About 450 words of character description composition

1. A 450-word composition describing the characters. My two sisters came back, wearing a black trench coat and stepping on a pair of black leather shoes, which further set off her slender figure.

The long black shawl hair used to be dyed into the popular yellow today, showing the breath of urban women. When I stood in front of her, I felt more like an ugly duckling. Second sister also came here travel-stained. Before she reached the door, her two-year-old nephew Yangzi threw herself into her grandmother's arms and stared at the stranger.

"Xiaoji is much older," sighed her sister. Second sister smiled mischievously.

Second sister is old in the snow and has some black spots on her face. She was very fat before she got married, so she implemented many weight loss plans. For example, she drank a big bowl of soup before dinner and stood for an hour after dinner. Finally, she ate a lot of apples and tomatoes, but it was useless. After getting married, she became thinner. Today she wore a pink coat and an unclean white sweater, but it was too thin. Friends and relatives around the elder sister to be caring and attentive.

Everyone sighed with envy: "Your family is really good and has produced such a good college student." Then mother will lift up her overflowing face and smile proudly.

In fact, my sister is only a secondary school student, and she just got a superior job by virtue of her talent! Because of my sister's sense of superiority, this poor family has a proud capital. Big sister is like a red flower, and smiles more like a flower under the envy of everyone. People are used to admiring enchanting flowers and ignoring the green leaves under the red flowers.

Just like the second sister who stood silently in the corner, she paid a flower-like youth for this family. Who can read it? I still clearly remember that my family contracted a hill-like apple forest that year.

There are large tracts of flue-cured tobacco, red pepper, crisp white radish, cucumber and cauliflower flying all over the sky.

The scenery is beautiful, but it is hard for my second sister, who was only five years old that year. She dug her friends of the same age in the field for the Dragon Boat Festival prematurely, while my second sister stood under the apple tree and let her tears fall. The same youth, the same simplicity and innocence, but her youth is destined to be in dirt and dust. After a long time, his body will blend into the soil and his face will have the color of the sun. How can it be perfect? Mom said, "When the Apple Wheel Contract expires, I will buy my second sister a dream bike for her." .

After a few years, the elder sister found a job and the apple circle expired. Second sister also got a bicycle, just an old bicycle that kept clicking! Most people my second sister's age have gone out to explore the world.

Second sister also had a crush, but looking at her elderly parents and the dark land, she hesitated and chose to stay. In this way, the days passed and the flowers faded. NPC is old, it's time to get married, married and left, and her parents gave her enough dowry.

They felt a clear conscience. Second sister is like a flower in bud. Just as she was about to blossom, she suddenly got into a bug. Although she has blossomed, she doesn't have enough luster.

Second sister likes to wear skirts, but she never wears them. She has a snow-white skirt with concord and faint orchids on it, which is deeply pressed under her box. She said, "She may never have a chance to wear it again, because it is the lost youth." .

Now the elder sister lives a comfortable life in the bustling city, and the second sister lives on the meager income earned by her brother-in-law. Neighbors always say when they see me, "When you grow up, you should be like your sister, but don't.

"There is nothing wrong with flowers blooming and falling, but who can really read the figure standing quietly in the sunset in that field?

2. A 450-word composition describing the characters. He is the "king of songs" in our class, and all the students like to listen to his singing because his singing is very sweet.

He has a pair of bright eyes; The skin is white and red; Keep a flat head; It's cute to jump when walking; His crew cut always makes me want to take a picture; His expression when he sings is exaggerated. I remember one time, Teacher Zhang was in a bad mood, so we asked him to sing a song. He sang a "Good Han Song", which made us all laugh. Even Mr. Zhang, who was still angry just now, burst into laughter.

He never worries about his grades. After getting a few marks in every exam, he still spends his days in happiness, as if it were not his grades. That was last semester, but it is still deeply imprinted in my mind.

After that exam, the results came out. He won the first place in our class. Teacher Zhang came into the classroom angrily (because our class's grades were not very satisfactory). Our class sat quietly in the seat, waiting for Mr. Zhang to break into a furious rage, but he went into the teacher as usual and returned to his seat, as if everything in the class had nothing to do with him. Finally, Teacher Zhang didn't scold us. "Say that finish and left, and we all laughed (laughing at the scene where he just walked into the classroom).

He is the "king of songs" in our class-Yan.

