Sunset, emitting attractive light, like a lovely woman, absolutely beautiful.
At that intersection, a familiar figure, stalwart and tall, is my mother. My mother is as strong and brave as anyone else's father. (Note: Mom's height 1 m 74).
Only when I reached the intersection did I find my mother standing there waiting for me. I don't know how long my mother has waited. There is no impatience on her face, but more satisfaction in waiting for her children to come home.
At that moment, I thought of the past. My mother was always waiting for me at the entrance to the village. I have never seen her brow impatient for a short time. I also thought that my mother would still stand at the intersection like a sculpture in the future, expecting me to come back from afar.
I don't know if it's joy or impulse. I ran over and took my mother's hand and ran home. Unexpectedly, suddenly, my mother "earned" from me like a smooth fish, and then, slowly, fell to the ground. Now that I think about it, I find it hard to describe. Maybe I'm slow, but I can't hold my mother right away, so I just stood there stupidly. ...
My mother, like a poor angel, suddenly broke her wings and fell to earth. After she got up, she gave me an old smile, which made me very helpless. "Alas, I am old and useless." This sentence is as heavy as a stone in my heart. My mother's hand is bleeding, although it is only a scratch, but my mother's injury has become a pain in my heart. She dusted off her trouser legs, smiled and took me home. The moment I looked up at my mother, I saw her forehead. Trivial wrinkles hang loosely upward like criss-crossing ravines. It is dazzling white hair, like silver silk, swaying with the rhythm of the wind. For an instant, my heart was twisted tightly, tightly and suffocating. ...
It turns out that mom is really old.
Always regard mom as the sun, because mom's love shines like the sun; Always treat mom as a mountain, because mom's love is as lofty as a mountain; I have always regarded my mother as the sea, because her love has the same mind as the sea, but now, my mother is really old.
Through my mother's eyes, I once again saw the afterglow of the sunset, as if it had happened in a previous life, turned upside down and restless.
Source: e-degree composition network original article author: Xiang Jiao
2.600-word composition requires all lights to be turned off and detailed description and drawing; Grandma's desk lamp is still on. Under the lamp sat a kind old man with white hair. He wears a pair of reading glasses; Holding a pen in his hand; Draw circles, dots and pictures on the book. He is sometimes absorbed; Sometimes frown; Sometimes infatuation; Sometimes he laughs. He is my grandfather. Although he is old; But I like reading very much. Because grandpa can pinch plasticine; Therefore; I often pester him to pinch something for me. But; As long as grandpa reads; Want grandpa to pinch plasticine? That's daydreaming. I really want to lock all grandpa's books in the box. But the next thing; But it changed my mind. Once my mother asked me a question: "How many fingers does a panda have in one hand?" Let me think about it; Think correctly; I can't think of a reliable answer either. Let's ask grandpa. I thought to myself. I ran to grandpa; I said my mother's words intact. Grandpa touched my head. Said: "you this boy; I know how to play on weekdays; Don't read books. Pandas only have four fingers! " "grandpa; Your knowledge is really profound! So much knowledge; Are they all from books? " I asked enviously. "Of course! The book has its own golden house; There is Yan Ruyu in the book'; As long as you are willing to learn; Read widely; You will be like grandpa; Profound knowledge! "So; In my young mind; Sowed the seeds of reading; Books have also become my mentor and friend. Grandpa is not only knowledgeable; I often help others selflessly; Solve the problem. One day at noon; My family is having dinner. Suddenly; Uncle horse and some uncles came in. Their faces lost their old smiles. But full of anxiety and helplessness. After exchanging pleasantries with grandpa; He entered the study; I followed curiously. I heard Uncle Ma say in dismay, "My tea tree doesn't know why; Got a strange disease. First, there is a tumor at the root; Then the tea tree withered in a large area. Our farmers rely on these acres of tea gardens to support their families a year; But now there is no harvest; This ... this is great! " Say that finish; Holding the desk in one hand; Bow your head. At this time; An uncle took out the root of a tea tree; Pass it to grandpa; Grandpa is busy wearing reading glasses; Hold the root with your left hand; Holding a magnifying glass in my right hand, I saw grandpa sometimes poke his roots away; Keep reading: he sometimes holds a pen; Draw a circle on the paper; Sometimes put down the pen; Frown; Go back and ask a word or two. Uncle Ma's mood fluctuates with grandpa's expression. It took a long time. Grandpa just handed Ma Bobo a piece of paper full of handwriting; Ma Bobo took the paper; Like holding an elixir of life; He said in a trembling voice, "Thank you so much; I really don't know how to repay you. " "Hi, old friend; Still so popular. Help this little thing; You should. "After a while; Uncle Ma should go. Grandpa grabbed his hand. Say, "Wait a minute." Say that finish; He walked quickly into the study; Take out a bunch of things; Put it in the hands of Uncle Ma; Ma Bobo a look; It turned out to be a pile of money; Uncle Ma insisted not to; But grandpa said, "Your family has a bad harvest this year. This money is a token of my appreciation. " : there are difficulties in the future; Just come to me. Ma Bobo's hand with money trembled slightly; I want to say something, but I can't make a sound. I looked at this touching scene in front of me; My mood can't help being touched; How noble grandpa's quality is! He has no rich professional knowledge; Take pleasure in helping others; Thought of here; Grandpa's body is getting bigger and bigger in my eyes. Although he didn't do anything earth-shattering; No gorgeous appearance, but on his ordinary body; But this obviously means extraordinary quality. Yes! Grandpa's spirit of helping others and loving books; Will be built into a monument in my heart; Will become a monument in my heart; Will be an example for me to learn and admire.
