A 500-word detailed description composition fragment

1.500 words describe in detail that last summer vacation, I stayed at my grandfather's house temporarily, and it was almost noon 12. My cousin and I came back from outside and found everyone asleep when our stomachs were growling. Everyone in my grandfather's family has the habit of taking a nap. I can't bear to wake them up except my cousin.

So at this time, I suddenly came up with a good idea: cooking by myself.

However, there is still a question before me: what should I do? Let me see, well, let's make the simplest egg fight!

At this time, my cousin went out to get the book again and pushed the task to me. I want to be her.

Cousin, I am very hungry. If I am urged to hurry, I can't help it.

First of all, get all the raw materials ready and start working! Dice the ham sausage and put it on a small plate; After breaking three eggs, put the yolk and egg white in a small dish and mix well; Then soak the green beans in a small bowl: fried rice (fortunately, my mother taught me a few tricks, otherwise I can only eat "ham and sausage mixed with cold rice" today). All right, get to the point.

By this time, I had put the oil into the pot and heated it, making a crackling sound. I poured a little oil into the pot and it smelled good. Then I put down the ham sausage and green beans and fried them for a few minutes. A fragrance floated to my cousin's side, and then I poured a little oil. This is a terrible release. All the spilled oil stars fell on my arm. I'll fire the leftovers.

I hope this will be great! So I took a bite. Honey, come on, I haven't added salt yet! So he quickly added salt. Then turn off the fire. Happy ... finally finished!

Although I was tired and hurt, I finally had my first meal. Although it is not very delicious, I believe that with this experience, I will do better next time!

Maybe less than 500 words.

2. The composition described in detail is "In the Night" with 500 words, so it is silvery white everywhere in the quiet and soft moonlight; Night, so deep, my father's snoring echoed all night like a moving moonlight song. Looking at my sleeping father's face, my thoughts floated to the sacred night sky. ...

When I was a child, I was always proud of having such a father, because he could tell many beautiful stories and pinch many beautiful animals. Every day after school, I ride on my father's shoulder and shake my head like a triumphant little general. The envious eyes of my classmates made me fall in love with my father deeply.

But with the passage of time and the growth of age, this feeling gradually fades, replaced by vague inferiority and sadness. The idea originated from filling out file forms in middle school. When other students are writing in the column of "father"-factory director, manager and engineer, I can only write "farming" timidly. When I handed in my watch, I held it tightly in my hand for fear that others would see me smile. Ah, father, why don't you be a factory director, manager and engineer? ...

When the weather turned cold, my father said with concern, "It's cold, so put on more clothes." "Oh, I see." I answered casually. Suddenly looked up, my father's old face and concerned eyes caught my eye. My heart trembled slightly. ...

The night is still so deep and silent; The moon is still so round and bright. I can't forget the figure that stood in the cold wind for a long time.

I only remember that it was so cold that night, and the humid air seemed to be mixed with rain. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom because I was frozen stiff. It was dark outside, and several deciduous old trees were shivering in the cold wind. Oh, the figure standing in the cold wind: like a pine tree, like a cypress tree ... he tried his best to find it in the crowd and let the cold wind lift his coat and get into his trousers. It turned out that my father knew I was afraid of the dark and came to pick me up like a child. ...

Oh, the wind is blowing and the moon is rising. In the moonlight, I can clearly see my father's face: high cheekbones, sunken eyes and wrinkled skin. ...

The moon rose higher, and my father's old face became clearer against the moonlight.

Oh, love is deep in my heart ...

I walked home disappointed, and I regret what happened just now, because I was just discussing tomorrow's singing contest with my classmates. Our formation is short before and high after, but I don't want to be in the back, I just want to be in the front. But my classmates don't agree with my idea, and I am very angry. I slammed the door. Now that I think about it, what I did was really inappropriate. I shouldn't treat my classmates like that, but I have always been a stubborn person since I was a child, and I never bow to others to admit my mistakes. So I made a decision that I would not go to the classroom, but go home. Suddenly, I found a dead cricket on the ground. I walked over curiously. A little ant is coming this way. It seems to see this huge goal and climb forward. The little ant pushed hard with his body, but he pushed and pushed, but the cricket still didn't move. I can't help laughing. At this time, all the friends of the little ant came, and I was surprised. Why are there so many ants? The little ants pushed the cricket hard together, and I was not far ahead. Qi Xin, the little ants, worked together to push the cricket into the nest. Seeing this, I can't help but admire the little ant. At this moment, I thought of China Women's Volleyball Team. Relying on the spirit of "unity is strength", they won gold medals for China many times. At this moment, I thought of it.

4. Description details of the composition (about 500 words) 1. 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, 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. "Auntie!" I shouted to the man in yellow.

"hmm." Aunt nodded.

Aunt Wang is my neighbor, and I often go to her house to play. Mother said that Aunt Wang is a good mother and wife.

Look, she bought another basket of vegetables, ready to go home to make up for her daughter and husband. Aunt Wang is really a virtuous woman. 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! "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! An old man came running head-on, only to see him with slightly hot curly hair and the same red and black spring clothes. This is really fashionable.

The slogan "12 12" came out of the mouth, and the sweat kept flowing down like a broken bead. Is this a morning run? I think it's the world marathon. Hey, who's talking? It turned out to be a young man in a plaid suit.