Spring, bright spring and mild spring have come back and come to me again. You are always dancing gently in the mountains, so close and kind. People can't forget that intoxicating dream I wandered among the trees in search of charming spring scenery. I set foot in the mountains and valleys. I followed the mountain and went upstream. A trace of warm wind with poetry. It's always memorable It's not hard to imagine that green is around you. It's refreshing and I can't get tired of watching it. It represents the color of life and nature. After the long winter, the long-lost green has regained its brightness. When the cicada stopped in the Woods, it caught up with me. He sang The Story of Spring, thinking about the happiness of summer. There are many birds in harmony. Stepping on the soil is spring, full of the meaning of spring, becoming moist and energetic. There is a small clear spring flowing in the valley, which keeps flowing downwards, flows into my heart and moistens my heart. If I drink old wine that has been cellared for years, it will make me a little drunk. I look forward to the future as if heaven and earth were on my chest. I seem to be the mountain god in charge of the lush forest. I'm always a little proud when I think about it. The sly old tree didn't trip me. Although my knee is bruised; My hand was cut; The higher the mountain, the more difficult it is to breathe; Sweat drips like water. But they all died for the struggle. Fight against self and nature. Always set your eyes on the top of the mountain, the goal is there, the highest end of the mountain! They said, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water." Today, I walked around the room and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon! Springs are tinkling into life, and mountains and rivers are vast in my heart. This is the fun of spring outing! In summer, it is the rain that is raging; Autumn is full of yellow leaves; In winter, snow as white as goose feathers is raging one after another.

Only spring, the most incredible spring, like a raging flame, stirs up an eternal miracle of life, which is fascinating and dazzling. _ _ _ _ _ _ Inscription Sonso is always looking forward to spring in the monotonous winter.

I wish her grass would grow warblers, silk tapestries would blow across the embankment, her thousand trees and flowers would be like brocade and blue waves, and her orchids would be moist as crisp; I hope her spring scenery is full of flowers and red like rain. Now, spring has come.

Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people.

Spring warms the heart and spleen. "If you want to wet apricot flowers with clothes, you won't feel cold when you blow your face." Spring, fleeting, "Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, too hasty."

Therefore, "there are flowers that can be folded straight, so don't wait for the flowers to decline." In spring, the weather is cool and humid. "The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near."

In spring, the wine is full of fragrance. "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " Spring, entangled in dreams, "where did spring go?" Lonely, no road.

If anyone knows where spring went, ask him to come back and live with him. "... when spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.

Spring is definitely a canvas full of life. New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes.

There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment. So, I started walking in spring.

Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.

Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality. Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.

So, I began to wander in spring. Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow.

You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.

Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life. You see, every life has its specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information.

Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory.

Whether famous or not, whether born in a rich family or raised in barren sand, all, all things that germinate in spring have written an ode to life in their own unique way and with all their enthusiasm. This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.

The warm spring breeze is coming. It is like a naive and lively little girl, holding a colored magic pen and drawing happily everywhere.

Spring breeze flies over the earth, and the earth becomes a fresh picture: new buds emerge tenaciously on the vegetation stubble that people have harvested. Without artificial cultivation, they grow in the spring breeze.

The earth has turned green, setting off red, white, yellow and purple ... colorful wildflowers, how beautiful! When the spring breeze blows, the fresh smell of flowers and plants goes straight into people's hearts. No matter who it is, it will take a deep breath and be as happy as drinking nectar. How cool! After a storm comes a calm, the sun walks through the seven-color rainbow, and the radiant light shines on the earth in spring, and everything on the earth is full of vitality.

The grass on the ground, the thin leaves are wet, and the trees with green branches and leaves look green, as if they had just taken a bath. Birds are singing happily in the branches, which makes people feel comfortable; Little bees come out to collect honey. They fly from one bunch of flowers to another.

4. The composition describing the appearance of the characters is 400 words, my deskmate.

My deskmate is called Ni Jianwei. He has black hair, about an inch long. He has light eyebrows under his hair and big eyes under his eyebrows. His lips are slightly upturned and there are some wrinkles on his nose. When he laughed, he stared at his big eyes and looked as if he were laughing.

Ni Jianwei has many advantages and disadvantages. Advantages are helpful and love physical exercise, especially running. The disadvantage is that the action is too slow, and sometimes I like to hit people.

