She is wearing a skirt with a black background and a white bow on it. When a gust of wind blew slowly, they began to dance around Miss Dong, making her as beautiful as a fairy. There is black and white lace on the sleeves. There is a big bow on the waist, which is very eye-catching.
Wang Weijian:
He has a pair of flashing eyes, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward. Every time he tries to open his eyes wide, his sparse eyebrows start to tilt up, which is very pleasing. His face is white with a hint of ruddy, which shows his health. He also has a small mouth. Whenever he laughs, his mouth opens to both sides, making him look like a doll with various expressions. He has an unusual set of teeth. There seems to be a thick black line between his two front teeth. Other teeth are almost yellow, and it seems that no matter how you brush them, you can't clean them.
Shi Hao:
He has a pair of long and narrow eyes, always looking left and right, looking back and forth, as if there are many things in the world that fascinate him. Two heavy eyebrows always swing with his eyes, and he can never get enough of them. Sometimes it hangs like a bent willow branch, and sometimes the eyebrows are upturned on both sides to form an inverted figure of eight. His chubby face is always inseparable from him. As soon as he moved, they began to dance happily. There is also a small mole on his right brain door, like a person who has just been scolded, hiding alone in that dark corner.
On his fat body, he was wearing a colorful dress with colorful stripes, just like a beautiful rainbow leaning against him. He also has a pair of army green trousers, which makes him lose his cuteness in simplicity, and there is no shortage of calmness in cuteness.
2. The composition character sketch is 300 words. He is 1.57 meters tall, with narrow shoulders and square head.
When standing, he was disheveled and his collar was like a "mandatory order", and he refused to put it down and held it high. And his clothes are always playing with "disunity face", and the zipper always refuses to close.
And he himself stood straight and incongruously in the messy package. He always carries a mess of "haystacks" on his back. "Grass" is always black and oily. The "straw hat" covered his head and covered the endless treasure under the grass. When the haystack is leveled, it will show endless aura.
Two big ears, stuck on both sides of the head, always seem to be shy, with a pair of glasses hanging on them. Through the lens, you can feel that those eyes reflect more light than the sun. Under the big nose, you can always feel the elegance of that silent mouth. His long speech was like a flood that opened the floodgate and could not be stopped.
3. Write people's compositions in a simple way. The sooner the better, about 500 words. The young man coming right against the face is tall and a little thin, but he doesn't feel sick. He has high cheekbones, knife-shaped eyebrows, eyes full of gods, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and ears just hanging on both sides of his head, impartial and full of energy. I saw him standing straight and walking easily. Simple words make people feel happy. I asked him to sit in the chair next to me, and he immediately smiled and agreed to sit down. The whole process is natural and smooth. When sitting in a chair, he looked indifferent and put his hands on his legs naturally, which is very correct. I took a cup of tea from the table next to him and handed it to him with both hands. He quickly reached out his slender arm, caught it with his big hand, held the handle of the cup in one hand and put it under the cup in the other ... The sketch artist is not low. Generally speaking, it is difficult to write a hundred words in a pure sketch, and a vivid sketch can often be described well in only 20~60 words.
4. Write a composition of 300 words (the sooner the better). That's a beggar.
She is about 30 years old, but her brow is full of vicissitudes. She only wore thin clothes and trembled slightly in the cold wind.
Another gust of wind blew, and she held the child tighter. That's probably her son, wrapped in two quilts, snuggling in his mother's arms.
Perhaps, it was his mother who snuggled up to him. She snuggled up to the child and hugged her tightly. She couldn't wait to give half of her body temperature to the child, but forgot that she was still sitting on the freezing ground, still shaking ... At this time, another north wind roared past us with fallen leaves, as simple as grass and Buddha, and even the wood was torn off, which was extremely biting and violent. She shuddered.
However, I saw her wrap the child in the quilt again. Then, without any hesitation, she took off one of her coats and gently covered the child. Her body is like leaves in late autumn, shaking badly, but the warmth between her eyebrows and eyes can drive away the cold. She looked at the sleeping face of the child, and a warm smile appeared on her face. The fundus is infinite love and infinite warmth ... She holds the child tightly, stands up from the ground and walks away step by step ... It's just that the child in her arms is still asleep, as if she doesn't know the predicament he faces, or he knows that he will never be cold, because no matter what.
