I have a smart and gentle mother. She has short black hair, a pair of big eyes embedded under her eyebrows like moon buds, a straight nose, a small talking cherry mouth and a sweet smile revealing two rows of white and neat teeth. My mother also has a pair of dexterous hands. She washes my clothes, folds the quilt and cooks every day ... and always cares about me and my family. I love my good mother!
Mom is like the ever-changing "weather", always changing herself because of my performance. When I do well in the exam, my mother's face will show a sunny smile: when I do my homework so-so, my mother will be furious and set off a storm; When I waste my time doing something boring, my mother will talk like a drizzle … but I know that my mother is good for me and loves me.
I remember once, my mother and I were playing badminton. At this moment, I don't know what I stepped on, my foot slipped and I fell down. When I got up from the ground at once, I found a big hole in my beloved Mickey Mouse pants. I'm so sad that I can't bear to throw these pants away.
Mom, what a resounding name. How many days and nights, my mother has been with me, guarding me; How many days and nights, my mother worried about my tomorrow; How many days and nights, my mother cares about me with her loving eyes ... Looking at a few more silver wires on your head, I want to say, "Mom, you have worked hard, I love you!" " "
2. A 600-word composition describing the details of the characters. Killing fish in the vegetable market in winter has accelerated the progress, and it is more environmentally friendly, and the fishy smell is frozen and sealed.
A chubby middle-aged man was wearing a black leather jacket and his arms were open. Ms. Fish asked, "What do you want?" The black leather jacket pointed to the big red plastic bathtub: "Three scales." The language in Northeast China always seems to be frozen.
It is said that three scales have fewer thorns, and that fish with scales are unlucky. Ms. Fish fished out a wet fish from the water, and the fish was twisted in her rubber gloves. The tail of the fish stands stubbornly, and the mouth of the fish opens into an "O" shape. The unkempt fish lady asked, "Kill?" "hmm!" A fish's life is thus settled. The murder weapon was a long-handled screwdriver. Ms. Fish turned the screwdriver upside down, aimed at the long fish head with a ribbed wooden handle and "pricked" it twice, knocking it unconscious.
It must be alive (fish droppings didn't drip down), so I used a special tool (in my years of life experience, I made a serrated aluminum spoon recess) to hold the fish down and scrape the scales in the opposite direction, and the fins on both sides of the fish's body were hard and stiff. Then pry open the thin gills of the fish with concave aluminum spoon sawtooth, and spit out the purple gills with only a sigh, and the filtered gills are still steaming.
Turn over, spit it out again, erect a white belly, poke a long pair of scissors into * * * with a "poof", open the belly straight and tear it to the chin shell of the fish. Gloved fingers reached into the abdominal sac and dug it out: red liver, yellow seeds and white curved intestines all came out, and a soft one collapsed and dripped down the curved arm. I grabbed a convenient bag and threw my prey in flexibly. The convenient bag was twisted a few times. "Give me the money!" The whole process took less than a minute. When I entered the hospital, I was a qualified surgeon and a fast ripper.
I suggest you take care of yourself. The doctor may not be as skilled as this fish lady, and you will suffer if you die.
3. Describe the details of the characters. 600 zi northeast vegetable market shayu
Killing fish in the vegetable market in winter has accelerated the progress, and it is more environmentally friendly, and the fishy smell is frozen and sealed.
A chubby middle-aged man was wearing a black leather jacket and his arms were open. Ms. Fish asked, "What do you want?" The black leather jacket pointed to the big red plastic bathtub: "Three scales." The language in Northeast China always seems to be frozen. It is said that three scales have fewer thorns, and that fish with scales are unlucky.
Ms. Fish fished out a wet fish from the water, and the fish was twisted in her rubber gloves. The tail of the fish stands stubbornly, and the mouth of the fish opens into an "O" shape. The unkempt fish lady asked, "Kill?"
"hmm!"
