Excellent composition describing people 1 "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures …" Whenever I hear this song, I think of the feelings between my mother and me.
My mother is very strict, with black hair and watery eyes under a pair of curved eyebrows, which is very beautiful. Red mouth, a smile reveals white teeth.
I remember once, we had an exam. When I delivered my grades, my heart was pounding like a rabbit, and I was very nervous! At this time, I glanced at my deskmate, who was also sweating. The weather outside is like cursing me. After the teacher saw my score, I frowned at once, because I got more than 80 points in the exam and thought I was going to die this time.
When I got home, I handed the test paper to my mother with trepidation. My mother took a look at it. She immediately flew into a rage, stood up on striking table and scolded me: "Look at you, the basic knowledge is so wrong." Mother slapped me and made me cry. At this time, my mother seems to be soft-hearted again. Watching my tears fall like golden beans, I said, "OK, OK, just try next time." For the next period of time, my mother accompanied me to do my homework every night. Every time I encounter a problem that I can't, my mother always patiently explains it to me, but she also has to blame it again and again. After a while, I finally got good grades!
Now I understand that strictness has its own meaning.
This afternoon, I quarreled with my deskmate Jiao.
The thing is this: in the art class in the afternoon, (. ) We are both drawing carefully. Suddenly, when Jiao touched my arm, the crayon fell outside and the painting was dirty and ugly. I said to him angrily, "You pay for my book! You pay for my painting! " He just smiled and said, "I didn't mean to!" " "I've heard, I'm looking for opportunities. I will definitely get back at you. So I pretended to hold a colored pen and touched his elbow. He said angrily, "You did it on purpose!" "say that finish and went away ...
When I got home, I told my father about the art class. Unexpectedly, my father sank his face and said to me seriously, "Since he touched you and stained the painting, he won't draw another one? Or draw another thing or animal in a dirty place? Why get back at others? Such a trivial matter, as for this level? " I listened and quickly said, "I will never quarrel with my classmates again!" " "
The next day, I found Jiao and said to him gently, "Let's make up! I was wrong about yesterday, I'm sorry. " Jiao Yunfei said, "No, no, it's my fault. I shouldn't be angry with you."
It has been a long time since I entered the third grade, and it is still deeply in my mind. Although it is only a small matter, it always reminds me to unite and help each other with my classmates.
My father is an admirable headmaster and a good father in my heart.
Father loves calligraphy and practices it when he has time. Whenever there is a wedding, funeral, celebration and reunion in the village, his father's couplets are indispensable, and people always admire his couplets.
Dad loves me very much, is patient and never gives up. When I was a child, I heard adults say that my mouth watered all day. He took me everywhere to see a doctor, and almost all kinds of remedies were ineffective. Many people feel desperate. If it is abandoned in other families. I am like the saliva of a waterfall, which has turned my home into a drugstore, but my father never gives up whatever he does and seeks a cure for the saliva from others. Finally, my father found that eating pig tails to cure saliva, and he collected fresh pig tails everywhere. With my father's meticulous care and persistence, my saliva was completely cured.
My father is very patient. I have been in poor health since I was a child. Although my father's salary is not high and he shoulders the burden of family life, he never leaves. My handwriting is not good. He took the initiative to teach me to practice calligraphy, saying that my father loved me like a mountain. My father's love is unforgettable. Run down the mountain under the sun, the moon and the moon. In order not to let us run around in the mountains, my father bought a suite in the city for me to study.
I want to repay my father's love through my own efforts. Here I want to say: Dad, you have worked hard!
She has shining eyes and a nagging mouth. You know who she is. To tell the truth, she is a real nagging mother.
My mother has shiny black hair, and most importantly, she has a glib mouth. Why did you say she nagged her mother? Let me tell you something!
