There are 500 sentences describing characters' demeanor and scenery. Emergency, emergency, emergency, emergency

1, a group of Dai girls came, carrying small spinning wheels on their shoulders and small lanterns in their hands, and their tight skirts swayed in the wind. Their figure is so slim, their steps are so light and their manners are so generous, as if a group of beautiful fairies descended from the sky.

Seeing people sliding around on the skating rink, my heart moved and I quickly put on my skates. The first few steps, some cold and cheerless, turned a few laps and returned to normal. I slide forward again, turn left, turn right, suddenly stop, slide back ... a child about my age, like the first time I entered the skating rink, stumbled and stumbled; Swing, squat.

There is an old woman at the crossroads, with a slight hunchback and a fat figure, struggling to walk on the empty road with an umbrella. The wind came at me with heavy rain. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, stepped back half a step and staggered forward.

It snowed at noon, so I can't go home for dinner. Just as I was about to do my homework, suddenly a delicious steamed stuffed bun was stuffed into my mouth. I turned around and saw Xiao Ming winking at me playfully.

Ning Jiayin ran to the overhead crossbar, stepped on the ground again, swung his arms violently and flew over the crossbar like a swallow.

6. He put the melon seeds in his mouth while cooking and bit them into a grid. However, when he bit them, he couldn't do it correctly. He soaked all the shells of melon seeds with saliva, and when he peeled them in his hand, he slipped around, unable to start, and finally fell to the ground, nowhere to be found. He swallowed a mouthful of empty saliva and chose another bite to bite. This time, he was very careful when peeling. He displayed the bitten melon seeds on the dining table in the cabin, lowered his head and peeled them carefully, as if he were repairing the clock. After about a minute or two, I finally peeled some melon seeds and stuffed them into my mouth to eat.

A look of despair

He was as desperate as falling into a bottomless pool.

General despair flooded into my heart like a frenzy, making me cold all over.

He leaned against the door frame of the living room as if he had been knocked unconscious by a hammer.

◆ Thinking of expression

He wanted to be quiet for a while, but he couldn't be quiet anyway.

There are seventy or eighty windmills turning in his heart.

He always walks with his hands behind his back and his head down, and his expression seems to be thinking about the future and destiny of all mankind.

◆ Concentrated expression

When he came to him, his eyes were like rusty locks, and he couldn't turn any more.

The audience's eyes, like the beams of countless searchlights, are closely chasing the Wushu athletes who are performing.

Dad stared at my "three good awards" and stood there lost in thought, as if looking at a priceless treasure.

◆ Serious expression

His expression and voice are as serious as an order to stand at attention during a military parade.

At this point, my uncle's face is very serious, just like pig iron.

His face suddenly pulled down, as tight as a paste.

◆ Shy expression

Her face was as red as a ripe persimmon, and she bowed her head and dared not look at me again.

Her face flushed as if she had done something immoral.

She is a person who doesn't boast. At this moment, she blushed like couplets on the wall.

◆ Expressed frustration

This unexpected failure made the students wither like frosted leaves in an instant.

When the news of failure came, his heart was completely cold, just like being immersed in ice water.

He didn't go to college this time, and hung his head all day, just like eating popsicles in winter-it was cold to his heart.

◆ Disappointed expression

He was so disappointed that his tearful face was paler than a banana leaf beaten by frost.

Failure again and again, like a fire extinguisher, extinguished the fire of hope in my heart.

I suddenly felt a bitter sense of disappointment, which drowned all my expectations.

The old man has little meat and is as thin as an old osprey. However, the tanned face, short white beard are particularly energetic, and those deep-set eyes are particularly bright. It is rare to see such sharp and bright eyes, except on Baiyangdian Lake.

As cold as ice, it is daunting.

Lingling is less than two years old and chubby. On her little red face, there are a pair of watery eyes, braids sticking up in the air, and pink hair bands jumping on her head like two flying butterflies. What is particularly pleasing is her clever little mouth.

This is a skinny boy with good features. Especially those eyes bigger than ordinary people, shining with wisdom. He dragged his clogs, a shabby green uniform hanging down to his knees.

Xiaohong just sat facing the window, and the afternoon sun shone on her round face, making her cheeks more rosy; She holds her chin with a pen, her eyes are wide open, her bright eyes are swimming slowly, and her plump chin is slightly upturned-this is the expression that the math teacher is familiar with and loves whenever she thinks of a more ingenious way to solve a math problem.

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!

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.

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.

Flush with excitement

In the sunshine, I saw a little boy, short stature, with a dark red face and big eyes under heavy eyebrows. The left arm is wearing a red armband, and the word "on duty" is very conspicuous.

Grandpa has a bronzed face, eyes like two bells, and a wisp of goatee floating on his pointed chin. He is tall and has broad shoulders. Although he is over 70 years old, he can speak with a powerful voice like Hong Zhong. Even the young man can't keep up with him when he walks.

