Write a composition about a girl.

1. Write a composition about girls. Miss Sun is a math teacher in our class. She is of medium height and looks like 35 years old. An amiable face, always so kind. The eyes seen from those black-rimmed glasses are always so bright and kind. Her language is always so profound, so wonderful and makes people laugh.

The female teacher's surname is Song. Because she is young, she is only 20 years old at most. So we all call her Miss Song, and some female students kindly call her Big Sister. Teacher Xiao Song is tall and dressed simply. There are two arch eyebrows on the face of melon seeds, a pair of bright and sharp eyes embedded under the arch eyebrows, and a glib mouth. Teacher Xiao Song tied two long ponytails and dragged them to his shoulders.

Feng Cheng is a classmate in our class. He is not tall and his eyes are big and bright. In particular, he has two big ears and two thick lips, just like a big clock. To this end, the students gave him a nickname-"Big Clock". Coincidentally, since the second grade, Feng Cheng has kept the classroom open and locked in the class every day, just like ringing a bell. This nickname is called "Open".

Zhang Shan, my deskmate, is very delicate and watery, but she ended up with the nickname "Zhang Luneng".

Li became a member of the Health Committee of the "Second Bar" because she was nosy. Although she is filial, she has a high voice. No matter who did something wrong, she will get to the bottom of it and make you apologize. Therefore, I secretly changed her name to "Mera".

The classroom stopped talking as soon as the invigilator came in. He has a high nose, bright eyes embedded under long black eyebrows and a thick beard under his nose, which makes people know that he is a strict invigilator. He glanced at the classroom and then began to speak: "Students, today is the time for you to report your primary school results to your motherland. Do the problem carefully, and don't be careless at all. After receiving the test paper, you should see the questions clearly, don't glance left and right, whisper, answer questions carefully, and strive for good results. "

My father is a humorous person. My father is short, thin and thin, with white skin and black hair. Anyone who sees him will think that he has permed his hair in the barber shop. His colleagues say that he is a fallen Christian, and I think so. Artist, a famous binding artist in five provinces of Central and South China. His solo exhibition was well received by many celebrities. He is also a funny man, especially fond of joking. I don't know if all artists are humorous, but I think my father is full of humorous cells. No matter how busy and tired he was at work, as soon as he entered the house, to be exact, he said that as soon as he saw me, he immediately smiled and I danced with him.

"Contact with the world" is my greatest hobby. A girl of 12 years old, naughty and stubborn, with a delicate nose and a small mouth that likes to sip at ordinary times. This is me. In a corner of the bookstore, you will meet a woman who is holding a book and looking at her with relish, smiling for a while, as if she heard the cheers of the winner; Then he frowned as if he were lost in thought when he met a problem. She, that's me, a small frequent visitor to the bookstore.

The girl who wrote this story has a sad ending in her composition. I don't know when she became beautiful and happy ... —— Inscription: This story will be repeated when it happens, and there will be more and more repetitions and more tragedies.

We can no longer make people feel excited and sad, and we can no longer write a sad ending. The girl mentioned the pen and finally wrote a sentence: the happy ending begins from now on.

Is the girl kind or does the girl want to be happy? No, it is definitely not that girl who wants to be happy, but everyone wants to be happy. So a smart, diligent and honest girl keeps writing stories to people, letting them know the existence of elves, the call of angels, the greed of human nature, the happiness of the world and so on.

The girl knows that her writing is exquisite, but she never thought that every story she wrote was not only appreciated by everyone, but also infected by everyone, and she always sank into the so-called "lonely world". Everything was silent and time was stagnant. Only one kind of loneliness came out from the deepest part of her heart. Girls just want everyone to understand the story and their own voices, not to become sad.

So the girl has been looking for someone who can read her mind, but no, there won't be. The girl is completely disappointed, but she has been waiting in disappointment ... (1) "Are you there? Wake up, will you? " who is it? Who is waking up that girl? I rubbed my hazy eyes and thought it was mom and dad, but I didn't expect two pairs of white wings behind me and a beautiful woman with long hair standing in front. Seriously, this is an angel! Oh, my God, I made a mistake. Is it the girl next door? Or ... the girl opened her eyes at once, but the scene in front of her was clearer and the angel was still standing in front of her. "Don't stay, come, come with me."

The angel's hand was warm and she took the girl away. No, it flew away.

