1. Composition describing specific actions 400
During the holidays, I played in an open space at my grandma’s house. Suddenly, a girl burst in. I looked at her carefully: her skin was dark, and she could tell she often worked in the fields; her eyes were big but squinted; her hair was messy, as if it hadn't been done for a long time; she was wearing a red floral dress. The clothes were dirty; the shoes on the feet had several holes. I thought to myself: This man is really a country man who still wears floral clothes in what era. He must have never seen any big events. He is a pure country boy. He came over, stared at me, and said, "Hello, my name is Xiaohua, I want to be friends with you, can I?" After hearing her name, I thought she was even more rustic. But I don’t know why, but I still want to make friends with her. He nodded in agreement. She became my holiday friend.
Xiaohua is a lively and innocent girl. There are always many new things in his mind that I don’t know. She told me that I was her first friend because other children thought she was poor and ignored her. Perhaps because of this incident, the friendship between Xiaohua and I deepened, and we became inseparable good friends.
One day, Xiaohua and I went out to play. When we were about to go home, I felt very thirsty. Xiaohua pointed to a three or four-meter-high fruit tree and said, "Let's pick fruits and eat them." I listened, found a bamboo pole, and prepared to knock down the fruits. But Xiaohua stopped me: "If the fruit falls, it will be broken." I put down the bamboo pole, hugged the tree tightly with both hands, crossed my feet on it, and climbed up using my hands and feet, but I only climbed a foot high. I couldn't crawl anymore, and I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely. Accidentally, I didn't hold my hands tightly, and I fell heavily to the ground, which made me scream in pain. Xiaohua looked at my embarrassed look, holding her belly in her hands and laughing. I saw Xiaohua grabbing the tree pole, stepping on the tree stump, leaning forward, kicking her feet hard, and repeating these actions. All of a sudden, she climbed up the tree easily. Looking at her nimble movements, I blushed. She sat on the tree branch and picked many fruits for me to eat. We ate and went home.
The vacation is over, it’s time for me to go back, and it’s time to say goodbye to Xiaohua. Before leaving, Xiaohua Xiou felt sorry for me. We never met again, but I still remember her innocence and liveliness in my heart. 2. Write a composition using action description, describing the teacher’s actions on a certain occasion, and the description should be nuanced, 5 years
In my impression, there are many teachers that I like, but the most worthy of my most What I like most is our class teacher-Teacher Wang.
Those jewel-like eyes, cherry-like mouth, high nose, and brown slanted bangs look golden under the sunlight.
As the saying goes: "Teachers teach, teach and resolve doubts." Teachers are like gardeners working hard to cultivate "seedlings" like us!
Teacher Wang explained the topic clearly to us and we understood it immediately. During class, Teacher Wang talked endlessly above, and we were mesmerized below. Teacher Wang will also tell some related short stories!
When I transferred to this class, the first impression I had of Teacher Wang was that he was amiable and polite. Although her attitude in class is very serious, we still like her very much. There is a saying: A strict teacher makes a good student. I really want to be a disciple. Once, when we were speaking in class, she severely criticized us, and we stayed honest for a week.
For a while, I became lax about my studies, and my grades dropped. She found me immediately after she found out, analyzed the situation with me, and found out the root cause of the problem.
She never plays favorites and treats every student fairly and reasonably. Regardless of high or low status. Whether her grades were good or bad, she put the same thought and energy into teaching us the same knowledge.
On Children’s Day, she will buy some small gifts to celebrate our holiday. Give some small gifts to the winning students. In life, the teacher loves us like a loving mother. If any classmate is sick, she will call and greet us with concern.
When she (he) recovers from the illness, the teacher will explain to her (him) what she does not understand. When we fail, she will encourage us not to be discouraged; when we succeed, she will praise us for how great we are. We all like this kind of teacher Wang 3. Composition of character action description
Walking action 1. One-nine One night at the end of September 1949, at Portsmouth Port in the English Channel, a tall Chinese man quickly stepped onto a ferry bound for France.
When he walked through the mist of the British Channel and stepped onto the deck facing the sea breeze, you could see his steady and strong steps; the span of each step he took was always 0.85 meters—— This is a habit he has developed through many years of geological work and long-term field investigations. Every step he takes actually becomes a ruler for measuring the earth and calculating the distance between rock formations.