When Ni Jianwei was happy, his eyes narrowed into a crack. Originally, he was laughing instead of laughing, but now he smiles naturally and sometimes gives me something to eat.

Today is the mid-term exam. Of course, Ni Jianwei also has problems he can't do. He buried himself in writing for a while, then frowned when he encountered problems that he couldn't do, smiled on his face, held his head in his hand, looked like a little doctor, and sometimes yawned.

He's angry again. His big eyes, which are usually full of smiles, now emit two cold lights, which are aggressive, his teeth are creaking and his nose is panting, as if he were short of oxygen.

Ni Jianwei also likes to meddle. I haven't bought "100 moved the father of middle school students" until now, so he will come to talk about me. It's really annoying But he is very generous. Whenever I forget something, he always lends it to me.

5. Kneel for an essay describing the characteristics of the characters ~500 words Every morning at seven o'clock, familiar footsteps and loud door calls will always ring in the corridor. "Here comes the milk! Every time I hear this voice, I know it's the milkman, and I climb into bed to open the door. The milkman is an ordinary uncle in his fifties. His skin is so dark that I can tell at a glance that it is the result of years of sun exposure. Under his gray hair, there are a pair of small and intense eyes, but they are deeply left in my mind. Because his milk is thick and fragrant, many households on the floor have ordered milk. One of them is on the sixth floor, and the subscriber on the sixth floor is our home, which is 12 floor. It's exhausting to go up and down without taking anything, not to mention the round bottle. Everything was dressed in silver fashion, and the long and lonely winter came early. But whether it's windy or snowy, my uncle always comes to deliver milk. In the morning, it is still as cold as usual. The doorbell rang again. I want to sleep under the quilt, but I have to open the door. I slowly opened the door among the gangsters. When I opened it, I saw standing at the door as usual, smiling and wearing a black coat. It seems to catch mosquitoes, but it also looks energetic. I took the flowing bottle to my hand, but it fell heavily on the ground. I said to myself in disappointment, "Hey, today's milk flow is ruined! ""Uncle went over and said, "It doesn't matter. There is no charge for filling another bottle today. "I took the milk and thanked him. It's another morning when the cold wind is howling. He handed me the milk carefully. When I took the bottle, I found that his hands had been blown away by the ruthless cold wind, and his skin was wrinkled and wrinkled like the skin of an old pine tree. As he spoke, he pointed to the bottle: "Look, there is a layer of ice beads outside this bottle. If I wear gloves, the bottle will easily slip, and I am used to it. " When he left, I gently put my parents' black gloves in his box. Another morning, "Here comes the milk!" When I called the door, I saw those hands with black gloves and the other person was smiling. Of course, I am also smiling happily in my heart.

6. My classmate's character and appearance description composition is 400 words.

Look at her dark face, revealing an indomitable character, with a pair of glass ball-like eyes shining under her thick black eyebrows, carefully observing her opponent's every move, alert and flexible. The uneven outline outlines her unremitting pursuit of table tennis. Although she is short and not strong, she is still crazy about sports. Just like her shocking name-Thunderstorm Point, the thunder keeps coming!

Her opponent is now classmate Q. She lifts the table tennis board without weakness, shrugs habitually, twists her neck, squats professionally, raises her head slightly, reveals daunting eyes, and smiles and says softly, "Serve!" The yellow ball shot at her quickly, and she bent down without hesitation, waved her arm and hit it back with a bang. Who knows, the opponent is not to be outdone, and it is a direct shot. She frowned warily, stepped back with her left foot and gave the ball a hard push with her right hand, never leaving the ball for a moment. The opponent directly "killed the ball", which made her hard to prevent and lost a goal!

"Damn it!" She gritted her teeth, reached for the towel, wiped her sweat and threw it back.

"Boy, not bad!" She clenched the board, gently threw the ball into the air and lifted it at lightning speed, leaving two crunches. The opponent is a capable person and difficult to deal with. Time has passed for a long time, and there is no winner. She is a little worried that the yellow ball is like a small flame, which makes people panic. Although she flashed left and right, her opponent did not move.

She was annoyed and the sweat on her forehead was burning. She roared, her eyebrows sweated together, and the ball "brushed" and hit the opponent's key, and the opponent staggered back. Suddenly lost a goal!

7. The composition describes the characteristics of the characters, with 450 words. On a morning in the middle of winter, the weather was very cold.