A fish's life is thus settled. The murder weapon was a long-handled screwdriver. Ms. Fish turned the screwdriver upside down, aimed at the long fish head with a ribbed wooden handle and "pricked" it twice, knocking it unconscious. It must be alive (fish droppings didn't drip down), so I used a special tool (in my years of life experience, I made a serrated aluminum spoon recess) to hold the fish down and scrape the scales in the opposite direction, and the fins on both sides of the fish's body were hard and stiff. Then pry open the thin gills of the fish with concave aluminum spoon sawtooth, and spit out the purple gills with only a sigh, and the filtered gills are still steaming. Turn over, spit it out again, erect a white belly, poke a long pair of scissors into * * * with a "poof", open the belly straight and tear it to the chin shell of the fish. Gloved fingers reached into the abdominal sac and dug it out: red liver, yellow seeds and white curved intestines all came out, and a soft one collapsed and dripped down the curved arm. I grabbed a convenient bag and threw my prey in flexibly. The convenient bag was twisted a few times. "Give me the money!"
The whole process took less than a minute. When I entered the hospital, I was a qualified surgeon and a fast ripper.
I suggest you take care of yourself. The doctor may not be as skilled as this fish lady, and you will suffer if you die.
4. The description of the details of the characters is beyond 600 words. I redrawn the unclear word "bad" with chalk, added the word "teacher" and put a big question mark behind it.
Many students gave well-meaning laughter and the classroom atmosphere has returned to normal.
I continued: "I, your teacher Ji, am I a bad teacher?" Today, I want to introduce a real me to my classmates. "
Then, I introduced my life and work in detail, and frankly admitted some weaknesses and shortcomings.
When I finished, there was silence in the classroom. I feel that my classmates are moved by my sincerity. Sure enough, a round of applause rang out, and Li Xiao even clapped his hands with tears in his eyes.
I never applaud in class, which is the first time in my teaching career.
I was intoxicated by my impromptu teaching plan.
I smartly drew a horizontal line under the word "Teacher Ji", erased the word "Teacher Ji", changed the title to "Is it A" and asked, "Please think about it, fill in the title completely and say a paragraph on this topic."
Li Jiao was the first to speak. He said: "My question is' Is the student who wrote the words' Teacher Ji is a bad teacher'?" ".
I'm surprised how sharp the students' eyes are! Li Xiao speaks fluently and denies that he wrote the words on the blackboard. Although I still don't believe him, I praised his speech art, and the students clapped again. The applause seemed to be more enthusiastic than mine.
As soon as the applause fell, Wang Na raised his hand and said, "My topic is' Is Wang Na a bad student?'" "Wang Na admitted that she wrote that line, mainly to see if the teacher is generous. She said that she was not a bad student, nor was Miss Ji a bad teacher. Today, she feels that the image of the teacher is higher.
I am surprised and happy for her boldness and liveliness. The applause of the whole class rang warmly again.
It's been almost ten years. Now, Li Jiao has become an engineer. Wang Na studied in France and got a doctorate. When students in this class saw me or wrote to me, they all said that what they admired most was the way they handled the words "Teacher Ji is a ……", and that class was their most impressive Chinese class.
In fact, in the past ten years, these three applause have been echoing in my ears.
5. Ask for a composition describing the details of the characters, about 600 words, 1 big details and 3 small details. As soon as I entered the classroom, I felt as if there was a different atmosphere lurking, but I calmly walked onto the podium.
While introducing the new lesson, I turned to write on the blackboard. Wang Na, a girl in the class, stood up and shouted, "Teacher, look at the blackboard …" I was shocked at once. There is a clear chalk line on the blackboard: "Mr. Ji is a ……" followed by an unclear word "bad".
This has never happened in my teaching for more than 20 years. These words show that I have offended the students and they are openly challenging me.
I have a closer look. This font is very similar to that written by Li Xiao, whom I criticized yesterday. The fire in my heart suddenly shot up so high that I felt my scalp was going to explode.
But in a flash, I controlled myself and decided to change the teaching content. I smiled and said, "Students, today, we are going to give a lecture. Some students already know the topic. Write it on the blackboard for me to see.
Thank you for this classmate. "I redrawn the unclear word" bad "with chalk and added the word" teacher ",followed by a big question mark.