2. There was an old woman on the roadside of the crossroads. She was slightly stooped and had a fat body. She was struggling to walk on the empty road holding an umbrella. The strong wind and heavy rain hit her face. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, took a step forward, took a half step back, and staggered forward.
3. A group of Dai girls came slowly, carrying small spinning wheels on their shoulders, small lanterns in their hands, and their tight and trailing skirts swaying in the wind. Their figures are so slender, their steps are so light, and their manners are generous, like a group of beautiful fairies descending from the sky.
4. "Ling Ling", it's time to get off work. My brother immediately turned off the machine tool and ran to the water next to his head. In an instant, the oil-stained "black hands" turned white.
He walked to the carport in three steps and pushed out the "Flying Pigeon". As soon as he stepped on the pedal of the bicycle with his left foot, his right thigh crossed the seat cushion, and *** returned. Without being able to sit firmly, he kicked off the car with a roar, and "Flying Pigeon" rushed out of the factory gate and drove away. Running movements 1. The young man ran well. He started sprinting and ran at a constant speed on the way.
He gallops like a pony with his head held high: his strides are well-proportioned, his steps are compact, his pedaling is powerful, and his waist is relaxed - the whole movement appears graceful and elastic. 2. Shi Xuan's steps were very even, his arms were swinging back and forth, his feet were moving faster and faster, his body was leaning forward, as if he was about to fall, and he ran forward with all his strength.
When she reached the finish line, she raised her head, puffed out her chest, and finally won first place. 3. In the first winter training of Lang Ping’s volleyball career, the coaches began to feed Lang Ping “Xiao Zao”.
Long-distance running - Lang Ping ran around the 400-meter track in circles... His head felt so swollen, his chest hurt, and he couldn't lift his legs anymore. Stop? No! His brain issued instructions clearly, and he continued to move forward... The sweat had already wet his hair into strands, and the sweat dripped from his forehead to his mouth, which was bitter and astringent. How much I want to lie down on the track, spread out my limbs and relax! Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth - she suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she always wanted to taste the taste of the rubber band that could not be moved again, and now she really tasted it, it was bitter and astringent.
4. As soon as the gunshot rang out, the two girls rushed forward like arrows from the string. Their movements were coordinated and powerful, and they flew briskly on the ice, like two flying swallows flying close to the ground, chasing each other without giving in.
In the end, amid the enthusiastic cheers of the coaches and the audience, the two crossed the finish line almost at the same time like a whirlwind. Hand movements 1. I just opened the textbook and suddenly saw a picture pressed under the glass plate.
"Deer, my favorite sika deer, draw it." I thought to myself, opened the painting, picked up the brush, and drew a small deer in three strokes, five divided by two.
However, because I didn’t observe carefully, I painted the deer’s head as the head of a kid. It’s not nice to see so many! I erased it and redrawn it, but it was to the right again.
I had to draw another duck swimming in the river on the left side of the paper, and "twisted" the deer's head so that it looked at the duck. After I finished the painting, I saw that it looked really good.
2. When I was in fifth grade, I joined a calligraphy interest group. Under the guidance of my tutor, I picked up a brush dipped in black juice for the first time.
Follow the tutor's instructions: when holding a pen, place your index finger and middle finger on the outside of the pen holder, and your fingertip and little finger on the inside of the pen holder.
I started writing carefully, stroke by stroke. One point, one horizontal, one vertical, one stroke.
But it doesn’t look like words at all. It’s clearly a random drawing by a three-year-old child. One point, it is a big thick ink ball; one horizontal point, it is curved like a small snake; one vertical point, it is as thick as the legs and feet of an elephant in art; one stroke, it is even more outrageous, like a handful that has been discarded long ago. bald broom.
I looked at my "masterpiece" and couldn't laugh or cry. These strokes are written in uneven heights, and the strokes are not symmetrical, let alone any frame structure.
But the tutor said: "You wrote well! It seems that you have a lot of potential for training. If you practice hard, you will definitely become a talented person in the future." 3. I saw a male classmate walking up to the stage, silently I spread out a roll of white paper on the ground, picked up a brush dipped in thick ink, meditated for a moment, and started painting with flying colors.
