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Write a composition that highlights the character in the form of dialogue. 400 words urgent! Sweetness is an unforgettable taste. I remember crying and eating sugar and sweet things every day when I was a child. When I grow up, I go to school. Although I don't eat sweet things every day, my heart is still sweet, as if I had eaten honey. Because at school, I remember when I first entered the campus, a sweet smell came to my face and my heart was sweet. When I walked into the classroom, I was very casual. I don't know many people, so I play by myself. Later, a classmate took the initiative to play with me, and I felt sweet again. After school, the teacher said kindly, "Now everyone has gone home. Remember, don't be naughty and go home, okay?" "I see, goodbye teacher." Everyone answered with one voice. I feel sweet again. After two years, the head teacher of our class changed. The new head teacher is very kind to the students and the teacher is very busy. He used to teach math and Chinese. I see him correcting homework almost every time after class. The teacher has made great contributions to us, and we have no return. Thought of this, the in the mind feel a burst of sweetness. In a blink of an eye, my heart is full of nostalgia. Occasionally, I will visit some places in the school and recall what happened there. Every time I step onto the flag-raising platform, I will think of the oath I made under the national flag when I first joined the Young Pioneers. When my brothers and sisters put on bright red scarves for me, I became a young pioneer. When I walked to the edge of the stage, I remembered the scene of the first performance. It took me six years, and I didn't know how to cherish it before. Teacher. The environment gave me a sweet taste and made me grow up in sweetness. I should repay you well. The best reward should be my best achievement! So I'm going to refuel! I want to work hard!

grandpa

My grandfather is an eccentric person, and no one can understand his character. It's not entirely true that he is cold. Sometimes he is also very hospitable. It is wrong to say that he is enthusiastic. He is as cold as an iceberg that has accumulated snow for thousands of years. He shuts himself in and doesn't like to communicate with others. It is wrong to say that he has no patience. He is still very polite. When he meets his old friends, he always says hello. When the company calls to say that he sent something for him to pick up, he never forgets to say "thank you". But suppose he's polite. It's impossible. Is it polite for people like grandpa to call names and touch grandma for a little thing? It is basically true that grandpa is stubborn, but how to explain his enthusiasm and politeness?

However, stubbornness is the most common in my grandfather. Don't believe me, look!

Dad was eating porridge and fermented milk last night. Just after eating 1 piece, he found a bug on the fermented bottle, so he asked his mother to come and have a look. My mother said it was a vegetable bug and was about to pour this bottle of fermented milk. At this time, grandpa took the bottle of milk back from his mother and said, "The bugs are outside, not inside. Why throw it away? " I was surprised: "Grandpa, how do you know this bug is outside, not inside?" Grandpa: "This is vacuum packaging. How do bugs get in? " ? If there were bugs when it was made, there would be no air in it, and the bugs would have died long ago. "Oh, my emperor Lao tze, this is the so-called vacuum packaging? But it doesn't look like vacuum packaging to me. So we listened to the advice of the East and the West, and even grandma, who was the most frugal during the day, advised grandpa to rot this bottle of milk. But grandpa won't insist on doing right and wrong. Grandpa first pours the milk into a big bowl, and then puts on reading glasses. As a result, he looked at it and was not clear. He went to look for a magnifying glass. This is what grandma casually said: "Look at the rotten milk piece by piece and put it into the bottle piece by piece. Isn't it okay? "who knows that grandpa took grandma's words seriously and did it piece by piece, alas, just for this two or three dollars. ...

My grandfather is a stubborn and eccentric person. He never accepts any opinions from others.

Alas, my grandfather ...