Once, I got 78 points, and my score has never been so low! I'm sure my mother will nag me again when I go home this time. I'm anxious like an ant on hot bricks, thinking, what should I do? After school, I came to the door carefully. As soon as I entered the room, my mother gave me a stern look. I hurried to the house, thinking that I could avoid it once, but my mother suddenly came to me and asked me, "How many points did you get in this exam!" " "I ... I got ... 78 points." I looked down and whispered. My mother flew into a rage, so her mother's trick-nagging began: "How did you get into the exam?" You got 78 points. If you take these exams every time, how can you get into a key high school? If you can't get into a key high school, go back to your hometown and farm! "I have nothing to say, so I have to go back to my room to do my homework. I'm still a little scared!
How's it going? I'm not lying to you. My mother is a real nag.
I have been in primary school for three years, and the person who impressed me the most was a kind female cleaner. My family lives on the side of the road, and I woke up at dawn. Hearing the sound of brushing on the road, I think it must be the aunt who sweeps the road. When I went to school with my schoolbag on my back, I saw her holding a broom in one hand and pushing a cart in the other. The sweat on her forehead was as big as soybeans, and her waist was arched. I can see her every day. She is neither tall nor fat nor thin, her eyes are wrinkled, but she is strong. Although it was very cold and she didn't wear cotton-padded clothes, she still wore the old work clothes with the words "cleaner" printed on them. She seems to know many people, and most passers-by nod and smile at her. She swept the floor and looked back.
Look, I probably want to see if there is anything dirty behind her, but there is a clean one behind her. Swish, swish, swish, the sound of her sweeping the floor seems to be that beautiful music, calling on everyone not to throw waste paper about. I see her every day, and her figure is so vivid in my mind. This kind woman, whether in hot summer or cold winter, is loyal to her duties and sweeps the floor silently. How much sweat this woman cleaner left on the clean street! Every time I get this aunt, I say to myself: environmental protection on the road is your hard work and sweat. Your efforts are worth learning. You are the person I admire most. Grade 3 of Houxiaohe Primary School in Taiyuan: Liang
Every time my father comes back from work, I think of my careless day. You see, I go home with a big bag and go to school casually every day. This is the most careless me.
I have a pair of bright eyes, a high nose, a small mouth like a cherry and a body as thin as five fried dough sticks. (Unique) This is me.
At noon, when the sun is covered by thick clouds, I am going to school. When I came to school in high spirits, I suddenly found that I forgot to bring my home composition to school. At this time, I panicked and kept saying, "What should I do?" What should I do? "At this moment, I looked at my watch. About ten minutes before class. I decided to go home and get it. In the past, it took me more than ten minutes to get to school. This time, I have to run. After deciding, I ran home. At the crossroads, it happened to meet a 60-second red light. I am anxious to read: hurry up! Hurry up! I went straight home after the red light. After I got my composition, I looked at my watch again. There are still five minutes before class begins. I said, "Ha, it's still urgent. "After I took it, I ran to school. When I arrived at the school gate, I found that I had left my red scarf in the classroom. I looked at my watch again. There are still two minutes before class begins. In order to be admitted, I wanted to buy a piece at the school gate, but I ran home without money. When I got to the classroom, the class had already started. Finally, I was scolded by the teacher.
This is the most careless me. From me, I know that carelessness is not good. I will never be careless again. I intend to be more careful.
Comments: Zhonghui uses unique fried dough sticks to describe his image. He showed his carelessness incisively and vividly through examples and successfully described' careless you'. The handwriting is very good. What he wants to say is to use the expression "watch" as little as possible. It's too talkative. In the future, he will use more written words.
My uncle is a sculptor with a chubby face and a big mouth. Once, in the backyard of my hometown, my uncle was busy with his work. I really want a walking wooden doll, so I said to my uncle, "Uncle, make me a wooden doll!" " "My uncle said," I'm too busy to have time! " "
I left in frustration, in fact, my uncle heard my heart.
After I left, my uncle smiled, put down his meticulous painting, ran into the house and carefully drew a sketch of a wooden doll.
