoking. I know my father never smokes. ...

A stream of heat suddenly welled up in my heart, my nose was sour and tears flowed down. Some people say that holding your breath can stop tears from coming out, but my eyes are confused because I can't hold back my tears. He is my father, and poverty cannot change the affection between father and son!

"Wait for me-"I shouted, running and catching up with my father with tears in my eyes. ...

Under a faded umbrella, two fiery hearts melted the cold of the rainstorm; On an old bicycle, the most beautiful and true laughter in the world flew out. ...

5. Write 200-word fragments with action, psychology, appearance and language, and put them together. Today, I want my mother to have short black hair. She has arch eyebrows, big eyes and a gentle mouth, and a pair of glasses on her high nose. My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. Usually I live in my grandmother's house. I can only see my mother on Saturday and Sunday. Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences with me. After I corrected my composition, my mother found me some similar compositions and explained to me while reading them. What parts of this composition are worth learning, what parts are well written and what parts are not well written, combined with my composition. My mother not only cares about my study, but also cares about my life. I remember one day, it was snowing heavily. In a short time, the whole city became a sea of snow, a paradise of snow and a world of snow. On that day, my deciduous teeth didn't fall out, but my permanent teeth grew out. My mother insisted on taking me to pull out my deciduous teeth. I don't want to go because I'm afraid of pain. My mother finally dragged me there. If I don't pull it out, it will fall out. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me an anesthetic and pulled out my deciduous teeth, which didn't hurt at all. Later, I learned about my mother's painstaking efforts. My mother said, "Pull out the movable deciduous teeth and the permanent teeth will grow neatly. If you don't pull out the active deciduous teeth, the new permanent teeth will grow crooked, and it won't look good when you smile back! " Sure enough, because all my deciduous teeth in the middle of the lower row have been pulled out, my permanent teeth look neat and I laugh easily and happily. I love my good mother.

6. A 250-word composition describing the appearance, appearance and language movements of the characters.

When it comes to scavengers, everyone will associate him with "thieves". I know an uncle who collects junk. He often comes here to pick up junk. But nobody praises him! He, as long as he can sell everything Even the rotten film under pressure will be dug out bit by bit, and even a straw will not be let go. But he never takes what we want, even the porcelain cups that are readily available in front of the window are no exception. If everyone encounters any difficulties, he will help them as much as possible.

I remember once, I saw my uncle picking up junk, and I suspected that he had improper behavior. I ran to the kitchen and looked, ah, a cup was missing. Looking up, the window is open and the hand is just right! I guess that garbage stole the cup.

I ran out and saw a cup in his pocket. I decided that he was a thief. Look: His clothes are dusty, dirty and smelly, and patched. His hair is messy, his face is as black as coal, his eyes are quite big, and he shines "sly" like a thief. When he saw me, he pointed to the road behind him and asked in blunt Mandarin, "Little Sister, is that road feasible?" I listened to it and thought: I have the face to ask for directions after taking something from others. I said grumpily, "I don't know! How could you do that? How can you steal someone else's cup! " He looked up and said, "I didn't steal it!" " "Then I silently squatted down to pick up rubbish, and no matter how I scolded, there was no response.

At this moment, a man named Hanako came. The beggar has only one hand, one foot is injured, and he is wrapped in a rag. He pleaded with me and said, "Little girl, please! Give me some money. I haven't eaten for two days and nights. I'm starving! " Oh, what a pity! Just when I paid for it, I found that there was only one in Zhang Yiyuan, and I hesitated. At this time, uncle buttoned up, took out a bag from his chest pocket, and then carefully opened it and took out a stack of banknotes. I poked my head and saw that it was only five dollars. I saw him take out a Zhang Yiyuan's, then put the rest of his wallet in his pocket, buttoned it, and patted it again and again for fear that the money would fly away. He looked at the beggar and then at the money. Finally, he put the money into the beggar's hand, patted his chest pocket, and then silently picked up the junk. I was dumbfounded. I didn't expect him to be so kind as a garbage collector. Even though he didn't have enough to eat, he went to help a beggar. I regret it a little, and I don't think he is so annoying.

When I got home, I found the cups on the table intact. I was impatient just now and didn't see it clearly ... Ah, my face is red. ...

I came to the back door and saw that the uncle had come to the construction site. Looking at what was readily available on the construction site, my uncle left without looking back. ...

Oh, what an honest and helpful uncle! I really hate myself for suspecting that my uncle is a thief. Yes, his appearance is not beautiful, but his heart is beautiful! Although his clothes are dirty, his mind is white and flawless! I will always remember this and learn from my uncle. ■

Comments: The author shows the soul of the character by comparison: the comparison between my opinion of him and his actual person, my attitude when helping others, the hardship of my life and my attitude of not hesitating to help others, and his description of withdrawing money. ■

7. The composition describing the characters mentioned in the masterpiece (perfect sunny day): I want to fly, and my heart is so tired.