Although the girl is in a vague state, her mood suddenly brightened when she saw the charming scenery at the moment. Is it a dream? Why is the night view of the city so beautiful? The light is flashing at the moment, like a star flashing, like a glowing snake hovering; Those tall buildings are like a palace full of excitement, lights and joy.

The girl is constantly imagining, is this really a beautiful night scene? Ah, there is endless green space, not green anymore but dark blue. If you wear a tulle skirt under the moon, it is illusory but beautiful. The river is also sparkling.

The mountain over there and the tree over there are all ... "Beautiful? The world is actually beautiful. " The sky speaks with the voice of nature, which seems to imply other meanings.

Of course, the clever girl understands that she suddenly feels that the world is not so dark, so noisy and unbearable. At this time, the girl fell in love with the beautiful scenery, and most importantly, she was full of confidence in the world.

What is that? How do those lights move? It's fireflies. They like to fly freely in summer nights, adding vitality to the night. What a girl thinks she can't do will never be done.

Just like no one can break the world, no one will know what the world needs, whether it is money, friendship or honor, no one will understand the girl's voice, but today, the girl saw that it is the ordinary animal firefly that makes the night particularly charming. What ordinary fireflies can do, so can ordinary people. The girl really thought a lot, completely unaware that the angel around her had disappeared forever.

"Angel, thank you ..." Huh? Why is the angel gone? What's the matter? Did I dream? Did I dream again? They said it was impossible to have such a wonderful thing, impossible! But look, is it fireflies, this beautiful night scene, or is it true, the angel, where is she? Angel, where are you? (2) "Nothing can change her mind, she is so stubborn." "Why? She is the queen, and we must listen to her. "

"I will listen to her in the fairy country, but this is the world of mankind." "But what if the queen finds out? We still have a mission. We want to find a girl who can see angels and then destroy her. "

"Why are you so stupid? We can play on the earth for a while! " Listening to their conversation, the girl knows what happened. These are all stories written by girls. She wrote that although the elves found the girl who saw the angel, they brought the girl to a world that was never sad.

Is it true?/You don't say. Are there really elves? I have to see them clearly. I just want to see them. A voice came from behind: "Have you seen us?" The girl was discovered by the elves. "Not much to say, take her to see the queen."

Elves look similar to humans, but slightly shorter than humans and look funny. Hehe, these are all written by girls. I didn't expect the elf to write exactly like her. "This girl is very cute, let's take her to play!" Yes, there is an elf in the fairy tale written by that playful girl. If you play with it, maybe the girl will run away.

"I'll take you to play." The girl said quietly.

An elf rolled his eyes and smiled sweetly. "I want to go to a place I've always wanted to go-a world that will never be sad." I forgot that this is my dream place. Look at the girl's eyes, she is very confused. Take her to play! ""hit again? "Needless to say, they really went to a place where they were never sad ... (3) How the story develops depends on how the reader imagines it. Finally, there is really a place where there will never be sadness in the world, maybe not in the world, in space, in the air, in the universe ... Let's imagine that maybe the sad people will not be happy after all, maybe the optimistic people imagine the place where there will never be sadness so beautifully, and maybe the girl has found herself. There has never been a sad place ... the ending is not unexpected. The girl likes to live in a place where there is no sadness. Everything is really beautiful. That person, that thing and that life are all happy and lively. There is no lonely world that is too quiet, and there is no restless heart. Everything is happy.

This may be just an imagination, but the girl managed to find the sunshine. After all, she knew it was a dream. There were no elves and angels, but there were night scenes and fireflies. This kind of real and illusory thing makes girls feel that the beauty of the world needs to be discovered and enjoyed. She is no longer a girl who can only write sad stories.

While discovering and enjoying, girls will also taste green tea and write new stories. Happy story.

3. How to write a composition about female classmates?

Close your eyes and you will see the small flowers, which are blooming shyly. -inscription

A beautiful but shy girl once fell in love with an excellent sunny boy.

Never held hands, never chased barefoot at the seaside, never sneaked behind a park bench and engraved each other's names, never passed a note, never said a few words. This is her first love. In the eyes of others, it may not be the first love, but for her, the feeling of youth has become a treasure of her life.

