Film detail description combination

1. An essay "Meteor Trail", which describes a wonderful part of a movie with more than 500 words, is not the best movie in Leslie Cheung, but it is quite distinctive. This is the only father image in Leslie Cheung's films. Seeing his colorful image of "fallen angels" in many films, this ordinary and kind single father can really make people feel refreshed.

At the beginning of the story, he was a successful and even overconfident financier. In the treacherous stock exchange, he is used to being a man wearing a mask of hypocrisy and indifference, and to controlling money and desires. However, in the financial storm, he lost everything, pride and confidence. At this time, he met Mingzai, and the appearance of the child, like the arrival of an angel, awakened his kindness and sincerity in human nature, allowing him to find a new direction in life and face the people and things in life with his true self.

Ah Rong never treats Ming Tsai as a child. He cares about him but doesn't spoil him. Their relationship is equal. He didn't let the child call him dad, but called him Aron. They get along like old friends who have known each other for years. But when Mingzai needs protection, he will become a father who is desperate to protect his children. He is fully capable of finding a good job, but he didn't give Mingzai any material comforts. They share a life style of taking pains and having fun. Maybe Ah Rong knows that this life is only temporary, and one day he will let go of the child's hand. Instead of making children feel indebted to themselves in the future, it is better to choose a quiet and comfortable life, just for the warmth and happiness of dependence.

For Mingzai, Ah Rong is like his patron saint, nurturing him and guarding his innocent childlike innocence. However, when Mingzi eagerly looked at the expensive sailing model in the high-end showcase, he became mature and said to Ah Rong around him, "It's so expensive. Do you have money with you? If you have no money, stop looking. Go! " Hearing Ming Zi say such a thing in his childish words, Ah Rong leaned down and said to him, "Children should talk like children, learn from adults when they are so young, and when you really grow up in the future, you will suffer." Once the sea was difficult for water, Ah Rong had never experienced the success or failure of his career. How could he have such a outlook on life? Money has long lost its appeal to him. It's not that he can't, he just doesn't want to. The sailboat model made by Ah Rong himself for Ming Tsai is not as beautiful as that bought by Shao Jun, but it contains a heart that money can't buy.

Ah Rong embodies a man's fatherly love, a rare warmth in today's impetuous society. After peeling off the mask of money and secularity, we finally see another kind of true love between people. As a result, Ah Rong's casual way of humming children's songs to let Zi Ming sleep, as well as the faint warmth shown by two people playing together, made the audience feel palpitations and saw the lovely side of citizen life.

Perhaps this is the artistic conception pursued by the director: both Hong Kong, a bustling metropolis, and the stars all over the sky have the same ordinary joys and sorrows after peeling off that gorgeous coat. Man's fate is like a meteor across the sky. At the moment when we met, we faced each other with a sincere heart. Even if you are reluctant to part, you can turn around smartly and have no regrets.

2. About the characters in film and television works, there should be about 800 words of details in the composition. My favorite revolutionary film and television work is "Easy", which tells the story of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period.

The protagonist of this work is Uncle Zhao. It mainly tells the story that Uncle Zhao accepted the task of protecting the golden Buddha statue, and the Japanese launched all-round forces to take it away. Therefore, this is a huge task, but Uncle Zhao risked his life to successfully complete this task.

What impressed me most in this work was that several grandmothers used the slippery Japanese fighting method, which was both convenient and neat. They put the beans in the dustpan and the Japanese officer came. They opened the door and poured the beans out of the dustpan. Beans rolled down like a river, and Japanese officers could only retreat and could not move forward. Finally, the Japanese officers got a "good" ending. I sat in front of the TV, laughing and clapping again and again.

Although this film and television work is very funny at first, it can make me realize the bravery of revolutionary martyrs in the Anti-Japanese War, let alone a powerful young man. Even grandma, who is not afraid of sacrifice, took part in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. I was most impressed by their clever way of defeating the strong young Japanese officers.

My favorite film and television work is Hands Up. Students, what about you?

3. The detailed description of the 400-word composition details is mom's inquiry after school. The details are that dad said he would go to bed early after finishing his homework. The details are the teacher's eyes when he finished his homework. The details are the detailed notes handed over by his friend after he got sick.

