A work depicting characters

The genre of composition includes: narrative, expository, practical, argumentative, prose and poetry. The following are six short articles describing the characters I brought you. Welcome to reading.

Chapter 1: I went to the mirror in the mirror and he appeared. He has a pair of big watery eyes, a head of shiny black hair, a pair of sensitive small ears next to his eyes, and a flat nose below. This is Zhang Kai.

He is very brave. He is brave when he is brave. Once, he and his younger brother and sister went to a haunted house to play, but they were afraid to go in. They are afraid that something terrible will suddenly jump out of it and scare themselves half to death. Only he is not afraid. Suddenly, the door slammed and a group of simulated bats flew out of the haunted house. "My brother and sister shouted together, and almost the whole haunted house collapsed. Only he was not afraid at all and stood there motionless, like a big tree.

But sometimes he is timid. He was funny when he was timid. Once, in the middle of the night, he went to wash his face and suddenly saw two mice eating on the stove. He shouted, "Mom! Mom! Come and save me! " When his mother came, he was pale and bloodless. He stood up, touched his ass and said, "ouch!" It hurts me! " Mom smiled and said, "You used to be so timid! Two mice can scare you like this, haha! " "Then can you?" He threw this sentence aside and went to bed.

I left the mirror and he disappeared. Do you understand now? Well, he is me.

Chapter 2: About my father's composition My father has a Chinese face with thick eyebrows and fair skin. The back is wide, the chest is straight and strong. The only fly in the ointment is that he is only 1.6 meters. Grandma often sighs: "If your father were five centimeters taller, he would be a standard man." I feel the same way-dad is a little shorter than the average person. But somehow, since I came back from my trip to Xiamen, I think my father has grown taller. Why is this? Let me tell you why!

On the third day of summer vacation, we went to Xiamen. When you travel to Xiamen, you must go swimming in the famous Gulangyu Beach. On the second day of our arrival in Xiamen, we went swimming at Gangzihou Beach in Gulangyu Island. I saw the soft beach shining like gold. The blue sea is vast, and white waves are beating against the golden beach. The beach is crowded with people, including fathers and daughters, young mothers and children. There are also strong old people who, like young people, face the waves together. I can't wait, put on my swimming ring and fly to the sea like a bird, dancing with the waves. Wave after wave, because it is not the first time to surf, so I have experience. When the waves rushed over, I jumped up to avoid the impact of the waves. Just as I was having fun, my father suddenly heard a woman crying in haste. He swam without hesitation, hugged his young mother's back and paddled in the shallows. At this time, another uncle came with his children. The young mother was in shock and kept saying, "Thank you! Thank you! " Dad said, "You're welcome! This is what I should do. " Afterwards, I learned that while we were surfing happily, the young mother and children had long forgotten the danger and floated outside. When they found that their feet couldn't reach the bottom of the sea, they were afraid, because they couldn't swim at all, so they cried loudly.

On the way home, I found that my father has grown taller and my father is not short!

Through this incident, I understand a truth: beauty can't just look at the appearance, but the beauty of the soul is the real beauty.

Chapter 3: Mother's composition There was a person who helped me when I was most helpless. There is a person who shows me the way when I am most confused; When I failed in the exam, someone encouraged me. She is my mother.

I had a high fever, dizziness and chills when I was a child. But I'm at home alone, and no one takes care of me. I had to grit my teeth and go to the landline, pick up the receiver and try my best to dial my mother's phone. Before long, the door opened and it turned out that my mother had gone home. She quickly dropped what she was holding and ran to the hospital behind my back. On the way, the sky suddenly clouded, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. The wind and rain seemed to be deliberately making things difficult for my mother. There was a lot of rain and mud on the road, and my mother accidentally stepped on it and slipped on the cold and dirty concrete floor. My mother didn't give in because of this, but stood up with great enthusiasm and carried me to the hospital not far away step by step.