Every day, she watched him walk into the classroom, pass by her and sit in my seat. She never looked back, just listened to him and his classmates talking and laughing, and wrote it down silently. She once carved him in her heart: plaid shirt, sneakers, half-rimmed glasses, and eight teeth when she smiled. She often loses herself in physics class, watching the teacher's hands gesticulating with free fall, and her thoughts think of him uncontrollably like free fall. She dreams that one day I will stand by and cheer for him loudly so that he can hear me, one day I will lean on his shoulder and look at the stars all over the sky, and one day he will suddenly appear when I make a wish. Thinking about those simple little happiness, she couldn't help laughing to herself. She was punished for many stops. But even standing as a punishment makes her feel a little sweet, because-although he is very attentive in class, she is standing in the second seat in front of him-he can definitely see her as long as he looks up.

He is so excellent, but she feels so ordinary. She is very lonely, no one knows who she is when she walks on the road, and naturally she can't attract his attention, except for physics class. She doesn't want to communicate with others, and no one will understand her thoughts. She just dreams alone and sometimes writes it down with a pen. She wrote in her diary: "Many girls like him, but he is not tempted. Is he going to leave me the most exciting smile? " ! Girl, work hard! "She constantly inspires me in this way. Her dream adds a lot of fun to the dull life and also brings motivation to her study. She is good at all her lessons except physics.

Three years passed quickly. In the dream and struggle, she spent the cardamom years, spent the flower season, and successfully entered high school. The secret buried in my heart for three years has not been said, and it has been left to myself. Soon, the boy moved to another city with his parents. On the day of parting, she seemed to find that he gave me a longer smile than others. Since then, the girl's dream has been forced to terminate, but the pure and astringent feeling has never been separated.

As usual, maybe she couldn't remember graduation photo's face without him at first, but the girl's feelings full of longing for him have always been remembered in a quiet corner, shining from time to time in the sun. That young age left her a flower of memory that will never stop blooming.

4. A girl's composition 400 My friend

When I was in the fourth grade in Guangdong, I had a picky little friend.

Her clever and keen eyes are embedded in the melon face, and there is a small cherry mouth under her small and exquisite nose, which is very lively and lovely. A tall ponytail with a unique bow.

She is from Sichuan and likes to eat Chili. Her other hobby is finding fault. She is a health worker in her class. Should she have her nails cut or her hair cut? She should wear a hairpin that doesn't match her color and skin color. Someone said, "You are too generous!" But she didn't manage it properly, so she became recognized as the "king of nitpicking" in her class.

She is not only in my class, but also my deskmate and neighbor. So I picked countless thorns. In a Chinese class, the teacher gave out monthly examination papers. Wow! I got 100, which made me ecstatic. Just after class, "picky king" took my test paper and saw her scanning line by line. Then her keen little eyes stared at a place and said to the teacher, "You have misjudged this question." The teacher looked at the test paper and said, "You're right, it's the teacher's negligence." My test paper suddenly became 99 points.

My family will move to Shanghai soon. At the end of the term, after the exam, I set off with my family that afternoon.

One day soon after I arrived in Shanghai, I received a courier from Guangdong. When I opened the eye-catching three characters at the bottom of the homepage, the name of "picky king" first came to my eye. I thought to myself, how can this "king of nitpicking" catch up with Shanghai? Let's look at this letter first. I read it carefully: "Po, congratulations!" " You got a double percentage at the end of the term. The teacher and everyone miss you very much. I picked the most faults for you before. Please don't hate me ... "

I couldn't help crying after reading the letter, papers and awards. I thought: I really should thank the "critical king". If she hadn't helped me correct so many mistakes at ordinary times, I wouldn't have achieved such good results today.

Now, I often think of this good partner. With such friends, I will make faster progress.

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I created it myself-the model essay is for reference only.

I hope my answer can help you, and I wish you progress in your study!

5. A quiet composition is about a girl with a round face and a pink face as beautiful as a peach blossom. Thick short hair covered thick black eyebrows. Long and dense black eyebrows are like dyed black ink, and black eyes are as shiny as diamonds. There is a red mouth of Zhang greatly under the high nose. She always likes to wear light clothes.

Silent, she doesn't like to talk, gentle and gentle, always soft and faint, and scolds people so gently. Once, I wanted to put the spider plant outside in the sun. I pushed the window and put the flowerpot on her desk. Suddenly, dirty water filled her desktop, her brow wrinkled into a figure of eight, and her mouth pursed. Oh, she'll be angry. What should we do? ! I had to stand there quietly, with my head down and my face flushed, ready to accept criticism. Unexpectedly, all I heard was: "Will you be careful in the future?" Then he took out his napkin and wiped the dirty water off the table. Ah, there is no such good person! If it were me, I would definitely spill dog blood on his head. I really want to learn from her!