His eyes were wide, his eyebrows almost stood up, and his mouth kept shaking, not knowing what he was saying. What's to complain about? It is better to blame yourself than to blame yourself.

A man is a gentleman, who dares to be angry and dare not speak, and can bend and stretch; What does the mother-in-law look like? Second, the weeping willows on the river bank waved gently in the summer night to bid farewell to the reluctant sunset; The last sunset glow also quietly passed away in the west; The breeze whispers back and forth in every ear, announcing the arrival of summer.

The high sky is like a huge palette, and someone adds blue one by one in it. At first, it was as light as water, then it turned light blue, and finally it turned completely green. There was a little lavender in it, like a huge blue satin with several stars on it, like eyes, like fireflies, like bamboo cages, like chess pieces ... The wind gently took Rouliu's arm, accompanied by Jin Lingzi's singing on the grass and crickets' cries.

Look, "the willow shoots are on the moon, and people make an appointment after dusk." Men and women, old and young, came out in twos and threes for a walk, chatting, blowing the refreshing wind and feeling the warmth of family, adding a little beauty and tranquility to this charming summer night.

In the middle of the month, the silver light is like water and sprinkled on the river. Rippling ripples shoot cold silver light. The river has lost its former surge, but it has a peaceful state. There is no sigh of "one river does not return", and there is no sigh of "the deceased is like a husband".

Only "after work" rest, only people's satisfied happiness and smile, only people's hard rest. Shh, please blow slowly, don't let the river flow! Don't spoil the beauty, don't spoil the atmosphere.

Let this beautiful realm stay in people's hearts forever. Father remembers Tolstoy's words: "Love can't be completely expressed in words, but only in the whole of life."

That's my father. He explained love to me with his hands. My father in my memory has a stern face all day. I have hardly seen a smile on his face since birth.

On Friday, there was another thing on the school bulletin board, which attracted a large number of people. Needless to say, as we all know, what can make students react so much is of course the report card. Of course, I was in that group. When I saw the results, my body seemed to be suspended in the air without weight.

We agreed to be strong, but tears rolled down our cheeks. I don't feel happy after school Walking alone on the road, I feel hesitant and stay on the road all the time, as if I were lost.

When I got home, my father was picking grain, and the short man was walking around the field, his face covered with sweat. My father's waist was ill, and he ignored himself for me, and I ... My tears came down again. When my father saw me coming back, he quickly put down his work and cooked for me.

As soon as my father came back, he asked to show me your report card. I was so scared that I almost fell down. I slowly took out my report card. I gave it to my father and I looked at his face. Suddenly, his face became fierce. He threw away his grades and said, "You are so stupid! The classmates who grew up with you are in front of you. "

Hearing this, my heart suddenly cooled, and a feeling of rebellion came to my mind: "I am so stupid, you didn't give birth to me." Dad didn't say anything after hearing this, and left silently. I can see from my father's eyes that my words have deeply hurt my father, but I have no regrets.

Another weekend, it rained heavily. I stood at the school gate, not knowing what to do, watching others being picked up by my father one by one. I regret hurting my father.

There were fewer and fewer people, and I stood there alone, and the rain fell on the ground. Soon a car came from a distance. It can't be my father. I am looking forward to it, but I am disappointed.

I squatted there alone, with no hope in my heart. I don't know how long it took. "Get in the car, son!" "A familiar voice came into my ears. I jumped for joy.

My most unforgettable 500-word composition detail description is my grandmother's smiling face, which taught me how to face life with a smile. The details of my life with my grandmother are the most unforgettable, and a few vague fragments in my life have become my most unforgettable memories. Grandma's short and ruthless years have left deep wrinkles on her forehead, but her eyes are always bright, especially that simple and bright smiling face. Summer vacation is here. "Grandma", I ran to hug grandma's broad and warm shoulders, because I haven't seen her for a long time, and I miss her so much! I still remember that my cousin and I were unhappy at that time, or my grandmother advised us to restore our sincere friendship. My grandmother is very stubborn. As long as she thinks it is right, she must stick to it. My grandmother likes doing morning exercises and running around the nearby park every morning. One day, like a naughty doll, it rained cats and dogs. There are small drops of water everywhere, and her feet will slip when she steps on the ground. Just stay at home and watch TV. But my grandmother didn't listen to my advice, but still insisted on her own truth and said, "How can you give up halfway?" You should face life with a smile. "Laugh for ten years", because it is impossible to give up because of a little difficulty. We should persevere in everything. "With an umbrella and shoes on, I walked on the muddy road until. It will succeed. This incident gave me great enlightenment and had a great influence on my study. On a hot day, the sun shines mercilessly on the earth, making people feel hot when walking on the road. I said to my grandmother, "Who is going to buy noodles on such a hot day?" "I don't know, the more people come up to buy noodles, the more curious I am. I can't help but ask, "Why do so many people come to buy noodles?" The man smiled and said, "Your grandmother is simple and honest. She smiles at everything as if she can solve any problem. She often chats with us and shares everything with us. Of course, we are here to buy noodles from her! " Grandma is such a person. Wherever I go, I am just like them. The most unforgettable thing is grandma's smiling face, which calmly faces difficulties.