In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit.

I tried to lift my feet, but my boots were stuffed with lime. "I can't wear it." I resolutely took off my boots and prepared to let my mother wash them for me. Another thought: My mother will criticize me.

Finally, I came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone. I hid my boots under the door until it was warm. The next day, the weather was a little warmer, so I went to wash my boots.

But there are no traces of boots under the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere.

No sooner had I found the back door than I heard the familiar sound of "wooshing, wooshing, wooshing". Isn't that the sound of mom's hands working? I followed the sound. In the yard, I found my mother who was washing my boots.

Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was very cold, there were still a few glittering and translucent beads of sweat slipping from my mother's cheek. I walked up to her, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it."

Mother said with concern, "Zhen Zhen, I'll wash it." I never promised, but she has taken her boots and brushes.

Finally, mother washed it. After washing, she carefully dried her boots. Tears blurred my eyes when I put them back on.

8. Don't copy the 500-word composition about character description. Please look at the compositions in other books and help the powerful elder sister. My sister was a genius when she was a child, but she became a talent when she grew up.

I Gaga admire her! I have lived with her under the same roof for more than 20 years, but I have to admit that the gap between us is so big! I also have to doubt the truth of what she said to me in a very secret way when I was a child. She said, "Do you know that you were carried out of the toilet by our mother!" " "I'm five and a half years younger than my sister. Let's round it to six years old.

I came to this world with my grandmother's grandson index. People say that we were not born of the same mother.

My sister was naughty when I was a child, but I was very quiet and gentle, always snuggling up to the nanny like a tail. It is said that the nanny is a little too rich, which is not in line with the economic strength of our family 20 years ago.

In fact, it is because we are not grandchildren (how awkward) that grandparents don't want to see us and have to find someone to take care of us. My sister and I were sent out when my mother went to work after maternity leave. Poor us as babies.

In this way, I grew up like a dog! However, the nanny and aunt are very good, and our two families have lived in harmony for decades. In the six years before I was born, my sister spent all her time at my nanny's aunt's house.

It often takes my mother half an hour to find her when she picks her up from work, which is often the case. Either just climbed down from the roof or just climbed out of the puddle.

In a blink of an eye, I came to this miserable world. According to reliable sources, my 6-year-old sister ate six white-flour steamed buns in one breath that day (it is impossible to verify the size of the steamed buns).

After eating six steamed buns, my sister trotted to the nanny's aunt's house with a bulging stomach, touched her stomach and proudly announced, "My mother gave birth to a little sister for me. Can be beautiful, the head is like a big sweet potato! " Two months later, I took her class to the nanny's aunt's house, and she was laid off and went home.

Mother brought Sister Lin from my second uncle's house for company. This is so funny. These two 6-year-old girls saw that my mother's front foot had just left, and her back foot began to open at home! At that time, everyone's monthly supply of white flour was limited, so the two of them went to a good place, poured all the white flour that the family had eaten for a month into a basin, mixed it with water, and then began to roll so-called cakes.

When I was rolling, I suddenly heard the voice of my mother coming home from work. In desperation, I hid all the cakes in the water tank. As soon as my mother saw them standing there blindfolded and waiting for a while, she understood everything.

But I have to cook for the old sow at noon, so I don't have time to give these two tit-for-tat ideological and political lessons! So my mother let them stand in the yard with an empty basin on their heads and bask in the sun. But they are not only unrepentant, but also smirking.

My mother put several big potatoes in their top pots respectively, and they were finally honest. One day, as soon as my mother came home from work, she saw aunt Cao, a neighbor, looking around in a panic and stopped my mother, just like a spy.

Aunt Cao dragged my mother into the corner and reported such a thing in a low voice: "I was taking a nap at home in the afternoon and was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. My first reaction was an earthquake, so I jumped up and ran outside. I found it was your Xiaoming when I went out, but I didn't see it clearly. This scared me, my heart jumped! Guess what, Xiaoming is running barefoot on the roof! Oh, the tiles on the house rattled, and broken tiles fell from where I ran ... "Finally, I didn't forget to say," Don't say I told you, or Xiaoming will come to get even with me. "

Say that finish quickly squeezed through the door and slammed the door. It seems that my 6-year-old sister is going to get back at her soon.

I don't have the heart to ask the next details, so I guess there will always be a beating. What's more talented is that beans are planted in our yard, and tomatoes are planted in our neighbor's yard besides beans.