5. The composition classmate's character sketches 467 words. He has a melon face, a pair of bright eyes embedded under his thick hair, and a red mouth under his high nose. This is Jin Zhe from our class. Although he is not particularly outstanding, he is very creative.
I remember that at noon last semester, others were either doing their homework or dozing off, but only Jin Zhe got under the table after finishing his homework. I leaned over curiously and saw him putting a used draft paper into the cup, constantly stirring it with water. I have never seen him so serious. Looking at him, I always feel like a mixed-up doctor, and I can't make any mistakes. He was holding a iron ruler and absorbed in the cup. At first, paper floated in the water. Slowly, slowly, the paper was soaked, and white paper foam extended around. Seeing that he was so serious, the classmates next to him said with a half sneer that he was bored, but he said disapprovingly, "I am making paper." When I finish the paper, you will wait and see. Edison is my role model, and I intend to succeed. A few days later, he put the paper on a plastic bag to dry, and a white "Golden Hou Paper" was born. Although the paper is a little wrinkled, I have to say that he is a thoughtful little creator.
Yang was my first friend after I entered junior high school, and our acquaintance was quite dramatic.
First, meet by chance
On the first day of junior high school, Yang sat in my front row. When I was a child, I had a friend named Yang Zhegan. Yang and Yang Zhe were the same size, so I mistook Yang for Yang Zhegan. I called Yang happily: "Yang-".Before I could shout out the word "this", Yang turned to me and asked me, "How do you know? I realized that I might have mistaken you for someone else, so I had to follow suit and say, "I-I heard Xu Hang call you that. How about making friends? " "No problem!" "My name is zhang, and you? ""Yang, nice to meet you! "... in this way, we met dramatically. In the next few days, I gradually appreciated Yang's works.
Second, humorous performance
Yang is definitely a talented performer. I've only known him for a few days, and I've enjoyed his humorous performance more than thirty times. You see, he came again, only to see his left hand holding the blackboard eraser and his right hand naturally supporting the lecture table: "Attention! I don't have many works, please enjoy my new misty poems! " The bottom immediately quieted down, and Yang made a cool gesture and began to recite: "In the flowerpot of my heart/I gently stroked the branches and leaves/Today's apples weigh a catty/Maybe tomorrow's oranges will increase in price ... (at sixes and sevens) Look at the bottom, the whole class fell to the ground at the same time. ...
Last Friday, Yang cleaned the glass. Maybe he's tired. He turned over a handkerchief-like rag in his left hand, crossed his legs and sang, "Everybody clean the glass, clean the glass, clean the glass ..." The whole class stared at him at the same time like discovering a new continent-Yang. Yang seems to be still narcissistic and hasn't noticed anyone. Twenty seconds later, the whole class remembered a song "Let's Clean the Glass" at the same time. I don't know. I thought I was shouting labor slogans. ……
With the deepening of our friendship, we ...
Third, gradually understand
When we were chatting together, he told me, "My ideal is to be a comedian." I smiled and said, "Your wish will come true. My ideal is to be a soldier. " "Let's cheer together!" "good"!
Yang, don't forget me when you become a comedian!
I hope I can help you, and I hope I can adopt it satisfactorily.
6. My sketch book composition is 500 words. I have special feelings for painting since I was a child.
My road painting composition is 500 words.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, my mother asked me what I wanted to learn. I said without hesitation, "I want to learn to draw." Therefore, I did not have an indissoluble bond with painting.
Drawing not only brings me fun, but also brings me comfort like a good friend. When I am happy, I draw my own happiness with colored strokes; When I am unhappy, I write down my troubles with crayons. Painting has become an indispensable part of my life.
Painting has a unique charm. Especially the characters in comics, I have always liked them. Although there is no teacher's guidance, I have been working hard to draw cartoons well.
500-word composition
I have used countless sketchbooks since I started drawing cartoons. Now, when I turn them out, they have a unique taste. Although I didn't draw very well before, every painting reflects my love for painting. The characters in Japanese comics are all well drawn. Although I hate the Japanese, I can't help looking at other people's art and imitating it. Over time, I can draw very well. That's why my mother sent me to a painting class and got several grades. I keep all the certificates well.
One of my sisters also loves painting. There are beautiful pictures hanging on the wall of her room-when she was 10, she put them on the wall despite her mother's objection. I was moved by her love of painting. So, from now on, painting is much more serious than before.