A new day has arrived. My uncle sawed the wood long ago and ran home to continue his work. I feel very strange, because my uncle usually works in the backyard, but today he goes to work in the house, so I feel very special, but I didn't ask him. On the third day, I got up early and happened to see my uncle. I stopped him and asked him what he was doing. My uncle didn't answer, gently pushed me away and went to work in the house again.
On the fourth day, when I was still sleeping, my uncle put a walking wooden doll beside my bed. When I woke up, I saw the lovely wooden doll at first sight. I was very surprised. Suddenly, I thought of my uncle.
I hurried to my uncle's workbench and saw sawdust and working drawings. I seem to understand everything. It turns out that my uncle has been busy making this wooden head for me these days and wants to give me a big surprise.
My uncle really loves me!
Teacher, you are like a red candle, giving all the light and heat to the younger generation. Your character and spirit are-keep burning! Teacher, the guide of our life; Teacher, the leader of our study! My head teacher is surnamed Xue. She has handsome big eyes. Short hair makes her particularly clean and neat, and oval face makes her more amiable.
She is a teacher who respects her students. I remember once, I made a mistake and was called to the office by the teacher. My face is as red as a ripe apple, and I feel ashamed. I can't wait to find a crack in the ground and think, "I'm the monitor." There are so many teachers in the office. What do you think of me? " But "the teacher's orders" were like a mountain, so I had to bite the bullet and walk slowly into the teacher's office. As expected, the office was packed, and Mr. Zhang was busy approving homework. Teacher Wang is drinking tea leisurely; Teacher Tang is discussing the difficult problems in teaching. I was even more embarrassed, so I had to summon up courage and walk slowly to Mr. Xue's desk. At this time, Mr. Xue put down his pen, looked around, thought for a while and took me outside the office. She talked with me in Kan Kan, which not only made me realize my mistakes, but also taught me a lot about being a man.
Teacher Xue not only respects students, but also teaches well. Once in an open class, the teacher conquered us with her sweet voice, vivid explanation and fascinating story. Hands up, like upright saplings. Driven by the teacher, everyone's answers were wonderful, and the open class was a great success!
A drop of water can reflect sunlight, and countless drops of water converge into an ocean of knowledge. The engineer of the soul starts from bit by bit and holds up the sun of tomorrow with painstaking efforts and sweat.
My mother is sometimes gentle and sometimes erupts like a volcano. Let me introduce my mother.
My mother is 4 1 year old this year, and her height is 1 m 65. There are more than 30 white silver hairs between her long black hair, and her eyes are not as bright as before. She has a small cherry mouth and cares about me and my brother, but sometimes she nags me and my brother.
Once, when I was 4 years old, 15-year-old brother took me to play by bike. When I got home, my hand slipped and I fell off my bike. I was left with blood all over my face, hands and legs, and I burst into tears. When I got home, my mother's volcano began to erupt. My mother pointed to my brother and said, "Look at what you did. Your brother fell so badly. You are not allowed to take your brother out in the future. " At that time, I thought to myself: my brother must have unspeakable discomfort in his heart. After my mother nagged, she bandaged my wound and said sadly, "Are you all right? Please ask for leave from school tomorrow. "
Another time, I got up late for school, and it was already 7: 00 10, but I waved and said, "Nothing, it's only 7: 00, and class doesn't start until 8: 00!" "Hurry up, there are many traffic lights on the road." Mom said seriously. I stretched out a waist and said, "It's late, and the kindergarten teacher doesn't criticize." My mother pulled me up and shouted, "Get up, hurry up!" " "I was so scared that I quickly sat up, dressed, packed my schoolbag and said to my mother," Mom … Mom, hurry up … let's go! " "
This is caring for me and nagging my mother. Do you like it?
Excellent composition description person 10 "Look at you, it's like this every time. You see your sister doesn't need me to nag, which makes me angry! " As soon as I got downstairs, I heard my mother nagging. My father works in other places, and my mother takes care of my brother and me at home. My brother, I guess. By the way, let me introduce my mother to you!