Grandpa is seventy-three years old. Usually, he is always cheerful when he meets people. A small black felt hat is often buckled on his bald head. Grandpa always walks with his hands behind his back. He is really a "big official". Grandpa is an old shoemaker, and the money he usually earns is spent on my brother and me. Grandpa's care and love for me will never be forgotten.

Grandpa has been retired for two years, with a thin skeleton and fishnet lines on his face. The gray hair on the top of the head seems to be wearing a small felt hat. When you laugh, your chin sticks up high, because there are few teeth in your mouth and your lips are deeply sunken.

A boy stuck to me as soon as I entered the garden gate. He is about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a red vest, blue shorts and a drooping belt. All dirty, like a small landowner. Hairy crew cut and small round white face remind me of dandelions. He wandered around in front of me like a moth on fire, craning his neck to look at my spotlight.

A fat old man in high spirits heard the dog barking and came out of the house. He is about sixty years old. His light brown hair is well maintained, but his beard is gray. This is Professor Blay.

Due to years of hard work, the back of grandpa's hand is as rough as the bark of an old pine tree, which has cracked a series of holes and grinded several thick calluses on his palm; Time has mercilessly carved deep wrinkles on his blushing face. His black hair and goatee have turned gray, only those eyes are still so radiant, although the corners of his eyes are covered with dense crow's feet ... I miss my grandfather.

Scenery:

When the sun just appeared, I walked along the river to the village. The faint and clear fog, the moist and moist smell of earth kept patting my face and getting into my nose.

The sun has turned to the top of the western hills. The bleak light shines on the blood in the snow and the vast Shan Ye. Shan Ye is white, and there are no traces of roads.

Soft, transparent, clear and moist air is floating in the sky.

Near dusk, the sun slowly got into the thin clouds and turned into a red ball. In the western sky, there is a kind of pink that is redder and more delicate than the face of a fat doll.

The setting sun seems to roll in the golden rosy clouds and then sink behind the gloomy horizon. The red fireball sparkled on Phnom Penh, bursting out with two or three fiery sparks, so the vague outline of the distant Woods suddenly emerged with continuous light blue lines.

On a summer night, the sky is full of shining stars, just like a galaxy paved with subdivided quicksand lying in the blue sky. The earth has fallen asleep.

In summer night, there were many mosquitoes, so I shook my cattail leaf fan and sat under the locust tree, looking at the blue sky through the dense leaves.

The dreamy sense of security on a summer night makes all creatures seem to want to let the Russians sleep. Although there are grasshoppers like Jin Lingzi's faint cries, their voices are so faint and far away, as if they were dreaming!

The grassland at night is so quiet and serene, only the gurgling sound of running water reminds you of this nature.

In the dead of night, listening to the pendulum swing indifferently and constantly. Night and sleep enveloped the earth, and all was silent.

The night is getting darker and darker, and villages, Woods, potholes and ditches all seem to fall into mysterious silence at once.

At night, the high blue sky is sparsely inlaid with gem-like stars, and the sky always shines like a ghost eye. The air is filled with the fresh breath of earth, fog and rice.

Clouds rose in Ran Ran, and through the gaps of thick green leaves, golden clouds sparkled, and wisps of transparent lavender and light yellow light were reflected in the Woods.

In the morning, I deeply breathe the fresh air full of mountains and valleys with frost, and feel energetic and full of strength. It seems that I have become an excellent hunter who can catch tigers in the mountains and wrap jiaozi in the water overnight.

Standing in this place, I saw the sun rise more than ten times, and every time a new world was born in front of me, full of novel beauty.

When the earth just woke up from dawn, clear laughter came from the solemn and cool orchard.

When the sun sets and the silver-gray twilight covers the grassland, you will see countless bright lights, which are herders burning copper pots to prepare dinner.

The undulating loess along the road rolled like waves. The sun was buried in the loess, and it was red. However, the sun is still burning strangely, turning their flesh purple and black, and it seems that they can still smell a burning smell.

In August in the south, the sun is like fire. At noon, the sun rolled up all the leaves. Cicada kept ringing, and the sound was very long, which added a layer of trouble to the sultry weather.

The joy of birds has given way to other corners. Some small beetles, who love to fly around in the morning breeze, are running around uneasily.

Dense leaves wriggle slightly on the spreading branches, but they can't cover up the fruits. You can see the dew shining occasionally in that bush, just like the dazzling stars in a foggy night.

The fresh air makes the earth vast and infinite. Everything is far away, calling people to the blue edge of the earth.

In the middle of the night after autumn, the moon goes down and the sun hasn't come out yet, leaving only a blue sky; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night.

One autumn night, the sky in Gao Lu was thick, and a crescent moon hung quietly on the southwest horizon. The cold moon shines on the earth, so dark, but the stars in the galaxy are getting brighter and brighter.

The sun is the reddest around, so charming. Red spreads around, covering half the sky, and gradually fades from layer to layer until it turns gray.

1 spring is really comfortable, and the scenery in spring is really beautiful!

This spring has given people new life and new hope. I like this beautiful spring.