I don't know when, young hearts are always eager for independence. How many times, I tried to escape from the shelter of my parents' wings, open up a thorny road alone, and sharpen my wings in the wind and rain.

Perhaps, God discovered my greed and let me enter this full-time high school, and finally I can get rid of my mother's nagging.

The tall teaching building, the carefree canteen, the crowded supermarket and the strange faces all make me novel and excited. However, when everything is familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness occupy my heart. Heavy study makes me feel depressed and dull, and my weak body makes me feel groggy all day. I feel very uncomfortable and want to go home once, but the lofty aspirations of the past made me endure.

Autumn seems to come early, and I feel a chill as soon as I enter autumn. The cold wind of rustling blows aimlessly, making the window sing along with the gap.

I sat in my seat reading a magazine and saw an article about maternal love, which reminded me of my mother. .

I used to study late at night. At this time, my mother will serve my favorite mung bean soup, look at me kindly and finish the soup bite by bite. Then make my bed and advise me to go to bed early; Sometimes I get angry outside and lose my temper in front of my mother. My mother never cares, but comforts me and makes me feel better. Before. .

Only then can I realize the beauty of nagging. Those annoying words in the past are so warm in retrospect.

"Bell-"* * interrupted my thoughts after class. I quickly came to the telephone booth and dialed my home phone number. Mother's kind voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Mom, it's me." I whispered.

"* *, how are you at school? Be careful whether you are in good health or not. It's cold now, pay attention to adding clothes. Are you used to eating? . . "

"Well, everything is fine. . "I cried as I spoke.

Once, I thought I was a person who would not be emotional or shed tears. However, in front of my mother, I shed tears openly.

On weekends, sitting on the bus home, I feel particularly cheerful. I realized that no matter how far I fly, I will never leave my mother's sight like a kite.

Mother is a thread tied to my heart. The longer and farther you pull, the more painful your heart will be.

8. composition: guess who he is, no less than 400 words, but also a description of language and appearance. Move a short man. He is one of the twins. He is an elder brother, thin, with small eyes and weighing 28kg. As long as he turns around a few times, he comes up with several bad ideas, a small mouth and always says strange things. He is a naughty boy. He is enthusiastic about helping others. I said, "thank you". I almost used up my crayons. I gave them back to him, but he said, "Never mind". He is too generous. His future ideal is to be a scientist, like Edison, and invent many things to benefit mankind. Playing computer games and treating them as documents are all his hobbies. There are quite a few hobbies, but he is not so good at them. His handwriting is messy and he doesn't listen carefully in class. Please guess. .

9. Articles describing characters' appearance, language, movements, psychology and demeanor can't help crying.

One morning last summer, we were having a class. A quick knock on the door drew the students' eyes to the door. When the teacher opened the door, I was surprised to find it was my father? ! I can't help feeling nervous. The teacher nodded repeatedly while listening to dad. Then he came up to me gently and said, "Your father came to ask for leave and said there was an emergency at home. Go! " ! Be careful all the way. "

Out of school, the car is at the door, and my mother is in the car. The car quickly drove out of the city. I was puzzled and asked my father where to go. Dad said seriously, "something happened to grandma's town, and the specific situation is still unknown." Along the way, dad destroyed the driver several times in order to drive faster. The car stopped in front of grandma's door. We got off the bus, and everything in front of us stunned us. There are only half of the arch bridge leading to grandma's house, and people come and go on the temporary wooden bridge. The depth of the river that divides the town in two. Houses on both sides of the river, some places stagger, and some places collapse in pieces. Some residents salvage things floating on the water by the river. There was a faint cry from both sides of the river bank. I didn't have time to think about what happened here, so I hurried to grandma's house with my parents.

When she arrived at grandma's house, she hurried to meet her and said, "There you are. I have hardly seen you. " Grandma went on to say, "It rained for more than half an hour last night, and the mountain torrents came down, which washed down the construction waste dumped into the river by the houses built randomly on both sides of the river in recent years and blocked the bridge opening. The water suddenly rose and entered the houses on the shore, and the houses with lower terrain were flooded. Dozens of people drowned alive. Some bodies have not been found yet. " Speaking of which, grandma cried. I feel my nose hurts, too ...

In the afternoon, my father took me to see my relatives. There was only one topic in each family: "This is all caused by robbing the river." Everywhere, those acts that destroy rivers are condemned. Those who live on the river bank and suffer heavy losses, some stare blankly at the water that has not retreated, and some beat their chests and feet and regret it. ...

At sunset, mom and dad took grandma back to the city. When leaving town, grandma turned around step by step. Standing on the half-destroyed bridge, we can no longer see weeping willows and smoking by the river, and we can no longer hear the old cow singing at dusk. When I was a child, my friends who played with me were washed away by the flood. The face of the most naughty tiger, Xiang Xiang and Cun Er, became clearer and clearer in my mind. ...

When the car started, I covered my face and couldn't help crying loudly. ...