Although the details are small, they are timeless. We are all just ordinary people, sometimes even mediocre.

Life is connected by trivial details, not as sensational as the plot in the soap opera at eight o'clock, but with more real and touching details than the TV series. Meng Jiao wrote down the details of "She sewed carefully, she made up thoroughly, and she was afraid that the delay would make him go home late", which made countless wanderers cry; Wang Wei wrote down the details of "advising you to drink more wine, there is no reason for people to leave Yangguan in the west", which made countless pedestrians sigh; Su Shi wrote down the details of "Xiao Xuan window, dressing", which made fans all over the world lament.

Just details, not just details, it contains the deep feeling behind the details themselves. Often moved by Rembrandt's Jewish bride, the couple wore beautiful clothes and looked gloomy and restrained. In the dark background, two people snuggled up to each other, without looking at each other, without ups and downs, only holding hands, as if in a casual moment, they caught the painter's heart and left it on the canvas. Even after hundreds of years, they still depend on each other silently, and this feeling will never change.

For the viewer, no matter how gorgeous the clothes are, it is their deep affection, the life course that they have walked through each other and will continue to walk, and the promise of "holding your hand and growing old with your son". This is such a cool and affectionate detail.

The same affection is often found in life, including a cup of hot tea and a knitted sweater presented by my mother to my father; There is a hot water bottle filled by my father and a basin of washing water poured by my mother; And they prepared three meals a day for me, and I patted them on the back. We can't expect life to be great, we just want to make the details better.

"In a word, the love of a lifetime", the lyrics sometimes reveal the truth of life so easily. True warmth is only silently transmitted in the details; People who really love you will only show their love in the details.

Just like mother, father, teacher, friend and lover. This is an exam composition, and I got 57 points.

The author firmly grasps the word "ordinary" to write details, so that the details that are often ignored by us in life can enter our field of vision one by one and show the feelings behind the details. And through ancient poetry and Rembrandt's paintings, further highlight the details, so that a drop of water fully reflects the brilliance of the sun.

The full text is fluent, the sentence is beautiful and the meaning is endless. [Example 2] Anatomical details Hu Ceng, Class 4, Grade 3, Pinghu Middle School, Zhejiang Province, flashed across the starry sky like a meteor, and I missed the details of my wish; When the waves beat against the rocks, I missed the details of prayer; I missed the details when you told the story.

But I won't miss it again. I will seize the details and wait for the miracle of life. The detail is the sewing needle in the mother's hand. Needle and thread is full of love, and mother uses it to light the flame of hope. The detail is a small screw on the machine. When it gets to where it is most needed, the machine will run freely with it. Detail is a dazzling little star in the vast starry sky, which guides us to the palace of success.

Details attract countless eyeballs with their charm. Life is full of surprises because of details! Painters draw the details of life into pictures with colored pens, and writers feel and experience the details with their hearts, and use them to create the most attractive chapters; Photographers capture details and make countless unforgettable details exude unparalleled fragrance.

Lu Xun's details are on the road of "there is no road in the world, and more people will become roads". With his enthusiasm and persistence, he climbed up the ladder and opened up the road to success in life. The details of Zhu Ziqing are looming in The Back. "Blood is more and more attractive", but the details are hidden in it. Affection is hidden in "thinking of relatives twice every holiday season" Friendship grows and blooms in details, and love breeds in details ... accumulate small details in study and pay attention to small details in work. Your life will be more full and perfect.

Don't ignore the details, if you put it aside, you give up the beginning of success; You should grasp the details of success. Over time, every detail is in your diary. When you open it, you have your efforts, your ups and downs. It turns out that you have been working hard, trying to find your miracle and trying to ignite your hope.

Gently pick up a maple leaf on the road, just a small maple leaf, but it records the past of life. Grasp the details of life, with the details on the road to success, you will have the motivation to move forward and a beacon of hope.

One day, when you suddenly look back, you will be delighted to find that so many details around you have paved the way for life. Dissect the details and you will learn to nourish life.

Grasp the details and appreciate the miracle of life! [Brief comment on examples] If you don't elaborate on details, you can't ignore details in life, because details breed success. By expounding the importance of details, the author makes everyone understand that we should firmly grasp the details, dissect the details and ignite the fire of hope in life.