I think painting is an elegant art, which can cultivate people's sentiment. I will always insist on painting. I believe painting will accompany me all my life, because I have a unique feeling for him. I studied piano and calligraphy before, but I didn't insist on it, only painting.
7. My sketch book composition is 500 words. I have special feelings for painting since I was a child. My road painting composition is 500 words.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, my mother asked me what I wanted to learn. I said without hesitation, "I want to learn to draw." Therefore, I did not have an indissoluble bond with painting.
Drawing not only brings me fun, but also brings me comfort like a good friend. When I am happy, I draw my own happiness with colored strokes; When I am unhappy, I write down my troubles with crayons.
Painting has become an indispensable part of my life. Painting has a unique charm.
Especially the characters in comics, I have always liked them. Although there is no teacher's guidance, I have been trying to draw cartoons well. I have used countless sketchbooks since I started drawing cartoons. Now, when I turn them out, they have a special taste.
Although I didn't draw very well before, every painting reflects my love for painting. The characters in Japanese comics are all well drawn. Although I hate the Japanese, I can't help looking at other people's art and imitating it. Over time, I can draw very well. That's why my mother sent me to a painting class and got several grades. I keep all the certificates well.
One of my sisters also loves painting. There are beautiful pictures hanging on the wall of her room-when she was 10, she put them on the wall despite her mother's objection. I was moved by her love of painting.
So painting is much more serious than before. I think painting is an elegant art, which can cultivate people's sentiment. I will always insist on painting. I believe painting will accompany me all my life, because I have a unique feeling for him.
I studied piano and calligraphy before, but I didn't insist on it, only painting.
The young man walking in front of him is tall and a little thin, but he doesn't feel sick. His cheekbones are high, his eyebrows are two, and his eyes are divine. His nose is high, his lips are thin, and his ears are just on both sides of his head. He is impartial and energetic. I saw him standing straight and walking towards me with easy steps. It makes people feel happy. I asked him to sit in the chair next to me, and he immediately smiled and agreed to sit down. The whole process is natural and smooth. When sitting in a chair, he looks cool, with his hands on his legs naturally, exactly. I took a cup of tea from the table next to him and handed it to him with both hands. He quickly stretched out his slender arm and caught it with wide hands, holding the handle of the cup in one hand and putting the other hand under the cup. He quickly said to me.
9. Sketch fascinates me. All kinds of interesting things in the world fascinate me, but what fascinates me most is painting! Drawing is not only my hobby, but also the hobby of many people.
Everyone has his own hobbies, his own spiritual pursuit and his own intellectual creation. Everyone has their own goals, and I believe there will be unlimited fun there.
It can not only provide people with rich imagination, but also express their impressions. Because I like painting, my childhood life is full of fun and love, and no one can understand my fascination with painting.
But painting sometimes brings me a lot of trouble. My whole body is covered with ink, my face is dirty, my hand is dirty, and even my classmates will get dirty if they are not careful. My mother sometimes makes me wash dirty clothes impatiently. I can't help it I like painting very much.
Hey! How can I draw beautiful patterns now, give them to the school, give them a scholarly atmosphere, and give them varieties; Draw a character, his joys and sorrows, his ups and downs. Go to the river next to Auntie Mountain and look at the willows by the river. It is so charming, just like a girl, pinning their hopes by the wishing pool. I really wanted to paint all this, but I chose to appreciate it. I finally understood the teacher's words: "True beauty is not only illustrated by pictures."
Painting, he fascinated me, it took me to the most beautiful depths of nature, Zhi Tao lost my feeling, let me understand what is true beauty! Dear friends, I think this is ok.
You can change it appropriately.
10. Composition describing figure painting (in the composition book) Hello everyone! I'm Li Peixing. I have beautiful hair, but what sets me apart is my big eyes.
There is a small mouth under the small straight nose. I have a pair of dexterous hands and can draw many beautiful pictures. Once, I was absorbed in painting, and my mother said to me, "Son, I made a pot of water, and now I'm going out to do business." Turn off the switch when the kettle rings. "
Mom left in a hurry, and I said "Don't worry, Mom" without looking up. I am fascinated by painting. I don't know how long it took, but I didn't hear it.
When my mother came back, she found water everywhere in the kitchen, but there was not a drop of water in the kettle. My mother was angry and criticized me. At home, my parents always praise me for my good painting. At school, my classmates and teachers also like my painting, which makes me feel that painting has brought me great happiness.