Many students gave well-meaning laughter, and the atmosphere in the classroom has returned to normal. I continued: "I, your teacher Ji, am I a bad teacher?" Today, I want to introduce a real me to my classmates. "
Then, I introduced my life and work in detail and frankly admitted some of my weaknesses and shortcomings. When I said this, the classroom was silent.
I feel that my classmates are moved by my sincerity. Sure enough, a round of applause rang out, and Li Xiao even clapped his hands with tears in his eyes.
I never applaud in class, which is the first time in my teaching career. I was intoxicated by my impromptu teaching plan.
I smartly drew a horizontal line under the word "Teacher Ji", erased the word "Teacher Ji", changed the title to "Is it A" and asked, "Please think about it, fill in the title completely and say a paragraph on this topic." Li Jiao was the first to speak. He said: "My question is' Is the student who wrote the words' Teacher Ji is a bad teacher'?" "。
I'm surprised how sharp the students' eyes are! Li Xiao speaks fluently and denies that he wrote the words on the blackboard. Although I don't believe what he said, I still recognize his art of speaking.
The students clapped their hands again, which seemed more enthusiastic than what was given to me. As soon as the applause fell, Wang Na raised his hand and said, "My topic is' Is Wang Na a bad student?'" " . "
Wang Na admitted that she wrote that line mainly to see if the teacher was generous. She said that she was not a bad student, nor was Miss Ji a bad teacher.
Now, she feels that the image of the teacher is higher. I am surprised and happy for her boldness and liveliness.
The applause of the whole class rang warmly again. It's been almost ten years.
Today, Li Xiao has become an engineer; Wang Na studied in France and got a doctorate. When the students in this class saw me or wrote to me, they all said that what impressed me the most was their handling of the words "Teacher Ji is a ...". That class is their most impressive Chinese class.
In fact, in the past ten years, these three applause have been echoing in my ears.
6. What I want is speed. Speaking of winter, I suddenly think of tofu.
It's a "small ocean pot" (aluminum pot) for cooking tofu. It's hot. The water is rolling, like the eyes of many fish, and there is still a small piece of tofu in it, which is tender and smooth, like a white fox coat that is worn backwards.
The pot is on the "foreign stove" (kerosene does not blow the stove), and the stove is blackened, which shows the whiteness of tofu. It's night and the house is very old. Although "foreign lights" were lit, it was still dark.
Sitting around the table are my father and our three brothers. The "foreign stove" is too high. My father often stands up, leans back slightly, stares at his eyes, reaches into chopsticks from the dense heat, picks up tofu and puts it in our pickles one by one.
Sometimes we do it ourselves, but the stove is too high, and we always enjoy it. This is not eating, just playing.
Father said it was cold at night, so everyone would be warmer after eating. We all like this kind of white water tofu; As soon as I served, I looked at the pot eagerly, waiting for the hot air, waiting for the tofu that fell from my father's chopsticks in the hot air.
It is winter again. I remember it was on the night of November 16th of the lunar calendar. Mr. S, Mr. P and I are sitting by the West Lake. Mr. S has just arrived in Hangzhou to teach, and wrote in advance that "we are going to visit the West Lake, whether it is winter."
The moonlight that night was really good, and now it still shines on me. It turned out that the night before was the "first of the month"; Maybe the moon in November is really special.
It's past nine o'clock, and it seems that we are the only rowers on the lake. The wind is a little strong, and the moonlight sheds soft water waves; At that moment, the line reflected light, like a new silver coin.
There are only faint shadows left on the mountains on the lake. Occasionally there are one or two lights under the mountain.
S Jun Kouzhan has two poems: "A few stars shine on the fishing village, and the ink is light and the distance is light." We don't talk much, only the sound of oars is even.
I gradually fell asleep. P jun "hello" for a moment, then raised his eyelids and saw him smiling.
The boatman asked him if he wanted to go to Jingsi Temple. Today is Amitabha's birthday, and it's quite lively there. When I arrived at the temple, the temple was brightly lit and full of the voice of Buddha chanting, as if waking up a dream.