The Monkey King in Journey to the West, also known as Monkey King and Monkey King. It is a stone monkey cultivated by the Lingshi of Huaguoshan, Ole Dongsheng, Shenzhou. It occupied Guo Huashan for three or five hundred years. After eight or nine years, I learned seventy-two changes in Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai, Hezhou and Niu after wading through mountains and rivers and worshiping Bodhi as my teacher. Since then, the Monkey King made a scene in the Heavenly Palace, claiming to be the Great Sage of Monkey, and was suppressed by the Tathagata at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, unable to move. Five hundred years later, the Tang Priest went to the Western Heaven to learn Buddhist scriptures, passed by Wuxing Mountain, and broke the spell before he saved the Monkey King. The Monkey King was so grateful that, at the instigation of Guanyin Bodhisattva, he worshipped the Tang Priest as a teacher and went to the Western Heaven to learn Buddhist scriptures. On the way to learn the scriptures, the Monkey King exorcised demons and made many achievements. However, he was misunderstood and expelled again and again by Tang Priest and his disciples. Finally, the four of them arrived at the Buddhist Leiyin Temple and got the true scriptures. The Monkey King's cultivation was successful, and the seal fight defeated the Buddha. The Monkey King is smart, lively, brave, loyal and fierce, which has become the embodiment of wisdom and courage in China culture. In a little boy's China, the Monkey King could easily become his idol.

Tang Priest, the Tang Priest in the novel is a fictional character, which is different from the real character Master Xuanzang in history. The Tang Priest in the novel, commonly known as Chen and posthumous title, was named Xuanzang. He is a posthumous child. He became a monk and grew up in a temple. Due to the tragic and bizarre experiences of his parents, he finally moved to a famous temple in Beijing to settle down and practice. Tang Priest is studious and highly savvy, and stands out among the monks in the temple. Finally, he was selected by the emperor of the Tang Dynasty and went to the Western Heaven to learn from the scriptures. On the way to learn Buddhist scriptures, the Tang Priest successively surrendered three disciples, the Monkey King, Pig Bajie and Friar Sand. Master Xuanzang, named Sanzang, has a common surname of Chen. It turns out that the golden cicada was reincarnated before the Buddha. Becoming a monk in biochemical temple.

It is an inch of time and an inch of gold to compile short stories and highlight the composition of characters. In a blink of an eye, I have unconsciously passed nearly 1 1 spring and autumn, and spent countless inches of time ... Many unforgettable things happened during my growth, just like seashells by the sea. Colorful and varied, but what makes me feel the most beautiful is the bud. That's what you did in ignorance. ...

My sister came to my house in the summer vacation of freshman year. Mom just bought a bunch of oranges. I took two big yellow oranges, one for me and one for my sister. I said, "How delicious is it?" My sister nodded and said, "It's delicious but not as delicious as you." We all laughed. But who knows, I accidentally ate the seeds in my stomach. Sister, watch and see. Pretending not to see it, she said solemnly, "Eat oranges instead of seeds. If you eat it, it will take root and sprout in your stomach and finally bear fruit. " I broke out in a cold sweat after listening to it. As long as I think about taking root in my stomach all afternoon ... I'm afraid. You will definitely want to tell your parents, but you are afraid that they will worry. My heart is restless and I can't stop beating.

At night, I finally fell asleep. But I had a strange dream. I had a bud on my head. My classmates stopped playing with me when they saw me. The teacher hates me and even my parents don't want me. I was lonely, no one noticed me ... I sat up and cried. My mother was awakened by me because of the noise. I rushed over and asked, "What's the matter?" Mom, I have a little bud on my head. You don't want me. Mother said, "silly child, you have a little bud there." I told my mother the truth in detail. Mother smiled and then said to me, "it takes air and soil to grow things ... is it?" ? Your sister is teasing you. You've been cheated! That's when I realized. Sister, wait for me, and I'll fool you next time.

How's it going? This is very interesting. In fact, my growth experience is like a photo recording my growth. Everything in the photo is reflected in my mind and I will never forget it. In fact, growing up is full of happiness, like a sweet toffee. Gently lick the sweetness lingering around the corners of the mouth, let us relive this beautiful happiness; In fact, the experience of growing up is full of troubles, just like a cup of bitter coffee. Looking back on the bitterness left in our mouths, let's look back on the immaturity of childhood.

This is what I remember most clearly from my childhood. It is the most beautiful shell, the most dazzling star, the sweetest candy, the most beautiful photo and the sweetest coffee. Growing memory is the most beautiful part of life.

I want an article that can highlight the character, focusing on psychological description. There is an article written by a famous foreign writer, the name of which I forget.

It's a short story about two good friends reunited after about 10 years, but after 10 years, one became a policeman and the other became a robber, and finally the police arrested the robber.