As the brush continued to dye, a lifelike horse appeared on the paper. It holds its head high, showing a huge and unstoppable force.
4. The annoying "stinky sister" is so unobtrusive. Could it be that she wants to sabotage my experiment? I stretched out my finger and flicked it hard. Unexpectedly, it didn't bounce away, but it angered this "stinky sister". It immediately released a smell that made me cover my nose and run back to the house.
5. The room was quiet, only the TV was ringing. Dad suddenly waved his hand tightly on the corner of the table.
There was a bang on the table. The bowls, plates, and chopsticks all jumped up. The wine glass on the corner of the table fell to the ground and broke. 6. Holding the small hazelnut in one hand and the heavy pliers in the other, looking straight at the hazelnut.
The pliers fell slowly, but they often hit the side. After a while, my hand was hit several times. There was a look of pain on her face.
7. Teacher Xu teaches us Chinese. Every day, she held the chalk in her dexterous hands and wrote carefully and stroke by stroke on the blackboard. We couldn't help but imitate her writing in our notebooks.
8. After Haitao found the sparrow's nest, he put the flashlight away from his waist, spit into the palm of his hand, and crawled up. After crawling to the sparrow's nest, he lowered his head and said to us: "Hey, you've got it right, ready to catch the sparrow!" After saying that, he stood on another branch and straightened up.
Unexpectedly, his head happened to hit the sparrow's nest, which frightened the sparrows. There was only a squirming sound in the nest, and then a few sparrows rushed out desperately. Haitao was so anxious that he reached out and caught one.
He looked into the nest with a flashlight and found that there was one left, probably because it couldn't squeeze out, and it was chirping. Haitao reached out and caught another one. He put it in a plastic bag and threw it down, just in front of Xiaopang. Xiaopang happily picked it up and threw the sparrow away.
4. Description of movements at the time, composition
Mom’s smile is the most beautiful side of everyone, but I feel that no one’s smile can compare to my mother’s smile in my heart. Because my mother’s smile makes me I learned to be strong, honest and brave. I remember that time, I had a high fever, because my parents didn’t pay attention, and I didn’t pay too much attention, so I just ignored it. After class, I started to feel uncomfortable all over. I finally got home, and I I lay on the bed exhausted, dizzy, and really wanted to vomit! There was no one at home, so I had to lie motionless on the bed, waiting for my parents to come home. I lay on the bed uncomfortably and fell asleep. After a while, my mother came back from get off work and saw me lying on the bed asleep. Then he shook me, and I opened my eyes weakly. My mother asked me nervously, "What's wrong?" I said, "Mom, I feel dizzy and want to vomit." My mother touched my forehead and frowned. My head said: "Why do I have a fever?" Then without even putting it in my bag, she put some clothes on me and carried me to the hospital. When I was lying on the hospital bed, my mother brought meals to the hospital every day, rain or shine. , and it made me happy. At that time, I was so moved. Seeing my mother’s warm smile, I became stronger! Another time, my friends and I went out to play and accidentally trampled someone else's flowers. We were as anxious as ants on a hot pot - running around. When I was about to run away with my friends, I remembered what my mother had said to me: "It doesn't matter if you have done something wrong. The important thing is to correct it and admit it proactively. This is a good child." She also smiled at me. Thinking of this, I felt a little bit like running away. I was shaken. Then I thought about it for a while and decided to take the initiative to admit my mistake. My friends all advised me not to go, but I finally mustered up the courage to admit my mistake with my friends because I didn’t want to regret my mother. Smile.! We went to the family's house to apologize and give us the money. The family praised us for being very honest... When we got home, I told my parents about the matter, and I saw my mother smiling at me again. From then on , I am honest and brave no matter what I do. I love my mother’s smile. It gives me encouragement, courage, strength, and courage. My mother’s smile is the greatest and most noble in the world. People.
Since I was born, I have been bathed in the sunshine of maternal love. In order to raise me well, she did everything a mother could do.
What impressed me the most and made me even more grateful was my mother’s kind and sincere smile. When I made progress, she praised me with a smile; when I made mistakes, she criticized me with a smile; when I was proud and complacent, she poured some cold water on me with a smile; when I was decadent and frustrated, she smiled and gave me some motivation... …I am a small tree that thrives under the dew of my mother’s smile. I am a small flower that blooms under the spring breeze of my mother’s smile.
