Honest character detail description composition

1. About the detailed description of honest composition, 7 words in junior high school

Honesty means honesty and trustworthiness. Since ancient times, people have been carrying seven bags of life: health, talent, money, honor, alertness, beauty and integrity. However, many people throw away their "honesty" that they think is a burden. However, I don't think I can lose my integrity. Because without honesty, there would be no such lovely world as ours!

One afternoon after school, I was walking alone on my way home. The sky became gray, and a flash of lightning cut through the lead-colored sky. Soon it began to rain, so I went to a residential building to take shelter from the rain without an umbrella. Suddenly, I don't know if I dropped a ten-dollar bill from the window of that house, and it just landed in front of me. I looked around and saw that no one was there, so I quickly picked up the ten-dollar bill and put it in my pocket, thinking, "Bang …" I couldn't help laughing while covering my mouth. I thought to myself, "Hee hee, I lost my money while I was sheltering from the rain. I am so lucky that such a good thing happened to me! I have pocket money this week. Hey! " I laughed. But the good mood didn't last long, and I couldn't get up again. My heart thought, "How anxious it would be if the owner took money to buy things, but the money was lost and nothing could be bought!" But I thought again: "if I return ten yuan to the owner, I won't be able to eat delicious snacks;" Can't buy a beautiful gift; I can't buy toys with fine workmanship and fun ... "At this time, my heart is like two little devils arguing with each other. What bothers me more is that they all have their own reasons, so I can't choose between them. With a very complicated heart, I decided to take the money and go home first and let my mother help me make a decision.

When I got home, as soon as I entered the door, my mother seemed to see that I had a mind. She reached out and took my schoolbag and asked with a smile, "Jinger, what's wrong with you?" "here! It's it. " When I was sad, I took out the ten yuan that didn't belong to me from my pocket and said to my mother. Mother asked strangely, "How can money make you angry?" I saw that my mother didn't understand, so I told her all about what happened and my contradictory heart. After listening, my mother said to me earnestly, "Son, think about how anxious you will be if you lose your money!" Integrity is gold! " After listening to my mother's words, I remembered seven bags in my life. I can't lose my integrity like some people. I nodded to my mother with a red face and ran back without hesitation, asking from door to door whose money it was. Finally, I found the owner and returned the money. The owner also praised me, and I blushed and said to him, "This is what I should do!" "

at night, I dragged my tired body home. Although I am very tired, I am still very happy, as if a big stone had finally landed.

Through this incident, I learned that people need honesty. The act of "doing things in good faith" does not conflict with the desire to obtain "benefits". As long as you are prepared for "honesty", you can run forever with full horsepower!

2. Primary school students' 6-word composition "Sincere Man" should be described in detail, such as appearance description and actions.

Those who are true are sincere, not refined and sincere, and cannot be moving.

please listen to my description below. I remember that it was the morning of the fifth day of the first month. My parents and I went to visit a temple fair. Suddenly, I saw a stall selling handmade windmills, and I dragged my parents to buy windmills. When I first arrived there, the stall owner warmly entertained us. I couldn't help but look at this stall owner's grandfather, who was in his early sixties, wearing a straw hat, which was no different from ordinary farmers. He was very kind and looked very simple when he smiled, giving people a good impression. A little foreign boy also dragged his mother to the stall. He looked very interested in handmade windmills. The grandfather warmly entertained him and took him to choose windmills. Soon, the little boy picked windmills. He looked very satisfied. His mother was so happy that he took out his wallet and prepared to pay. The grandfather was more experienced. When he saw the customer take out his wallet, he knew that the customer had to pay, holding up three fingers and five more. It means $3.5. The foreign woman was confused, so she took out one RMB of each denomination for the old man to choose. At this time, a young man who was watching shouted, "Take the biggest one!" Several other people followed suit, and the foreign women seemed to understand, and handed the grandfather a hundred-dollar bill. Surprisingly, the grandfather returned the hundred-dollar bill and only took a ten-dollar bill. What is even more unexpected is that the grandfather took out six dollars and fifty cents from his pocket and handed it to the foreign women. The foreign women seemed to marvel at the grandfather's sincerity and gave him a thumbs-up sign. The crowd suddenly burst into applause, and those guys who were booing also broke into applause.