The full text is profound, sentence by sentence, patchwork and full of power. [Example 3] Details-the Source of Beauty and Eternity 3 14200 Lu Minjie, Class 4, Grade 3, Pinghu Middle School, Zhejiang Province People say that it is as short as morning dew, and it will be fleeting when the sun disappears; Eternity is like the sun, rising and setting day after day.

The whole process of all living things is only a moment in the universe for the creator with infinite power. We really feel the flow of time and try to slow it down or even stop it-but who can do it? Poor man, where can I find that tree and fix my short-lived self in the chain of history and become an eternal existence? Actually, it's all around us, the details.

The details are the stones that make up the pyramid, and the sleepers that are peaceful when laying the railway. Only by paying attention to details, grasping details and deducing details can we grasp life and destiny.

Every door-to-door service of Xu Hu is so ordinary and ordinary from an individual point of view, but it is these countless details that have made his glorious image and made him loved by people. There is no denying that Einstein's genius created the theory of relativity.

But when people opened his manuscript, they found that there was no complicated calculus, no subtle syllogism, only tens of thousands of seemingly ordinary times.

On the day I wrote the detailed description, my heart was shocked.

The rain outside the window is sparse, and I look at the gloomy sky in the faint rain and fog. A drop of rain turns biological dust into wisps of light smoke, which blend and flow in the hazy drizzle. In the faint smoke, the most sincere and flawless touch buried in the bottom of my heart emerges like a movie.

It was a gloomy rainy day, and all the pedestrians in the street hurried away. The willows on the roadside are listlessly floating with sparse willow leaves, and their heads are low, which is insignificant in the fierce rain. I stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain and stared at the gray sky quietly.

Suddenly, a beggar in rags caught my eye. He was wearing patched rags, and his unkempt hair was soaked by the rain. Dark eyes lined with wrinkled and worn-out faces, like a desolate Gobi, lifeless. Her bare feet were black and blue, and she was limping on the cold road. Just like a thin and helpless bird, struggling to support its wings in the wind, it can't compete with Han Wei.

He suddenly stopped and looked down-it was a shriveled old jar, creaking in the wind, quietly sticking to the smooth and shiny road, covered with mud. He was dazed, paused, gradually bent his thin back, stretched out his withered hand like a branch, and picked it up carefully. He pulled the can tightly in his hand, almost close to his chest, and then walked forward seriously step by step. male ...

The air seems to have solidified and disappeared in the hazy rain. In the faint smoke. He was dazed, solemnly put it in the dustbin, and then left contentedly.

His moving steps suddenly stopped, just like the desolate Gobi, full of eternal admiration and emotion. With his head down, a beggar in rags came into my eyes. Those gloomy eyes, lined with wrinkles, will always be a bright light in my heart. The pedestrians in the street left in a hurry, and then step by step, my heart was shocked and my eyes showed relief.

It was a gloomy rainy day, rising bit by bit, moving forward seriously, and gradually struggling to support his wings in the wind. His heart is more like the rising sun that shines forever. Looking at the incomparably tall body. The willows on the roadside are drooping with sparse willow leaves. Her bare feet were black and blue. I stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain, rattled in the wind and lit up my heart. My unkempt hair was wet by the rain, and I was a beggar in the rain. My life has also been impacted.

That day. Like a thin and helpless bird, dragging its thin body, it is the most sincere and flawless touch buried in the bottom of my heart, blending and flowing in the hazy drizzle.

Suddenly, I limped away. He saw the dustbin, which looked insignificant in the biting rain. Tears gradually filled my eyes, mixed with mud and quietly stuck to the smooth and shiny road. That incomparably pure heart, like a branch, stretched out its dry hands and lifted it trembling. He looked down-it was a shriveled old can, gently, almost clinging to his chest, quietly staring at the gray sky, lifeless, but unable to compete with Han Wei. He clutched the jar carefully in his hand. He was wearing patched rags. I looked at the gloomy sky in the faint rain and fog, and gradually bent down his thin back. My mind was shocked in an instant, and I paused on the cold road, just like showing a movie. A drop of rain turned biological dust into wisps of smoke, and my heart was shocked.

The rain outside the window was scattered all over the floor, and that thin and rough face was worn out by the world.