I am growing up day by day, but I don’t know why. My mother’s kind smile is no longer common, and is often replaced by a stern face. The only things that accompany me every day are my desk, lamp and countless exercises.
"Doesn't my mother love me anymore?" I came up with this idea again and again and denied it again and again. I remember my mother teaching me to write and memorize poems when I was a child. She washed my clothes in the cold winter and tidied my room in the hot summer... One day when I was nine years old, at one o'clock in the middle of the night, there was pouring rain, lightning and thunder outside.
I suddenly developed a high fever, and my father was not at home. My mother looked at me, then looked out the window, carefully put a raincoat on me, and resolutely carried me on her back and ran to the hospital. I lay on my mother's back and clearly heard her rapid breathing.
My heart was about to break. I said, "Mom, let me come down and walk by myself!" My mother replied resolutely, "How can that be done? You have a high fever, how can you walk in the rain?" Wear your raincoat tightly, don't get wet." My eyes couldn't help but moisten.
It was raining and the road was slippery. My mother tilted and almost fell. After she stood firm, she asked me eagerly: "Are you okay?" I said, "It's okay!" My mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief. "That's good, that's good." Just like that, my mother carried me to the hospital with a deep kick and a shallow kick.
When exam papers come into my hands again and again, an inexplicable feeling always surges from the bottom of my heart to my chest. My nose was sore, but I held it back, I was afraid that my classmates would see it.
The bright red scores on the test paper told me everything. When my mother saw the test paper, the long-lost smile was written on her face again. She smiled and said to me: "If you fall, get up by yourself."
"This sentence has accompanied me through more than a dozen exams. Spring and Autumn, it gives me strength and promotes my progress. I sincerely thank my mother. In the sunshine, I seemed to see a gorgeous halo rising behind my mother. It was a halo that only immortals had in ancient legends. This is the most holy light of motherhood that cannot be desecrated! To this light, we can only look up! What gives me endless reverie is Mona Lisa’s smile, and what gives me endless motivation is my mother’s smile.
My mother is a bank clerk. Time has long worn away the luster on her face, leaving "rut marks" on her face, but only her bright smile remains. From the time I can remember, what impressed me most about my mother was her smile: she taught me to sing children's songs with a smile, watched me learn to walk with a smile, watched me draw the sun with a smile... When I was a child, I was very naughty and wore clean clothes in the morning. Wear clothes and go out, play hide-and-seek with my friends, make clay figurines, catch bugs, crawl into haystacks, compete in climbing trees... In the evening, I see other children being carried home by their ears by the fathers who are looking for them, *** Still I was so frightened that I didn’t dare to go home and wandered alone on the road. It was my mother who pulled me home with a smile, gently took off my torn clothes, and gently touched my wounds. Apply red lotion...the happiness and calmness after stress, that feeling...the warmth accompanied me through my happy childhood.
When I went to school, my grades were not good, the teacher didn’t like me, and my classmates said I was stupid. When I got home, I cried because I didn’t want to go to school anymore. My mother smiled and told me the story of Einstein and the little bench. She smiled and said, "A man never sheds tears easily." I went to school happily. After one semester, I actually became the "outburst" in the class. household". 5. A 400-word essay describing the actions of a character
My deskmate is called Ni Jianwei. He has jet black hair, about an inch long. There are light eyebrows under the hair, and a pair of bright and big eyes under the eyebrows. His lips are slightly upturned, and there are some wrinkles on his nose. When he smiles, his eyes are wide open, and he looks like he is smiling but not smiling.
Ni Jianwei has many advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that he is willing to help others and loves physical exercise, especially running. The disadvantage is that he moves too slowly and sometimes likes to hit people.
When Ni Jianwei is happy, his eyes narrow into slits. He used to smile lightly, but now he smiles naturally and sometimes even gives me food.
Today is the midterm exam, and of course there are questions that Ni Jianwei cannot solve. He was immersed in writing for a while. When he encountered a question that he couldn't solve, he frowned, with a smile on his face. He held his head in his hands and looked like he was thinking. He really looked like a young doctor. Sometimes he would yawn due to sleepiness. .