My mother has an oval face and a mole on her eyebrows. She is different, you can see it at a glance in the crowd.
My mother's biggest weakness is nagging. When I got home, I was either nagging me or nagging my brother. No, I heard the nagging and hurried upstairs. I opened the door and my brother was crying. My mother, like a little monster who has just been yelled at, said angrily, "You said you didn't listen carefully at school. You said you were in a daze when you were doing your homework, and in a daze when no one was around. You have no mind to study at all. " I just walked in, put down my schoolbag and said to my mother, "Mom, calm down. Mom, stop it. You let the neighbors hear you. This is not good. " My mother looked at me angrily and stamped her foot and said, "I still have to calm down!" " "I quickly said to my mother," What's wrong with him, making you so angry? " My mother glared at me and said, "In this exam, he got 80 points and you got 97 points. Can you compare it? "He is still absent-minded in class, which makes me angry!" I thought to myself: God, my brother did so badly in the exam, who won't be angry after listening to it? "The younger brother said quickly," Mom, I was wrong. I will try my best in the future. "Mom stopped nagging after listening, but she was still very angry. Although my mother is very nagging. But in my heart, I love my mother the most.
Excellent composition describing people 1 1 She is very tall in my heart, and her kindness, kindness and simplicity are deeply imprinted in my mind. But she also has a stern side, which makes me understand the truth that "strictness is love and looseness is harm". In my eyes, she is my mother.
The person who loves me the most is my mother. She cares about me in every way, whether it is food, clothing, housing and transportation. Sometimes when I am thirsty and hot, my mother will automatically send me fruits and drinks and ask me, "Are you tired?" ? Take a break! ..... "Like this, I have heard it many times, even countless times. No matter how I talk, whether it's coquetry or small temper, my mother always teaches me kindly! I learned a lot gradually. Mom is amiable in my heart! Mother is not only kind, but also simple.
When I came home from school, the first sentence I heard was: "Come on, go into the house and do your homework." Hey! I'm tired of listening, and now my mother feels bad, because I do my homework as soon as I enter the room, so as not to waste my mother's breath. Sometimes, I ask my mother to pour me a glass of water. If she doesn't pour it, let me pour it myself. Oh! I see. Mom wants me to stand on my own two feet. Although my mother is strict, she loves me very much. My mother will always be a strict mother in my heart. It is her virtue edification and strict education that makes me brighter and brighter on the road of growth!
Mother's love, like the waves of the sea, comes face to face. Motherly love is like spring water in the desert, nourishing my heart. I think: Mothers all over the world treat their children in different ways, but the great mother of our motherland has given us everything, and I will study hard to repay our great mother.
An excellent composition describing people 12, her "altitude" is not high and her "diameter" is not long. The hair just reaching the shoulder, ponytail, croissant and semi-shawl ball head are tied in different ways. I thought that "there is an aura and temperament (in fact, it is barbaric)" and I smiled. She is Su Yilan, not only my good sister 1, but also my deskmate.
But how can such a smug little girl be the kind of soft bug that collapses? Don't worry! Listen to me slowly!
My deskmate is a slacker, and "staying up late" is her exclusive synonym. One Saturday, after nine o'clock, I called her and asked her to come to my house in the afternoon. She yawned and said weakly, "All right! It's okay! I'm going back to bed! Goodbye! " Let me laugh and cry, it's past nine and I'm still sleeping. What a slacker!
My deskmate is a bookworm and a novel worm. She reads campus novels, detective novels, martial arts novels and romance novels, as long as they are novels. Watching it at home is not enough. Borrowing from the library, from classmates, from friends and from teacher Duan seems to be not enough. I just bought this book, and she snatched it from me before I finished reading it! Alas! What a nerd!