She is good at writing. Whenever she writes a post, she is very excited and often gets high marks. No matter how noisy, she can write carefully one by one. Once, the teacher asked me to write an article I wrote in Chinese communication, and I couldn't write it well. I'm in a hurry. Let her write. Soon, the composition was finished, and her correct and delicate handwriting made my article shine at the moment, and the teacher smiled very comfortably.

6. The composition about loving a girl likes a girl and does a lot of things for her silently, just paying attention to her silently. In fact, I know she knows, because in our class, everyone except the teacher knows that I like her, because I really can't pretend. Really, you should also know that there should be no love in senior three, and she didn't refuse me. I know there can't be love in senior three, so I carefully kept this feeling. I didn't know she didn't do well until after the college entrance examination. In fact, I did badly in the exam, but I shouldered the responsibility of comforting her. Just because I am a boy, fortunately, we all went to college. Unfortunately, I am in Hefei. But I still believe my love for her. I confessed to her when I was a freshman. She just said this to me: I don't want to fall in love yet. "In fact, I know what she wants is a handsome guy with a height of 180cm or more, who can give her romance every day. Although I am ok, my height is only a little over 170, and in her opinion, I am a boy who doesn't understand romance, so my first confession failed.

Really, I am really unwilling, so although she refused me, I still didn't give up, continued to pursue her, silently loved her and cared about her. Suddenly I was a sophomore, that is, on the eve of 5. 1 last year, I confessed to her for the second time. I said: XXX, I can't forget it, I really fell in love with you. "She still said: I don't want to fall in love now", so I refused to go away. I asked her at that time, why did you call me when you were sad? When you are sad, what do you use me as a tool to talk to? Are you still waiting for your romantic love? Can't you be realistic? You and I are both ordinary people, and your so-called romance does not belong to you. When I said this, I found my eyes were red, but I didn't cry. Because men don't cry easily. . . . . . Originally, I went to Nanchang on 5. 1, and then I chose to lick the wound secretly in an empty corner because I was completely disappointed. I spent the whole summer vacation to forget her. That summer vacation, I went back to my hometown alone and didn't contact any classmates, including her. I thought this love was over, but.

Last June 165438+ 10, I was playing cards with my classmates that night, and suddenly I received her short message saying, XXX, I like you. Do you still like me?

7. I can't help thinking of the composition about that girl-the little girl who sells flowers.

It was a Sunday three years ago. Although the weather was not very good, I arrived at the scene on a rare day. Just after breakfast, I hurried to the farmer's market.

Ah, the scene is very hot. People with local accents are bustling, and there are all kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables, lively rabbits, slippery loaches ... I'm looking for something my mother asked me to buy. Suddenly, a small basket of white roses jumped into my eyes.

Wow, it's beautiful! Flowers are exquisite and fresh. This is the real flower! "How much is it?" I quickly squatted down and stroked those white flowers affectionately. No one answered. I looked up and found that the flower seller was a girl of eight or nine years old. She is sitting on the stone beside the flower basket and counting carefully: "One piece, two pieces, two pieces ..." After counting, she folds the change together, rolls it into a circle, and carefully puts it in her pocket, as if afraid that the money will grow wings and fly away.

Look at her behavior, as if she didn't hear my question. I patted her on the shoulder with a smile, pointed to the roses in the basket and asked, "How much is it?" Only then did she find me, came to her senses and said, "Oh, buy flowers! This flower is not expensive. I planted it at home, one for each person. "

She looked up at me innocently. I just found out she's cute.

Although she is a girl from the countryside, her eyes are big and bright, and her mouth is like petals. And her black hair is flowing in the sun, which is particularly energetic.

She is wearing a yellow shirt. Most of the shirts are fluffy, but the pants have faded, but they are all neat. She is really a clever girl.

"Hey, it's really cheap. I want three. " I couldn't help laughing when I found the little girl staring at me enviously.

When she saw me laughing at her, she blushed and bowed her head. Suddenly she asked me, "Sister, are you in Grade Five or Six?" "hmm!" I picked up the three roses I had chosen, sniffed their fragrance vigorously and answered casually. "That ... that you must know a lot of knowledge?" I felt almost ridiculous and asked her, "What about you?" She didn't answer, just bowed her head.

I am more curious to ask; What? You didn't go to school. I used the word "no" in particular. "no! I have been there! " She quickly explained, "I went to the second grade. Later, my dad thought the tuition was too high, so he wouldn't let me go and let me sell flowers."

The little girl lowered her eyes. "Why?" I asked.