He was angry again. His big eyes, usually full of smiles, now shot out two cold rays of light, aggressive, his teeth were gritting loudly, and he was breathing heavily through his nose, as if he was lacking oxygen.
Ni Jianwei also likes to meddle in other people's business. I haven't bought "100 Fathers That Touched Middle School Students" yet, and he would come and talk to me, which is really annoying. But he is quite generous. Whenever I forget something, he will always lend it to me. 6. A 100-word essay describing language or actions
Xiaoli pursed her lips, arched her waist, tiptoed, and slowly approached it step by step. Getting closer, getting closer, I saw her quietly extending her right hand to the butterfly, and clamped the wings of the butterfly with her two open fingers. Xiaoli jumped up and down with joy.
He bent over, and the basketball kept patting back and forth, left and right, in his hands, and his eyes moved around, looking for opportunities to "break out". Suddenly he quickened his pace, turned left and right, passed through the two layers of defense, came to the basket, made a tiger leap, turned around and shot, the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air, evenly. The ground fell into the basket.
He is in his 50s.
Wearing a pair of highly myopic glasses. He gingerly took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with the hem of his clothes. "Uh-huh..." He was about to speak when he suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly searched for it on the plate, then hurriedly dug into his pocket and took out a box of matches. Then he said "Uh-huh" with confidence. Twice, he stood up straight and said in a particularly loud voice: "Now let's watch the teacher do the experiment!"
The classroom was filled with chaos. Teacher Mao stood angrily at the door. Steam was coming from his head, and there were a few glistening beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. His eyebrows were raised angrily, but his mouth was grinning downward. When he saw us, he blinked in shock, and the muscles on his face suddenly froze, motionless, like a "freeze frame" in a movie. We are all like wood, nailed there.
The old man’s hands are very dexterous. It only takes a few minutes for a clay figure to be born in his hands. Watch him pick up another ball of mud, first shape it into a round shape, and then gently rub it with his hands to make it soft and smooth. Then, he rubbed it again, and gradually separated the person's head, body and legs. He held the clay figurine with his left hand and fiddled with it with his right hand. After a while, the clay figurine put on a hat that was off-kilter.
It’s too late to say it, but it will be soon. The athlete who fell to the ground stood up with his hands and feet. Put your left toe against the starting line, bend your knees, and squat firmly. His hands were like two wooden pillars inserted into the ground, and his whole body was leaning forward slightly, with a posture like an eagle taking off.
She squeezed through the gate and dropped the burden to the ground. She stepped forward, picked up the grass on the ground, pressed it with her knees, leaned down, tightened the waist of the grass with both hands, lifted it up, and threw it to the ground. The corner of the courtyard wall.
She saw grandma standing up, grabbing the pot lid with both hands and lifting it up. It took several laborious efforts to uncover a crack. A thick smoke rushed out from the stove, almost smearing grandma's face. Grandma casually brushed her wrinkled face with her sleeves, shook her head, and said to herself: "I'm old and useless!"
Her small mouth contains a wealth of wisdom. Expression: When he is happy, he curls his lips and makes a grimace; when he is angry, his pouty mouth can hold a small oil can. The words that come out of this mouth can sometimes make people furious and sobbing, but sometimes they can make people laugh and laugh endlessly.
That day was my birthday. As soon as I got home, I finished my homework quickly. It's 6 o'clock. According to usual practice, my parents should be back long ago, not to mention that today is my birthday! Maybe you went to the supermarket to buy something for me? Thinking of this, I turned on the TV and started watching. It was 6:25, I stood up, kept pacing, waiting anxiously... Could something happen to them! 7. A 400-word essay describing human movements
I just opened the textbook and suddenly saw a picture pressed under the glass plate. "Deer, my favorite sika deer, draw it." I thought to myself, opened the painting, picked up the brush, and drew a small deer in three strokes, five divisions, and two strokes. However, because I didn't observe carefully, I painted the deer's head as the head of a kid. It’s not nice to see so many! I erased it and redrawn it, but it was to the right again. I had to draw another duck swimming in the river on the left side of the paper, and "twisted" the deer's head so that it looked at the duck. After I finished the painting, I saw that it looked really good.