Grandpa moved me. 3. 5 words

He looked out through the screen window. The stars in the sky are dense and busy, and they are silent, but it seems that they only think that the sky is

lively. A comb of moon images describes an immature girl, but she is not shy when she sees people, and the light and outline are < P > fresh and carved, which can gradually set off the night scene. Insects in the small garden grass talk at night in trivial ways. I don't know

where the frogs, Qi Xin, work together to make a bugle call, like the sound of the fire boiling. A few fireflies swim around,

unlike flying, they float in thick air, and a little firefly flashes in the dark where the moonlight is out,

like a little green eye on a summer night.

"Good rain knows the season", which happens quietly when this group of women are fighting for beauty. The enchanting peony, nourished by the spring rain

, is more and more beautiful. There are dew

beads rolling on the petals, wrapped in its attractive color, dripping silently and getting into the grass with lingering fragrance. Grass

also proudly stands up, popping up a small head like a needle tip, such as a newborn child, which is

covered with lovely green and newborn green under the moisture of spring rain, and thrives in the embrace of rain. The vibrant color on the grass is like a pearl, like jade, embedded in pure cotton silk. Birds fly low and sing softly in the treetops when it is raining in the spring rain. Birds and flowers, the scenery is infinitely good!

The moon rises from the edge of the forest, giving off a cold glow, which makes the snow-covered fields particularly white.

It makes people feel even colder. Thousands of stars are like night pearls scattered on the sky, shining with Yin Hui.

As night falls, the blue sky is dotted with countless little stars, blinking like

Buddha inviting people to travel in the vast space.

The moon is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, and then lifting the veil to reveal a charming

face, and the whole world is soaked in the moonlight into a dreamy silver gray.

1. Aunt rolled up her sleeves and rolled up her trouser legs. She moved slowly in the stream.

She lifted her left foot slightly, took a small step forward, and dragged her right foot forward slowly, as if she were wearing shoes weighing

a thousand pounds. She twisted her hat, bowed her back, lowered her head, squinting, and made her hands look like she was holding something. At this moment, she stopped, stopped looking around, stared at a place on the right, suddenly plunged her hand into the water and held a small fish in her hand.

2. She picked up chopsticks, reached for a dish with bright colors, gently picked up a piece, held it under the chopsticks with her left hand, and followed the chopsticks carefully. At the moment, the veins of the hand that was originally abrupt are more obvious when the veins are forced. She carefully put the dish in her mouth and tasted it carefully.

3. Grandma stretched her right foot and slipped into the mouth of the shoe, clutching the doorframe tightly with her bulging hands.

She gently lifted her left foot, carefully inserted her tight foot into the mouth of the shoe, plunged it into it, and then stepped on it

several times to make her feet more comfortable and went out with satisfaction.

4. It's near, it's closer, and the team leader finally comes to him, like a Mount Tai set in front of him, shouting

, "Hand in your homework, hand in your homework!" He "hey hey" smile, expression is so funny, and so

mysterious, suddenly, he plunged his head, like a slippery loach from the group leader's arm, and the soles of his feet

ran away like oil.

5. There is an old woman at the crossroads, slightly hunched, with a chubby body, struggling to walk on the open road with an umbrella

. The strong wind came against my face with heavy rain, and she bowed forward hard

, grasped the umbrella, stepped back half a step, and staggered forward.

Grandpa has a bronzed face, eyes like two bells, and a

wisp of goatee beard floating on his pointed chin. He is tall and broad-shouldered. Although he is over 7 years old, he speaks with a powerful voice like Hong Zhong. Walking "push, push, push" him, even the young man can't catch up with him.

A pink color appears in the western sky, which is redder and more delicate than the fat doll's face. The sun is the most

red around, so charming. The red color spread in all directions, covering half of the sky, and gradually faded from layer to layer until it turned gray. Soft, transparent, clear and

moist air is floating in the sky. Write it like this. 4. The composition describing the details of the characters

Smelly-footed fairy

I don't know when my father became more and more unsanitary, especially his feet. It stinks and is daunting!

This evening, I was doing my homework, and my father was lying in bed reading the newspaper leisurely. He also took off his socks, crossed his legs and put one foot on the quilt, looking carefree. After a while, suddenly I felt a stench coming from the room. What was it? I searched everywhere and finally found that it was from my father's feet, so I said to my father, "Dad, can you read the newspaper in the living room?" Your feet are so smelly that I can't do my homework. " Hearing this, my father didn't go to the living room, but smiled and said to me, "Smelly? It's impossible. I just washed it clean. Don't believe you smell it, it still smells of soap! " With that, he put his smelly feet in my face. I felt that the smell was unbearable, so I held my nose in my father's smug laughter and ran away.