"Dad said there was little money at home, and my brother and I both went to school and couldn't afford it, so ..." As she spoke, the little girl's eyes turned red and tears pattered on the roses in my hand. I also feel my nose is sour, and my tears are about to fall.

I bit my lip and tried to comfort her, but I couldn't find the right words at the moment, let alone how to help her. After thinking about it, I took out the pocket money my mother just rewarded me, stuffed it into her hand, stood up and ran away.

On the way home, I looked at three white roses, white and flawless, crystal clear, like a little girl's face, water drops on petals, I don't know whether it is dew or a little girl's tears. Look at the flowers in your hand and the drops of water on the petals.

I silently shouted in my heart: "The little girl is also a flower, why is she …" Joke: Tweety is a famous beautiful girl in Shan Ye. She is in the wind and rain all day long, but she doesn't wither or turn black. Her face is white and clean, and her eyebrows are clear and bright. When you smile, your mouth flaps like a calm meniscus, and when you speak, your voice sounds like an oriole's hoof.

This surprised me. Looking up, I saw a 12-year-old girl sitting high on a branch, holding a harmonica in her hand and preparing to play. She is wearing a lux cashmere sweater and a pea-green skirt.

Two little feet in lux shoes are hanging and pulling, which is very comfortable. Her pigtail head leans on her right shoulder, her big watery eyes blink at me, and her nose is slightly upturned, revealing a naughty look.

As soon as you see her, you will like her from the bottom of your heart. Xiao Ju is fourteen years old this year, but his figure is not high, his arms are still so small, his cheekbones are still so protruding, and his ten fingers are like a pile of dead bamboo branches, which seems to be broken at a 10% discount. Because she is thin, she looks very light.

Jianhua has a uniform figure, neither fat nor thin. His black hair is combed into two slender braids, his ruddy oval face, big round eyes and two deep dimples on his cheeks are lively and lovely. There are two country children in our yard.

One is my sister, with pigtails and a little flower jacket. One is a younger brother with hair on his forehead, like a teapot lid.

Xiaomaha (Mongolian), with fine features, red lips and white teeth, round face, high nose and black curls, is quite handsome. It's just that the ears are long and ugly, but the old people all say it's a "Buddha statue". They are blessed.

My sister is ten years old this year and is in the third grade of primary school. On her red face, a pair of big eyes are smart.

Black hair, two curved eyebrows, like a crescent moon. One of her white teeth is missing. When she smiles, she becomes an open tooth, which is very cute.

Li Zhou is the best lesbian in our class. She has dark skin, small round eyes and thin lips.

My grandmother said that people with thin lips can talk, which is true. Li Zhou talks like a machine gun. Whenever she speaks, the big furry brush at the back of her head is still swaggering.

When she saw me with Shi, she curled her lips and said rudely, "Shi is hitting a bodyguard." 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 are blushing and red, and two eyebrows are.

8. read a girl's story, read a composition > before, I didn't know how to cherish life, and I couldn't make myself live a wonderful life.

But since I saw this "story of a girl" on the Internet, it has given me a great shock. This article is about a girl named Huang Meilian, who has suffered from cerebral palsy since she was a child.

This symptom is amazing because her limbs are out of balance and her hands and feet often move. According to her condition, the doctor concluded that she would not live beyond 6 years old. But it was such a girl who persisted in her beliefs and survived strongly. She was admitted to the University of California and got a doctor's degree in arts. At a lecture, she told us about her belief in staying strong. As soon as we saw it, she wrote the following lines: 1. I am so cute; 2. My legs are beautiful; 3. My parents love me so much; 4. I can draw and write; I have a lovely cat. Finally, she summed it up in one sentence: "I only look at what I have, not what I don't have." After reading the above story, we will be deeply moved by Huang Meilian's spirit of not giving in to fate and loving life. Yes You must stand a hard test. If you want to live a happy life, you must accept and affirm yourself. In fact, in this world, everyone has different defects or unsatisfactory places. You are not the only unfortunate person. The key is how to look at and treat misfortune. You don't have to complain about fate, don't just look at what you don't have, but look at what you have, and we will feel that we are actually rich. On the journey of life, we have all read many short stories that move us and make us think deeply. The philosophy and wisdom contained in these short stories once inspired our lives, comforted or shocked our hearts and touched us. In everyone's life, we need to understand some truths in order to make ourselves smarter and accept some touches, so as to make our life full of * * *. Later, I made up my mind to cherish life.