At the hospital, my mother has become a "soaked chicken", but she doesn't care about her clothes. Instead, she anxiously asked the doctor to give me an injection and stamped her feet from time to time. I was awakened by their noisy conversation and felt guilty when I saw my mother in a panic. I thought and thought until my eyes were wet with tears. I want to stop endless tears, but once I move my true feelings, I can't stop them. Soon, tears fell like dropped beads. I looked back at my mother, who had fallen asleep because of fatigue, but she didn't seem to feel very tired, but showed a sweet smile. Maybe it's because she sent me to the hospital in time and didn't make me suffer from illness for too long. I think I have to thank her.

Motherly love is a beam of sunshine, which illuminates my heart; Motherly love is a flower, which brings me fragrance; Motherly love is the spring breeze that blows away my confusion.

My father is a tall man with big eyes and black hair.

He is also a kind person and likes to take part in activities. ...

I remember one time I failed the exam. But my father didn't scold me and said, "I will study hard in the future." I am a fifth-grade child now, and I still need the care of my parents. How great my father is in my little heart! Dad has to work to earn money to support us. Dad has to get up early and work hard every day. From Monday to Friday, my father will get up early to cook for us. ...

When I was a child, my father often told me stories, such as Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood and Snow White ... In fact, I was very naughty when I was a child and often broke things. My father would say: Be careful not to break things again next time. Every child makes mistakes. If you know the mistake, you will be a good boy. This sentence is deeply imprinted in my heart. I want to say to my father: Dad, you are really great. In my heart, you are my hero.

My classmate's composition I have a very good classmate. She ranks first in every exam, and she is also the vice monitor of the class. Everything is fine. She always helps some difficult classmates. For example, some students didn't come to school on leave, so they couldn't write their homework when they came to school. She will help them finish their homework. It's like a teacher is teaching students.

I remember one time, my homework was not written well. She is the group leader of Chinese and is preparing to collect her homework. I don't have a clue, and I still need one. I thought she handed in her homework without waiting for me. No one expected that she actually put it down and came up to me and asked me, "Are you ready?" If you really can't write it, I'll hand it in! I can teach you! ""thank you! "She taught me how to write and gave me several examples. After I finished writing, I had a clue and a good idea, so I quickly wrote. In a short time, I finished writing. Although this is only a small matter, it also shows that she loves learning and helps students with difficulties.

She is also an example for me to learn! At the sports meeting, she managed her classmates so that they had no right to speak. She is also among the best in the 60-meter race and softball competition. If a classmate in the class is sad, she will run to comfort her and stop her from crying. Some students quarreled and threw the books out of the table. She will also go up and pick them up and put them on the table, and discourage students from quarreling. Enhance the friendship between students. Of course, she never fights with her classmates herself, and always reads carefully!

She is my classmate, the one who is among the best in all aspects.

On Sunday, my mother and I borrowed a bike and had a good time walking by the West Lake. Time to go home. We returned the car.

We are on our way to take the subway. Walking, when my mother wanted to put mineral water in my bag, she suddenly found that the bag was gone. I reacted: I left my bag on my bike. It's all because I just clamored to return the car myself, which interrupted my mother's train of thought and forgot to take my bag. I ran to the place where I returned the car.

When we arrived, the car was still there and the bag was gone! I looked for all the bicycles, but there was none. My mother asked my aunt at the nearby grocery store, and she also said she didn't know. There are so many people coming and going here that you can't find them. That's my favorite Barbie princess bag, which also contains the study materials of my interest class.

I hung my head, very sad, and the good mood of the day was gone. Just as we were hopelessly preparing to go home, we turned around and saw two grandparents and a little girl waving to us across the road. Grandma has my bag in her hand. I jumped up happily, and we excitedly took the bag from grandma and thanked her grandparents and little girl. Grandma said that their granddaughter found our bag. They waited here for a long time and didn't see me come back to get it. They are about to give it to the police. The old man's face is full of happiness in helping others.

Our society needs such kind people more.