2. When I was in fifth grade, I joined a calligraphy interest group. Under the guidance of my tutor, I picked up a brush dipped in black juice for the first time. Follow the tutor's instructions: when holding a pen, place your index finger and middle finger on the outside of the pen holder, and your fingertip and little finger on the inside of the pen holder. I started writing carefully one stroke at a time. One point, one horizontal, one vertical, one stroke. But it doesn't look like words at all. It's clearly a random drawing by a three-year-old child. One point, it is a big thick ink ball; one horizontal point, it is curved like a small snake; one vertical point, it is as thick as the legs and feet of an elephant in art; one stroke, it is even more outrageous, like a handful that has been discarded long ago. bald broom. I looked at my "masterpiece" and couldn't laugh or cry. These strokes are written in uneven heights, and the strokes are not symmetrical, let alone any frame structure. But the tutor said: "You wrote well! It seems that you have great potential for training. If you practice hard, you will definitely become a talented person in the future."
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3. I saw a male classmate walking up to the stage, quietly unfolding a roll of white paper, picking up a brush dipped in thick ink, thinking for a moment, and then started painting with flying colors. Followed by As the brush continued to dye, a lifelike horse appeared on the paper. It raised its head and hoofed, showing an unstoppable force.
4. The annoying "stinky sister" is like this. As if there was no one around, could it be that I wanted to sabotage my experiment? I stretched out my finger and flicked it hard. Unexpectedly, it didn't bounce away, but it angered this "stinky sister", and it immediately released a stinky smell, which made me cover it up quickly.
5. The room was quiet, only the TV was playing. Dad suddenly slapped the table with his hand. On the table, the bowls, plates, and chopsticks all jumped up, and the wine glass on the corner of the table fell to the ground and broke.
6. Holding the small hazelnut in one hand, and the heavy one in the other. The pliers looked straight at the hazelnut. The pliers fell slowly, but they often hit the side. After a while, her hand was hit with a look of pain.
7. Teacher Xu teaches us Chinese. She holds the chalk in her dexterous hands and writes carefully and stroke by stroke on the blackboard. We can't help but imitate her writing in the notebook.
8. After Haitao found the sparrow's nest, he put the flashlight in his waist, spit in the palm of his hand, and crawled up to the sparrow's nest. He lowered his head. He said to us: "Hey, look for it, get ready to catch the sparrows!" "After saying that, he stood on another branch and straightened up. Unexpectedly, his head happened to hit the sparrow's nest, which frightened the sparrows. There was only a squirming sound in the nest, and then several sparrows rushed in desperately. When it came out, Haitao reached out in a hurry and caught one. He looked into the nest with a flashlight and saw that there was one left, probably because it couldn't be squeezed out. Haitao reached out and caught it. , and got another one. He packed it in a plastic bag and threw it down, just in front of the little fat man. The little fat man picked it up happily, took the sparrow out of the bag, and watched the sparrow fluttering and flapping its wings. He shouted happily: "It's so fun, so fun..."
9. I held my breath, bent my hands into an arc, slowly approached it, and then swooped forward, using both hands quickly. Haha, look where you are going! Tingting also squatted down to look. I slowly let go of my hand, and what was in my hand was just the grass where the grasshopper was lying. Did you see this lying here? The cousin said, "The grasshopper jumped out. You just didn't notice it. No, it's there." "I looked in the direction of my cousin's finger, and sure enough the grasshopper was there. I ran over and clicked again, hey, he ran away again. I looked around the grass, ah, this was actually hiding under my feet. I stared at it , squatted down gently, put his hands about 10 centimeters away from the grasshopper, and slammed it, "Caught, caught!" "I was so happy, and my cousin was dancing around me excitedly.
10. Mingming was humming a song and walking on the field. Suddenly, there was a "coo" sound. Mingming followed it. Looking over, he saw a little cuckoo dancing on the carpet-like grass. He held his breath, bent his waist, and tiptoed towards the little cuckoo. He put his hands together in a semicircle. , rushed over! Mingming caught this little cuckoo. Ah! This little cuckoo is so beautiful. Although its feathers have not yet grown, its pearly eyes are caressing the little cuckoo's soft feathers. .
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