My deskmate is an internet addict, and I feel uncomfortable all day long without surfing the Internet. Her mother forbade her. The computer screamed and broke free, always saying that she didn't play computer for study. So, she goes to Taobao every day, chats on QQ, Sina "knits scarves" and Youku watches videos. It's not too much. She called me while surfing the internet, which made my heart itch. I have strong willpower, which is good. Alas! What a huge net worm!
My deskmate is still a worm, and I can't finish talking for three days and nights. Such a person with personality makes my life rich and colorful.
Excellent composition describing people 13 My grandmother is over half a year old. I love my grandmother, and she loves me.
Grandma was lonely all her life, with no brothers and sisters and no classmates. Grandma has never even read a book. My mother told me never to ask her if she had any brothers or sisters, or she would be sad, so I never mentioned it.
I remember when I was a child, my grandmother often picked me up from the nursery. I like sleeping with my grandmother. I was so warm in bed that I forgot the cold in winter outside the window.
Once, my classmate wore a beautiful sweater, pink with beautiful flowers on it, to show off to us. When I got home, I pestered my mother to knit me a dress. At this time, grandma saw it and said to me, "Baby, grandma knitted it for you!" " "I jumped three feet high happily.
A week later, grandma gave me the knitted dress. "Thank you, Grandma!" I answered sweetly.
That day, I put on my dress and went to school to show off my dress to my classmates. Last time that classmate in pink sweater blushed like an apple, I smiled happily.
At night, I lay beside my grandmother, dreaming a beautiful dream happily!
I'm very happy this New Year's Eve because my cousin has come back from Aksu. My cousin is three years old this year. His name is Guo Bohan. I asked my uncle why he was given this name. My uncle said, "I hope he can become a knowledgeable and cultured person." It can be seen from this name that my uncle has high expectations for my cousin.
My cousin's skin is white and clean, just like a little girl, with big watery eyes, always looking around and interested in everything. But once a stranger comes to the house, he will hide or lower his head. I asked my uncle, "Why is he afraid of strangers?" My uncle said, "He was always brought up by his nanny and grandmother. He is used to playing at home all day, rarely going out, and will not take the initiative to approach strangers. " Seeing my brother so timid, I really worry about him. How does he get along with children in kindergarten?
My cousin always pronounces "G" as "D". Every time he calls "Auntie", he will call "DuDu". It seems that when he calls "uncle" when driving, he will call "Du Fu" or "Tofu", which makes our family laugh.
My cousin is really cute. As his sister, I must help him exercise his courage, learn to communicate with others, correct his pronunciation and make him a real man!
An excellent composition describing people 15 There is a classmate named Song Ziyin in my class. She has small eyes and a ponytail. She is a little shorter than me, and she smiles to reveal two small dimples.
She is the most diligent student in our class. Almost every day is the earliest time for her to come to school. As soon as she came to the classroom, no matter whether there was anyone, she picked up a broom to clean the classroom and the floor. Every day, I hear teachers praise her and classmates praise her. I am puzzled by her behavior. Once, I couldn't help asking her, "Aren't you tired of cleaning the classroom every day?" But she smiled and said, "No, isn't the teacher always telling us to keep the classroom clean and tidy?" Do more work just for exercise. "
Song Ziyin is also a helpful classmate. Once, the teacher asked me to take out the garbage with Li Weiyi. Just after leaving the classroom and arriving at the playground, suddenly a north wind roared and came at us. I instinctively closed my eyes. After a while, the wind stopped. I opened my eyes: ah, waste paper is everywhere, and most of the playground has been blown away. We are in a hurry, and I hate that we are missing two hands. Suddenly, a familiar figure came into our eyes. She is chasing waste paper that has been blown straight by the wind. We ran over and saw that it was Song Ziyin. The three of us struggled to unite and finally "caught" those deserters one by one. Looking at Song Ziyin sweating on his head, Li Weiyi and I said, "Thank you!"
This is my classmate Song Ziyin, a hardworking and helpful classmate. Do you think we should praise her?