She was jealous of other people's red tomatoes, so she sneaked over and picked one. When I came back, I tied the tomatoes to our own bean stand with a rope like a wounded man.

After mom got off work, my sister happily pulled her to the bean stand and pointed to her masterpiece and proudly said to my mom, "Mom, look, our beans also received tomatoes!" " "I heard that my sister was the lead singer of the school choir when she was in elementary school, and she was also a' story king'. I also heard that she has a good eloquence and a high level of speech. You can be affectionate and tearful.

But I heard all this, and as long as I can remember, all her talents suddenly disappeared. It's a pity that there is no chance to learn and have a quick look! In fact, my sister has a good heart and belongs to a typical knife mouth and tofu heart.

Her greatest weakness is her bad temper, not just her bad temper. When a person is immersed in a fire, she can "spontaneously ignite" at any time without using a convex lens to concentrate light.

I have been afraid of one person since I was a child, that is, my sister! She is very kind to me. She can save delicious food from her mouth and bring it to me when she comes home from work. But when I was a child, I really suffered a lot.

What I remember most is what happened during the winter vacation: every noon, my mother let us take a nap, but as soon as my mother went out to work, my sister immediately pulled me up. Then take out a piece of plastic cloth with flowers from the depths of the cabinet.

She saved money to buy it herself, to decorate our iron bed! She asked me to help see how to lay the most beautiful one. So let me hold my left hand for a while, let me hold my right hand for a while, and I will be angry within 5 minutes, and then I will endure the pain of flesh and blood.

Usually hit me on the head with a water scoop! I struggled with the flower plastic sheet all winter vacation, but I never satisfied my sister. During that time, I gnashed my teeth at the plastic sheets.

Later, I was allergic to plastic sheets, and the symptom was crazy sneezing.

9. Composition describing the appearance of characters 400 words Mother's hands are in the world of hands, there are industrious hands, lazy hands, rich hands and dexterous hands. However, I wrote about my mother's hardworking hands.

Her hands are not that big. Long-term labor has made the cocoon skin climb on her fingers, and a layer of light black skin has grown on the back of her hand. When the cock crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast.

Near noon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking lunch. In the afternoon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking dinner.

At night, when the moon is high, my mother's hands are working again: busy washing clothes. In short, my mother's hands have been working.

Mother's hands are hardworking and full of maternal love. I remember a cold winter afternoon.

I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework. It was late at night, and the weather became colder. My hands are shaking, I dare not write, for fear that I can't do my homework well.

At this time, my mother came up to me and said with concern, "Is it cold?" I gently clamped my hand in hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm.

With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously. I remember another morning in the middle of winter, and it was very cold.

In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit.

I tried to lift my feet, but my boots were stuffed with lime. "I can't wear it." I resolutely took off my boots and prepared to let my mother wash them for me. Another thought: My mother will criticize me.

Finally, I came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone. I hid my boots under the door until it was warm. The next day, the weather was a little warmer, so I went to wash my boots.

But there are no traces of boots under the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere.

No sooner had I found the back door than I heard the familiar sound of "wooshing, wooshing, wooshing". Isn't that the sound of mom's hands working? I followed the sound. In the yard, I found my mother who was washing my boots.

Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was very cold, there were still a few glittering and translucent beads of sweat slipping from my mother's cheek. I walked up to her, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it."

Mother said with concern, "Zhen Zhen, I'll wash it." I never promised, but she has taken her boots and brushes.

Finally, mother washed it. After washing, she carefully dried her boots. Tears blurred my eyes when I put them back on.

Ah! I want to praise, praise mother's hand, but also praise you-mother.

10. My favorite character composition is 450 words. She has enviable long hair, which falls over her shoulders like a waterfall, and her eyes are as thorough as jewels, shining with beautiful and kind light. He is amiable and approachable, always like the morning sun, which makes people want to be close. She is our head teacher, Miss Li.

I remember when I first transferred to this school, I felt very lonely in this strange environment. I don't like to talk in class, so I'm timid and unwilling to communicate with my classmates. It was Miss Li who gave me courage and confidence. When I answer questions in class, the teacher will look at me with encouraging eyes, and when I answer questions, the teacher will encourage me with praise. Slowly, with the teacher's care and encouragement, I became confident and bold, and I also liked this strange school.