This was more than ten years ago, and Mr. S often wrote to him. Mr. p heard that it was changed several times. The year before last, he received a special tax from a special tax bureau, and never heard from him again. After a winter in Taizhou, there are four people in my family.
Taizhou is a mountain city, which can be said to be in a mountain valley. There is only one street two miles long.
On other roads, almost no one can be seen during the day; It is dark at night. Occasionally, someone's window reveals a little light, and pedestrians hold torches; But that's very few.
We live at the foot of the mountain. Some are the wind in the pine forest on the mountain and the shadows of birds in the sky.
I went in late summer and left in early spring, but it seems that I have been living in winter; But even in winter, it is not cold. We live upstairs, and the study faces the road; You can clearly hear someone talking on the road.
But because there are too few people walking, sometimes there is a sound, which can only be heard when the far wind comes, but it is unexpectedly outside the window. As strangers, we often just sit at home besides going to school.
My wife is used to that kind of loneliness, too, and only stays with our father. Although it is always winter outside, it is always spring at home.
Once I went to the street, when I came back, the wide window of the kitchen downstairs was open, and their mother and son were lined up side by side; Three faces smiled at me with innocent smiles. It seems that Taizhou is empty, only the four of us; The sky is empty, and there are only four of us.
It was the tenth year of the Republic of China, and my wife had just come out from home and was at home. Now she has been dead for almost four years, but I still remember the shadow of her smile.
No matter how cold, windy and snowy it is, it always warms my heart when I think about it.
7. Ask to write a 600-word character description composition with more details, and add 20 points to familiar faces to satisfy yourself.
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
8. Write a composition describing the characters, with details of at least 600 words: "Friends have lived together all their lives, but those days are gone. In a word, the love of my life, a glass of wine … "On hearing the song Friends, I thought of my good friend Wang.
Wang is 10 years old this year. He is very cute, with a smile on his round face. There are a pair of small eyes like black gems under the crescent-shaped eyebrows. When they are very small, they will narrow into a line.
When you meet her, you will be moved by her innocent, lively and lovely image. Wang likes playing the violin, and her mother trained her since she was a child. She studies very hard, and no matter which song she plays, she is very focused and never misses a small detail.
Once, while she was playing the piano, I was listening. It sounds like stepping into the palace of music, sometimes immersed in high melody. Sometimes immersed in a low rhythm. In a word, I was intoxicated by her wonderful piano sound.
Wang not only likes playing the piano very much, but also is a good boy who is reasonable and considerate. The thing is this: one morning, it was sunny outside, but I was sitting alone in the classroom staring blankly.
My good friend Wang walked up to me with light steps and said kindly, "Jiaqing, what's wrong with you?" I said with a straight face, "I'm in trouble because I failed the exam." After that, I took out the test paper and showed it to her.
She glanced at me and said, "Look, these questions are all caused by carelessness. Just be careful in the future." It's been several days since the exam, so don't look back in the future, because it won't make progress.
You should go forward bravely, keep climbing and strive to create your brilliant future! "What she said touched me very much. At this time, I am all smiles and refreshed.
She's right. I can't fall down and get up because of a little stumbling. So, how should I face the complicated society when I grow up? This is, I suddenly woke up and said to Wang, "Thank you, Lulu. If you were a calligrapher, what would you write if I asked you to mention words?" Without thinking, she said, "Adversity is absolute and prosperity is relative. We should bravely accept the challenges of life. " As soon as she finished speaking, a ray of warm sunshine shot recently, as if praising the deer for doing it right; It also seems to symbolize the eternal friendship between our schools.
From what she said, I understand that there will always be setbacks and bumps on the road of life, so you should face them bravely. My good friend Wang Yongyuan and I are good friends and will always be friends who are United, friendly and help each other.