3. Composition details of character movements When I was in Grade X, 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. According to the instructor's instructions: the index finger and middle finger are stuck outside the pen container, and the ring finger and little finger are stuck inside the pen container. I write carefully one by one. A point, a horizontal, a vertical, a si. But it's outrageous. It was clearly painted by a three-year-old child. A little, it is a thick ink group; A horizontal, winding like a small snake; A vertical one, but as thick as an elephant's legs and feet in art; A slap is even more outrageous, like a bald broom that has long been scrapped. I looked at my masterpiece and smiled. These strokes are uneven and asymmetrical, not to mention the shelf structure. But the tutor said, "well written!" It seems that you have a bright future. If you practice hard, you will succeed in the future. "
Every day when I am free, my father asks me to teach him to turn the hula hoop. I showed him the circle again and again, swinging back and forth, twisting and saying, "Well, just like dancing, you have to twist your waist and swing your hips evenly." Try to make the frequency of body rotation consistent with the frequency of circle rotation, so that the circle will not fall off. "
Dad twisted like me, but it was ugly, so it was illegal. The more I look at it, the more I feel something is wrong. As soon as I was in a hurry, I decided to teach in a stupid way. I put my arm around his waist and shook it like a millstone. Shaking, shaking, I can't help twisting. One is fat, one is thin, one is tall and the other is short. We are so tired that we seem to have been fished out of the water. We are all wet and sweaty.
Don't tell me, this method is really effective, and dad can even walk around in circles. I stand on the side of "discipline": "find the feeling quickly, and you will learn when you find the feeling." I saw my father squinting and grinning as he conveyed it, as if he were really looking for feelings. ...
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The 4.500-word composition describes the action details of the characters, my cousin.
I have a naive, lovely, intelligent and lively cousin. He has a pair of big eyes, and when he thinks, his black eyes turn straight in his eyes. Cousin can show a pair of white and neat little teeth when she smiles, which is very interesting. I like him very much.
My cousin lives in grandma's house. Once, he told his grandmother that he liked Xiaohua Mall. Grandma loves her cousin and listens to him. He asked me to watch my cousin and buy Xiaohua Mall on the street. Grandma bought a lively and beautiful Xiaohua Mall. My cousin jumped for joy when he saw the lively and lovely Xiaohua Mall, so he ran to grandma's side, played with the lovely Xiaohua Mall, stroked it gently, and hummed beautiful Xiaohua Mall songs in his mouth. Then Xiaohua Mall pawed at his cousin's pants. Grandpa saw it, picked up Xiaohua Mall and threw it away. My cousin burst into tears when he saw it. He said, "Grandpa is bad, but Xiaohua Mall is not sensible. If you want to educate him, how can you throw him away If I am not sensible, will you abandon me? You see how pathetic! " Everyone laughed. Grandpa quickly picked up Xiaohua Mall and said to his cousin, "Yes, the kitten is not sensible. My brother will educate it!"
Another time, my cousin was playing in the house. He didn't listen to his grandmother and insisted on playing with his bike. As a result, he accidentally overturned his bike and pinned his finger. He quickly broke his finger and burst into tears. At this moment, grandma heard crying and ran out of the room. Seeing this scene, she was so angry and funny that she ignored him. He stopped crying for a while and peeked through his fingers to see if grandma paid attention to him. He found that grandma ignored him and went to her to laugh.
How interesting and lovely my cousin is! I like him very much.
5. Character action description when writing homework 1. A group of Dai girls came with little spinning wheels on their shoulders and little lanterns in their hands. Their tight skirts swayed in the wind. Their bodies are so slim, their footsteps are so light and their manners are generous, as if a group of beautiful fairies descended from the sky. 2. Seeing the people on the skating rink, sliding back and forth, my heart is agitated. After several turns, some cold and cheerless feelings returned to normal. I slipped forward again, turned left and right, suddenly stopped, and slipped back ... A child about my age stumbled and stumbled like the first time I entered the skating rink; Stumbling, a squatting child. 3. At the crossroads, there is an old woman with a slight hunchback and a slight fat figure, walking hard on the empty road with an umbrella. Strong winds came with heavy rain. She bowed forward vigorously, grabbed the umbrella, stepped back half a step and staggered forward. At noon, I can't go home for dinner because of the snow. Just as I was about to say it. When I looked back, Xiao Ming was making faces at me playfully. Ning Jiayin ran to the crossbar overhead, stepped on the ground with one foot, swung his arms violently, and flew over the crossbar like a swallow. 6. He put the melon seeds in his mouth as he did, and took a bite, but he couldn't bite. He soaked the shells of melon seeds in saliva, and when he peeled them in his hand, he slipped around, unable to start. Finally, choose another bite. This time, he was very careful when peeling. He displayed the bitten melon seeds on the dining table in the cabin, lowered his head and peeled them carefully, as if he were repairing the clock. After about a minute or two, he finally peeled off some melon seeds and stuffed them into his mouth to eat.