5. Describe the composition of 1 in detail. Childhood: When I was a child, I was infatuated with watermelon. Now that I'm grown up, sometimes I really miss that cold feeling.

Street stalls or melon shadows on the screen come into view, and the moment when I ate melons in my childhood reappears in front of my eyes: in summer, the brilliance of the rest of the day sinks into a corner of the sky, and the summer heat gradually disappears. Under the blowing of the evening breeze, people's spirit is particularly comfortable.

At this time, the fragrance of watermelon filled the streets, sometimes thick and sometimes light, as if nothing had happened. I (about five or six years old) put my arms around my knees and squatted on a small bench like a cat catching a mouse. My small black eyes glanced at the watermelon spinning up and down in the water.

Across the water, the sweat on my face has already dried up, and "Qianchuan" hangs like a waterfall. Mosquitoes "swim around" in their ears and don't care.

Under a bright smiling face, there is an expectant heart waiting-My Sweetie in a melon seed shell. Until the watermelon was cut into pieces: I saw watermelon seeds embedded in red melon meat like black pearls; The melon meat is a little cold; Melon juice flows down the mirror-like melon surface, one drop, two drops; The texture on the surface of melon is like the fine lines on the surface of painted porcelain ... The happiest moment is that the iced watermelon is held in your hand, and it seems that there is a cold current floating back and forth all over your body.

2. The fragrant mud flies yellow, the northwest wind whistles, and the residual snow rolls on the road. Although it is early spring, the weather is still very cold.

She, leaning against a poplar tree at the school gate, was as motionless as snow sculpture. The sudden ringing of the bell.

Her dim eyes sparkled with longing. A group of children, singing, walked out of the school gate without her son; Another group of children talked and laughed and set foot on the road without their son ... The figure was sparse, scattered and gone.

The creaking iron gate locked the silent campus. She was dizzy and could hardly stand up. She stumbled over and held her hands tightly on the iron fence.

"For what?" An old man in a message came out with a democratic face. "bright! My little light! " Like breathing, like crying.

"School is over." "Know the way ..." She murmured in a low voice with glassy eyes, lowered her head feebly, slowly released her hand, and took out a candy wrapped tightly with body temperature from the pocket of a long-breasted cotton-padded jacket: "Uncle, please ... give it to the child."

"What's your name?" "Wang Xiaoliang." "What grade and class?" "Today, just after my eighth birthday."

"I asked what grade and class." The old man is getting impatient.

"Oh ... maybe ..." She shook her head again. The old man looked at the neurotic woman strangely. "Who the hell are you?" What he answered was the tears in his eyes and the back that hobbled away.

The old man sighed in confusion and seemed to understand something. In the afternoon, this bag of candy finally reached Wang Xiaoliang in Class Two, Grade Two.

The child was very surprised. I haven't tasted this favorite toffee for a long time. His little hand rubbed his clothes back and forth, thought about it, and respectfully sent one to each child, two to his good friends and five to his teacher.

"Eat!" He shouted and jumped happily, even throwing off the prostitute with his mouth open. The students shared the joy with him in the laughter of hip-hop. Only the teacher quietly turned around ... After school, Xiao Liang was still immersed in joy and skipped home.

Suddenly, he stopped and felt the candy left in his pocket, and a sense of fear came upon him. He seemed to see it again: now mother raised her slender eyebrows and whispered something in her father's ear. Dad grabbed a stick and came up to him angrily.

He looked blankly, not knowing what to do. He patted his pocket hard, but it was bulging at first sight.

He lowered his head, sucked his fingers, thought for a long time, and looked around. He quickly buried the sugar in the snowdrift by the side of the road and specially inserted a small stick. Xiao Liang slept soundly and sweetly that night.

He dreamed that his old mother came back with a smile, and now her mother is hanging her head and leaving. I'm so happy. Next day, Xiao got up early.

As usual, he emptied and rinsed the bedpans of the whole family first, then washed rice, added water, poked fire, sat in the pan, and then slipped out with a cold steamed bread on his back. He wants to digest his candy quickly.

I don't want to. Overnight, the ground temperature rose, the ice and snow melted, syrup and snow water mixed together and penetrated into the earth. On the wet ground, there are some crumpled candy paper and small sticks as marks.

Xiao Liang blinked and couldn't help rolling down tears. He squatted on the ground sadly and looked blankly.