Near, near, I heard the footsteps of spring, and everyone was reporting the arrival of spring. My whole heart floated out, floating on bright flowers and oily green grass.

The spring rain continued, sprinkled on the buttonwood tree in the yard. sasha vujacic gently plucked the strings like a musician, and quietly swallowed mulberry leaves like a silkworm baby. ...

5 oh! Spring rain, it turned out that you came to the earth with the spring girl, which filled the earth with vitality and fresh breath. Your dexterous hands touch people's heartstrings and draw people's beautiful hopes.

1) Spring is coming! Look, the melting ice water woke up the stream. "Ding Dong Ding Dong", like a magical singer of nature, is singing crisp and sweet songs and rushing forward. ...

2) The willows spread their yellow-green branches and leaves, swaying gently in the slight spring breeze, as if groups of fairies dressed in green were dancing. Peach trees sandwiched between willows also have bright flowers, green Liuhonghua, which is really beautiful!

3) Every spring, kapok as red as fire, peony as pink as chardonnay and Chinese rose as white as jade are in full bloom. Some are in bud, some are in bud, and some are in full bloom. Wave after wave of exciting flowers attracted many small bees, humming and dancing.

4) The tender buds on the branches of Chinese fir are already quite tender, reflecting the bright sky. Do you think spring can be far behind?

5) Even if you miss the delicate daffodils in the water, don't forget that in the lonely corner of the valley, wild lilies also have spring …

The pale blue goose returned to the lake and lay quietly surrounded by green, just like a blue gem embedded in natural emeralds.

The wind caressed the crops, sometimes bent and sometimes lifted, as if the earth was breathing rhythmically, and the mature wheat was full of vitality. Where does the wind come from? There is a whisper among the wheat ears.

I keep my mouth shut, but the wind is like a powerful hand, choking my breath and forcing me to open my mouth from time to time. At this time, it will also raise a handful of dirt into my mouth, similar to a naughty child.

The spring breeze in February, warm and humid during the day, blows on the face, but it is a bit like the smell of cotton tidbits blowing on the face; But at night, especially late at night, it's a bit like scissors. The night wind fluttered on the beach, and the willow trees on the beach danced hard with her tender and oily branches like drunk.

The wind is coming. First of all, a gentle breeze blew from the northwest beach, gently rolled up Nightcrawler's skirt and teased the dead leaves on the road. There was a slight rustle in the wilderness. After a while, the wind was very strong, and the sorghum on the roadside swayed wildly, and the dead branches on the trees fell off one after another. A terrible howl came from the distant wilderness and the clouds became deeper. The rumbling thunder seems to have rushed out of the heavy encirclement of dark clouds, and it is like an explosion, rolling in from the northwest.

Summer evening. Waves of gentle little north wind floated from Wanda Valley and swept Mudanjiang, blowing the fragrance in the orchard, the coolness on the river and the slightest waves into Longquan Town, Jiang Nanan. Gradually, the heat and noise in the town subsided. Poplars and weeping willows on the roadside, lilacs and begonia in the yard, all woke up from the drowsiness in the hot summer. The breeze rustled among the green leaves and the flowers floated quietly under the eaves. Everything is pleasant and quiet. The whole town lined up along the river, like a giant lying on his back, is using all its body and mind to feel the elegance of the evening breeze and enjoy the faint fragrance and moist coolness in the wind.

The May breeze, with the fragrance of roadside Sophora japonica, gently blows the cheeks and temples of passers-by, blows people's hearts and gently soothes them, just like the hands of a loving mother.

The wind is gentle, often because it blows from a forest full of flowers, bringing fragrance from afar, attaching to a moist vapor breath, rubbing your face and gently surrounding your shoulders and waist. This simple breathing is endless pleasure. ...

The mountain wind rolled pine trees, like the tide of the ocean, with a frightening sound, rolling from the lotus land in the distance, blowing cliffs and trees in waves, knocking on the partition wall and knocking on the door, making a terrible sound. Sometimes I give a shrill cry, just like a monster cruising outside the mountain.

The wind in Lushan Mountain naturally has no ash or dust. It caresses the skin of pedestrians, neither too hot nor too cold, a little cold, always like the autumn wind in the north. Especially when people walk in the forest, they can feel its softness, cleanliness, refreshing, refreshing and combing people's souls.

What a strong wind!

Just like a crazy man who lost his mind, he ran around in this wide yard. It sometimes rolls up the broken leaves of firewood on the ground, throws them east and west, flies high in the air and pushes them into the corner.

The old elm tree in front of the window was shaken by the wind, and the branches swept through the eaves, making a swish sound.

The beauty of autumn is mature-it is not as shy as spring, so open in summer and so introverted in winter.

The beauty of autumn is rational-it is not as charming as spring, so hot in summer and so subtle in winter.

Autumn, harvest season, golden season-as lovely as spring, as enthusiastic as summer, as charming as winter.

The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, the autumn wind in Dongxiang is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are elegant and melodious.