May our friendship last forever. The thread in the loving mother's hand made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late, but how much love did an inch of grass win? "It is said that there is one of the kindest and greatest women in the world. She is our mother. It is said that there is one of the most beautiful and gentle voices in the world, and that is the mother's call to her children. It is said that there is one of the greatest, most selfless and hardworking people in the world. She is still our mother! I'll give you another message, but don't tell my mother! My mother is a very talkative person, and her nagging is infected by my grandmother, but my mother is "shine on you is better than blue" and she is even more talkative than my grandmother! If I want to watch TV for a while after finishing my homework at the weekend, it will be a terrible crime for my mother. My mother will definitely tell me earnestly: "Xiao Ming, your mother is not forcing you to study, but you will graduate from primary school immediately and want to get into a good middle school. How to do this? "Go and read!" "Xiao Ming, I usually object to your watching TV. What are you doing? You have to watch TV when you play chess! " And so on, my ears are getting calluses, but my mother still keeps talking. Sometimes I can't help but give my mother advice. My mother always looks at me helplessly: "Where did I nag?" Whenever I see her face full of doubt, my lips are speechless.
For my study, my mother has always been a time system, that is, the amount of homework and time are stipulated, so that I must complete the task within such a time. Even if I finish it ahead of schedule, I will sit there and grind out the time even if I sit. This is my mother's attitude before, so her grades have improved rapidly! It's just that after I told her, it stopped. I still adopt my father's task system, that is, I don't specify the time, I only specify the task. As long as I finish and feel qualified, I'm finished! My mother taught me to study hard since I was a child. When I was a child, I always found her annoying. Card I am a primary school student now, and I should be sensible.
Mom is for me, because I want to study hard, and I hope I can get into a good high school. In the sixth grade, I just wanted to play, not study. However, during this summer vacation, I thought a lot. My mother was in poor health and needed exercise, but she gave up. She worked day and night for * * *, and got up at 5 o'clock in the morning to make breakfast for me. How difficult it is! I want to study hard for my mother. There has been a power outage for one day in recent days, and the weather is very hot. When I came home for dinner at noon, I said, "It's so hot.
"Mom quickly picked up the fan and gave me a hard fan. I was too excited to speak at that time. When I leave for a good meal, she often says to me, "Ride slowly, watch the car and study hard!" " I nodded my head.
Since I promised my mother to study hard, I should do it. There are also bits and pieces of getting along with my mother, and I can't finish talking for a day and a night.
You should, too, so be obedient and don't live up to the hopes of teachers and parents. You should study hard. Maybe this is just a trivial matter in the eyes of many people, but when you think about it, don't these trivial things also contain a mother's affection? I love my mother! I am proud to have a good teacher like me. She is my head teacher, Miss Jiao.
When I first entered middle school, I heard that our head teacher was an excellent teacher, Miss Jiao. I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher, and I was a little excited. In my anxious expectation, finally in the evening, Miss Jiao appeared in front of us. First of all, I don't think she should be our future head teacher, Miss Jiao! So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, she is not much older than us.
9. 600 words of sunshine composition in my heart describe deskmate with details of people and environment, a familiar and unfamiliar word, deskmate. I knew many of them in primary school, but in the two years after I entered junior high school, I gradually forgot them, but I couldn't forget a deskmate.
He, a sunny and handsome boy; He, a charming boy with his own personality; He is a kind boy who likes to learn and help others. How happy he is, he always hides his sadness, brings happiness to others, and lets others pass this happiness on forever.
Although I am now in the second grade, in these two years, when I am lonely, I will think of his eyes full of happiness and vitality; When I cry, I think of him making me laugh; However, when I met with difficulties again, I seemed to hear him say; "Don't slack off, work hard, you can. You are the first, you can succeed, but you must live your own life. " It is because of his words that I have the confidence to overcome difficulties.
I remember in primary school, one day, the teacher asked us to read every word, because the teacher wanted to choose one of us as the class representative from today, which was a competition between us. In the days to come, when we do English problems, we are very careful, for fear that we will not be class representatives because of this. Finally, the teacher asked me to be a class representative. After I became a class representative, he not only didn't ignore me. How broad-minded he is! I can't forget my friendship in the fifth grade. How pure and beautiful he is! Although we are not studying in the same school now, I believe this friendship will last forever.