Write a 500-word composition, highlighting the character, brother or sister. My brother can be called "Monkey King" at home, and he often makes trouble at home.

My brother loves to watch movies, and sometimes he forgets himself, so he can't even eat. He wants to be on TV. In order not to let us change the channel, he often puts away the remote control, and sometimes he can't find his position. He is as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Seeing his confused appearance, we were angry and funny.

Once, I was washing my hair in the bathroom, and my brother turned off the light in the bathroom. It was dark around, as if the darkness had swallowed me up. How terrible! At my command, my brother turned on the light obediently. My brother likes to massage his parents' feet. He always makes them happy. It seems that he is still an "apple polisher"!

That day, I was idle and saw my brother playing computer. I flew over at once. My brother saw me coming and asked, "Sister, do you play computer or not?" I said, "play". So he gave me his computer and ran out to play with friends.

Every time my parents buy delicious food, he lets me choose first, and then he chooses me to choose the rest. Because of this, he was praised by many parents!

Dad always says that his brother is his idol and his son is his father's idol, which sounds a bit ridiculous. Almost all the garbage in my house is dumped by my brother. As far as I know, my brother is also very diligent.

This is my brother, sometimes naughty, sometimes clever, sometimes sensible, and sometimes annoying. I really can't figure out his character.

Excerpt 150 words that highlight the character in narrative composition. This is a girl in her early twenties, with a round face, slender eyebrows and rough and warm eyes; Always laugh before you speak, and language is also smiling, just like singing. When walking, she puts her weight on her toes, always like jumping and flying. You can see at first sight that she is a pure and happy girl. Strangely, her simple dress is not commensurate with her personality, and it is also very different from those diaosi girls who love beauty: blue cotton-padded jacket, black tweed coat, grass-green trousers, white scarf around her neck and black wool with braids.

My sister is eighteen or nineteen. Because of running and anxiety, sweat oozed from the round face, like a ripe apple stained with dew. Her eyes are as bright as black gems, shining with intelligence, cleverness, liveliness and perseverance; Exposing long eyelashes, like the dense forest next to Bihu Lake, gives people a deep and mysterious feeling.

How to write someone's composition I admire to highlight the character: first of all, why does he deserve your appreciation? There must be a reason why he deserves your admiration.

Secondly, what kind of person is he at ordinary times? (Highlight the theme from the side of life)

This is probably ...

In the bustling crowd around me, there are parents who love me, classmates who have classes together every day, and hard-working teachers ... Among them, a stranger left a deep impression on me-sanitation workers. Last winter, the sea salt weather after the cold snap was extremely cold. Go to school in the morning and arrive at Qiyuan Road. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and I couldn't help saying, "Wow, it's so cold!" " "I looked up and suddenly saw a middle-aged woman wearing an orange sanitation suit sitting on a stone pillar next to Qiyuan Road. She is of medium height, with a ponytail, her hair hanging from her forehead looks a little messy, her dark face is engraved with several wrinkles prematurely, and her purple lips are chapped. She is holding an old enamel cup in her left hand and a pair of bamboo chopsticks in her right hand, eating a cold breakfast in the cold wind, and a garbage sweeper is parked next to her. It is so cold, how can she eat in the cold wind? I asked my aunt curiously, "Aunt, aren't you cold?" Aunt smiled and said, "it's not cold, we are used to it." "In a simple conversation, I learned that she is a worker at Haiyan Environmental Sanitation Center. For the cleanliness of the city, they go to work at 4 am every day, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind, frost, rain and snow. When people are still sleeping soundly in sweet dreams, they are already sweeping the streets. With the sound of "shua shua", they are quietly working hard for the civilization of sea salt. I looked at her hands full of frozen cracks, and suddenly I felt a kind of excitement, ah! What would sea salt look like without their dedication without regrets? Whenever the morning sun rises and the city resumes a new day, who will think of the hard work of these urban beauticians? Some people may think that sanitation work is vulgar and look down on them, but I think they are great and worthy of respect because they have a kind, simple and hardworking heart. Thinking of this, I can't help but say to my aunt emotionally: "Aunt, you have worked hard! " "