After a while, I couldn't help reaching out my chapped little finger, picking up some dirt and putting it on the tip of my tongue-he smiled again: that dirt, My Sweetie's. Summarize several common detail descriptions: (1) portrait detail description, that is, portrait detail description.

For example, in Daddy's Caregiver, the portrait of the patient is a detail. It is this detail that drives the development of the plot.

(2) Description of language details, that is, a detailed description of the typical language of characters. For example, in "Deer Fetus Hitting Kansai Town", after Lu Da killed Kansai Town, he faked his death. This is a language detail, which shows Lu Da's character characteristics of being brave and resourceful.

(3) action detail description, that is, a thorough and detailed description of the typical actions of the characters. For example, in the passage about Lu Da borrowing money to help Jin Lao's father and daughter in the boxing town of Lu Tiha, the verbs used vividly show the different personality characteristics of the three men.

(4) the detailed description of psychological activities, that is, the detailed description of the psychological activities of the characters. For example, in the article "Daddy's Caregiver", the description of young Sisillo's psychological activities after seeing "Daddy" seriously ill can well show the excellent quality of caring for his parents.

(5) Detailed description of expression changes, that is, a detailed description of the process of expression changes of characters. In the article Seven Matches, the description of the expression change after the unknown soldier handed the match to Lu Jinyong is a detail worth savoring.

(6) Description of clothing details, that is, detailed description of characters' clothing. It is necessary to see the professional characteristics of this person through the description of clothing, and it is also possible to see the personality characteristics other than professional characteristics. This is a good description of clothing details.

(7) a detailed description of things, that is, a detailed description of the development and change process of things. For example, in.

6. Composition About the details, my father's black hair is mixed with a few white hairs, his face is slightly black, but his eyes are bright. That's my father.

Dad is forty years old, but he is still childlike. When I learned to play yo-yo by accident in the fourth grade, I bought one and finished my homework and went home to play.

At this time, my father saw that I was having such a good time and even wanted to give it a try. He said to me, "Son, lend your father a play." So, I handed the yo-yo to my father.

Dad couldn't play at first, and the ball was always out of control. He didn't learn it after a long time. Dad looked worried, so I said to him, "Wait until the yo-yo slides to the bottom, and then pull it up."

Dad tried several times and learned several tricks such as "sleeping" and "walking the dog"! The more dad plays, the more addicted he becomes. The more he played, the more interested he became. He doesn't want to put it down for the time being. My mother looked at my father's playful appearance and said, "It's 40 years old, and my son is almost 12 years old, but he still looks like an old urchin!" "Ha ha ..." A burst of happy laughter broke out at home.

Dad not only has a childlike innocence, but also takes his work seriously. A few days ago, my father installed a computer in his office, which contained many games! I really want to have fun.

It happened that my dad was going to the office today, so I quickly asked my dad for permission. Unexpectedly, he said to me sternly, "How did you learn to take advantage of the public at an early age?" I ran into my room angrily, slammed the door hard and shouted at my father's back: "Old stubborn man!" " Unexpectedly, my father never came back after he left, so I had to go to bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the toilet. I saw the light in the study on. It turned out that my father was writing materials, and the wastebasket beside the desk was full of sweat. He found me, looked at my bloodshot eyes and said, "Hurry to sleep, there will be a class tomorrow." I know my father's stubborn temper, so I have to say, "Dad, go to sleep quickly."

I went to bed. However, I can't sleep for a long time.

The moon, walking in the sky, the stars, blinking naughtily, while my father is still writing that material. I'm proud that I have a conscientious "child's play" father.

My father My father has regular facial features and black hair. His small nose looks the same as mine.

There is a mouth bigger than mine under the nose. The mouth that eats is faster than our running speed. Dad has two characteristics. Let me tell you something. The first characteristic is that he likes eating out. Usually, even if there is nothing outside, sometimes, when meals are cooked at home, they say they go out to eat.

Tell me more about that time. That night, my dad was having a party with friends, and I went. When I saw that after dinner, I chatted in two directions. It's not good for everyone to talk together. My dad won't allow me to say a word. I told my dad, "It's not fun here. I want to go home. " Dad didn't send me home. I whispered to my father, "I want to go home, dad."

