300-word fragments, not less than ten.

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 he was looking for him, he panicked, put on his headscarf, and hurriedly took the money and bones and hid them. 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. ...

Appearance:

At first glance, she is quite tall, with a good figure, neither fat nor thin, and she is a piece of dancing material. Look carefully, she has ear-length short hair, and always wears two hair clips on her head, one on the left and the other on the right. Her hair is tightly tied behind her ears, revealing a smooth and fair face. Her eyes are small, long and thin, but full of spirit. When she laughed, she became two cracks. The nose is slightly upturned, giving people a playful feeling and looking cute. What she likes best at ordinary times is a dress with blue background and white flowers. This skirt is wide and big. As soon as she ran away, the skirt flew like a flower.

Action:

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.

My name is Zhang. I'm eleven years old and I'm in Grade Five.

I wear a black ponytail and walk with a bump. My eyebrows bend like a sickle. A pair of big black eyes, can read people, red lips, just like lipstick. A pair of fingers refers to slender and tender hands. People say, "Ten fingers are long and dexterous." I don't believe it! Once, I learned to nail buttons and pricked my finger, which bothered me for several days.

My sister has just entered the first grade of primary school. She is smart, sensible, good at singing and dancing, and very cute. Also, pigtails are upturned, two black eyes are rippling, two faces are red, and two eyebrows are getting thinner and thinner. She began to sing, her thin black eyebrows were raised one by one, her black eyes looked at the distance affectionately, and her two open little hands seemed to be wings, trying to fly beyond the cloud nine.

If Zhang is my classmate. He is very lively and smart, with black hair, a naughty look on his round face and big black eyes, looking at you innocently. He shook his head gently when he was proud: when your criticism embarrassed him, he shook his head gently.

My cousin Xu Xu is only ten years old this year. He is white and fat. A pair of beautiful dimples and watery big eyes hung on the round face, turning around from time to time, showing a clever and naughty strength. A clever breakthrough is even more candidly admit defeat than him! By the way, my cousin is quite strong!

He is thin, as if there were more bones than meat. Those big feet that are out of proportion to their height are hooked with a pair of sky blue slippers that are bigger than their feet, and two long legs like cranes hang down from the stool, one pressing the other. Eyes narrowed into a crack, and the knowledge in the book was "absorbed" from that crack.

Xiaoguang is a fifth-grade student with a round face and big bright eyes. He studies well, but he doesn't like working. Occasionally, when he is asked to do some work, he will cover his mouth and lower his head. The boss is unhappy and walks lazily. Therefore, my father always shouts "lazy cat", and my mother often says, "lazy cat, lazy cat, when will you become a bee!" Strange to say, before long, he really changed.

My sister just entered the second grade this year. According to my usual observation, I summed up a word for her, that is "lazy". If nothing else, she would shake her head and pout when her father told her to sweep the floor after school. If not, point to me as a brother. "I'm still young, why don't you ask him to go?" Well, I have to drop my homework and sweep the floor and accept my bad luck.

My sister's name is Wang Xiaomei. She is not tall, but she is slim. On her peach-red melon face, there are a pair of big shining eyes and a small cherry mouth embedded under her high nose. She is four years older than me. We have been playing together since childhood. She always says I'm not good, but I still like her very much.

After class, a boy of 12 years old rushed past the table like a whirlwind. His chubby body, big round head and a pair of smart big eyes embedded under short and black eyebrows always make people feel so clever, playful and lively. If he finds something interesting, he will immediately give a whoop of cheer, which is so clear and loud. Once, he violated discipline in class, and the teacher asked him to stand in front. He stood up and came to the middle of the classroom, made a face at the class, and then smiled shyly. The bright sunshine outside the window slanted on his face. Look, it's funny, how he looks like a naughty little penguin!