I ran into the living room and asked my mother for help. After listening to me explain my purpose, my mother came to the bedroom. As soon as I entered the door, my mother said angrily to my father, "You should wash your feet quickly. Don't pedal on the quilt, or it will stink up the quilt. If you don't clean it, you won't go to bed tonight!" I am also busy echoing: "Yes!" I didn't expect my father to say disapprovingly, "How smelly it is? It smells old. I washed it n times. Smell it, how fragrant it is!" Then he cheekily stretched out his face to his mother. Every time I thought of my mother's sharp arrow-like eyes glaring at him, my father was so scared that he quickly shrank his smelly feet back and muttered, "It doesn't stink at all. Why didn't I smell it?" Mother heard this and said, "smell your socks yourself!" " Dad really did, carrying socks and smelling them hard, and there were some wrinkles on his forehead. But he is still like a cooked duck-his mouth is hard and he says, "It doesn't stink, it doesn't stink!" " And boasted: "You don't see who I am?" "Smelly feet, big fairy!" I quickly added. My mother and I burst out laughing, and my father smiled shyly, and quickly turned out of bed and washed his feet seriously.

hey, this "smelly foot fairy", I really hope you can talk about hygiene in the future and stop making big jokes. 5. Detail description composition

Speaking of winter, I suddenly think of tofu. It's a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot) with boiled tofu, which is hot. The water is rolling, like the eyes of many fish, and small pieces of tofu are kept in it, tender and smooth, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards. The pot is on the "foreign stove"

(kerosene does not inflate the stove), and the stove is smoked black, which shows the whiteness of tofu. It's night, and the house is old. Although

"foreign lights" are lit, it's still dark. Sitting around the table are my father and three of our brothers. The "foreign stove" is too high. My father

often stands up, tilts his face slightly, stares at his eyes, reaches into chopsticks from the dense heat, picks up tofu and puts them on our soy sauce plates one by one. We sometimes do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, and we always enjoy it. This

is not eating, just playing. Father said it was cold at night, so everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; As soon as I got on the table, I looked at the pot eagerly, waiting for the hot air, waiting for the tofu that fell from my father's chopsticks in the hot air.

It's winter again. I remember it's the night of November 16th in the lunar calendar, and I was sitting in the West Lake with Mr. S and Mr. P. Mr. S has just arrived in Hangzhou to teach, and wrote in advance saying, "We will visit the West Lake, whether it is winter." The moonlight was really good that night, and now I think it's like taking a picture of me. Originally, the night before was "the head of the month"; Maybe the moon in November is really something special. It was after nine o'clock, and it seemed that we were the only rowers on the lake. It's a little windy, and the moonlight shines with soft water waves; At that moment, the line reflected light, like a new silver coin. There are only faint shadows left on the mountains on the lake. Occasionally, there are one or two lights under the mountain. S Jun Kouzhan wrote two poems: "Count the stars and lights

to recognize the fishing village, and light the ink and lightly trace the distant traces." We don't talk much, only the sound of oars is even. I gradually fell asleep. P jun

gave a "hello" before he raised his eyelids and saw him smiling. The boatman asked if he wanted to go to Jingsi Temple. It's Amitabha's birthday, and the

side is quite lively. When I arrived at the temple, the lights and candles on the temple were brilliant, full of the voice of Buddha chanting, as if I had awakened a dream. This was more than ten years ago, and Mr. S still wrote frequently. Mr. P heard that it had changed several times. The year before last, he received special tax from a special tax bureau, and there was no news since.

After a winter in Taizhou, there are four people in the family. Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a big valley. There is only one street two miles long. On other roads, people are hardly seen during the day; It was dark at night. Occasionally, there is a little light in people's windows, and

there are torches held by pedestrians; But that's very few. We live at the foot of the mountain. Some are the wind in the pine forest on the mountain, and there are two birds in the sky. I went there in late summer and left in early spring, but it seemed that I was always living in winter; But even in winter,

it's not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road; Someone talking on the road can be clearly heard. However, because there are too few people walking

, sometimes there is a voice, which sounds like it was sent from a distant wind, but it is unexpectedly outside the window. As strangers, we often just sit at home except going to school. My wife is also used to that loneliness.