So you are willing to take me home. Look, this is the real dad.

The second feature-love to eat fruit. He usually eats fruits no matter how spicy, sour, bitter, sweet and unpalatable, which are delicious in his eyes.

He has no money to buy pomegranate. He asked my mother to give me fifty dollars to buy pomegranates, and he took me to buy them. He didn't know whether they were sweet or not, so he only picked a few. When I get home, I want to "kill"; I took a bite and spit out my tongue. I couldn't help crying. "Why is it so sour and not sweet at all? Is it pomegranate? " Dad smiled and said narcissistically, "It's very sweet."

I jumped over and grabbed my father's pomegranate and took a bite. Yeah, not bad. I thought to myself: is it true that dad only chooses the sweet ones for himself, or can he really choose any sweet one? Then he didn't know that what he was holding was sweet? Finally, I tasted all the pomegranates, and none of them were sweet.

Dad is really, just choose a sweet one, and the rest are sour, so that we can't finish eating and then "take it for ourselves". Look, that's what my dad is. He is like a playmate.

My dad, if someone asks me who my favorite person is? Then my father deserved it. Because with him, happiness will always accompany me, and all my troubles will disappear.

Just say get up in the morning. Although I am dressed, I am still in a daze and always want to sleep. Dad came over with a smile, pulled me out of bed and said with a smile, "What, do you still want to be the head of the quilt?" Just whip your lazy muscles. "

He tickled me, and I smiled, patting my father on the back and blaming him with a smile: "You are so bad, you are so bad." At this time, my father has smiled heartily.

At noon, when Dad comes home, the first sentence will be "Is Tingting back?" As soon as you see me, you will put your hands behind your back, walk up the stage steps in Beijing opera and say to me with a smile in Beijing dialect, "I'm starving, come and eat with me." So we ate happily.

In the afternoon, when I came home with a heavy schoolbag on my back, I felt tired and annoyed. But when I opened the door, I found my father waiting for me at the door. When I came back, he took my schoolbag in one hand, put his feet together, lowered his head and said to me like a Japanese, "Thank you!" " Then he looked up and looked at me stupidly.

I was amused by his appearance, and my troubles had already gone to the cloud nine. I can't help but jump into my father's arms, hug his neck and whisper in his ear, "Dad, you are so kind!" " "This is my father, who gave me a happy life. Choose one by yourself.

7. Wang Jie: Wang Jie always looks like a lady when eating, even though he has a steamed stuffed bun in his hand.

Look! Wang Jie gently touched the bottom of the steamed stuffed bun with her three white and round fingers, smiled and talked to the opposite person, nibbling like a chicken pecking rice. It took a long time to wipe out a steamed stuffed bun that was not too big. Perhaps feeling a little thirsty, she slowly picked up the toilet paper put aside, wiped the fingertips of three fingers who had just taken the steamed stuffed bun, then held the rim of the bowl with both hands, cocked her little finger and ring finger, slightly opened her red lips and took a sip slowly.

Feeling my eyes, Wang Jie turned around, gave me a slight smile, and put the bowl back carefully. After eating slowly for a while, she was the last in the class, but she was in no hurry. She took out a new paper towel and wiped her mouth, then slowly left with a plate.

Zhang Hong: If Wang Jie is a lady, then Zhang Hong is a chivalrous woman. Every time Zhang Hong eats, it's like a war. After the second delay, he seems to be "game over".

Although the school steamed bread is not big, it is not small, but the steamed bread in Zhang Hong is half as big as it. The spoon doesn't stop, and the spoon is sent to the mouth. My cheeks are full of food and I tremble from time to time. Besides, the two apples on my cheek look a bit like squirrels eating.

Because you are in a hurry to eat, you will inevitably choke. Zhang Hong is always busy pouring bowls into his mouth with one hand, and punching his chest with the other hand. After a gust of wind swept the clouds away, the plate was clean, leaving only some soup. After eating, Zhang Hong strode away eagerly with a plate.

Grade three: Gopher Head (Wu) (This article comes from the original composition library:).

8. There are many articles with a detailed description of 500 words. For example, Zhu Zhiqing's back father climbed onto the platform to buy oranges is a detailed description. The whole article has no details, only fragments.

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 the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then 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, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it 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.

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