Aunt Li is almost forty years old, and years of hard work have left shallow crow's feet on her eyes. However, her thick shiny short hair is still so black. Although the eyes are single eyelids, they are delicate and bright. The lips that are often pressed tightly under the high bridge of the nose show sporadic vitality.
He is about thirty-five or six years old. His hair on his temples is slightly bald, his eyebrows are black and neat, and his eyes are bright. When he looks at people, he pays great attention; When you laugh, you show a neat white tooth; His fingers were thick, his nails were covered with black mud, and he was wearing an old blue cotton-padded jacket and a blue apron around his waist.
4. Xiao Changchun is about thirty years old, of medium build, wearing a pair of blue cloth slacks and a wide belt around his waist; The upper body is bare, muscular, with prominent shoulders and arms; Several red marks were tied to his shoulders by thick hemp ropes, which added to his strong spirit; No hair, stubble is thick and black; On the round face, under the broad and heavy eyebrows, a pair of shrewd and deep eyes flashed; Especially when he speaks, his mouth is full of white teeth, which is very eye-catching-the whole looks like a strong and handsome farmer.
In the dim light, I found that the light in the room was still on. Dad's thin figure is lying on the table ordering food. Ah! Dad works so late again. It was stuffy and hot, and my whole body was soaked with sweat. I jumped out of bed gently, went to get wool to wipe my sweat, and also wiped my father's sweat. When I looked closer, I saw that his face and back were soaked with beads of sweat, his undershirt was soaked, and several mosquitoes stung his father's shoulder to suck blood. I quickly slapped him and scared my dad. I handed the towel to my father, who casually wiped it and went back to work. When I went to bed again, I only heard the clock "Dangdang Dangdang ..." striking 12.
My aunt is in her thirties this year. She is tall, with an oval face and a straight nose. I have a straight nose in the corner of my eye. A few crow's feet are faintly visible in the corner of my eye, but there is also a clever look in my eyes.
7. When I got home, I looked at my father in dismay. He is tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a faded military uniform and a pair of bright eyes embedded in his bronze face. There are already several wrinkles on the forehead. At this time, my father may find me looking at him, so he kindly asked, "Hey, what are you thinking?" I said unhappily, "Dad, how did you go back to your hometown to farm when you were a PLA man?" ? People ask me what you do, but I dare not say. "Dad listened to zheng, eyes a bright, eyebrows suddenly picked up. He said, "Lu didn't have this idea, and even Dad looked down upon it. Without the hard work of our farmers, where did you get your rice bowls, vegetables and fruits? "
8. I suddenly noticed that there were wrinkles like water ripples on my mother's smooth forehead, which were reflected one by one. "One, two, three ..." I counted. I don't like wrinkles, and I can't wait to grind them hard on her forehead with my hands to erase the traces left on her forehead in those years. Mother frowned and lost in thought-she put down her wool and sat blankly. I think my mother is depressed, especially when my father is away. She often does. The crow's feet around her eyes are clearly visible. These wrinkles attest to her diligence and greatness.
9. My mother is almost forty years old this year! When I opened the photo album, I saw that my mother was slim and had a delicate and beautiful face when she was young. Ruthless years have carved wrinkles on my mother's face, and now my mother has a slightly middle-aged woman's figure. Only then did I realize that we made my mother tired today.
10, even more touching is that my aunt drew it on a snowy day. Last year, I went to my aunt's house for the Spring Festival. One day, after a heavy snow, she took me to live. The park has become a silver world, and we seem to have come to the North Pole. But my aunt was not afraid of the cold, so she chose the scenery and began to paint. She painted and painted, her lips were purple with cold and her hands were red with cold. I tugged at her skirt lovingly and whispered, "Go home, aunt, next time …" But she just squinted at the scenery, looked at the painting and waved her brush back and forth on the paper. ...
Good paragraph: a good paragraph describing "perseverance and fortitude"
On this day, the teacher seems a little different from usual. His ruddy face turned pale. He went to the podium and said to his classmates, "Learn lesson 17 today. Please open your's book. " Say, just write the topic on the blackboard. I saw the teacher's hand trembling slightly. The lecture began. His voice was hoarse and caused a severe cough when he spoke. He quickly took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth, but he couldn't stop biting. After a while, the teacher stopped coughing. In order to appease the students' emotions, he said, "It doesn't matter. Continue the class. " In this way, the teacher insisted on finishing this lesson for us regardless of illness.
A rainy night. The dying old man was lying in bed, panting. His body is straight, because he never bows to anyone, let alone to death. His eye socket was deep, his cloudy eyes showed an anxious expression, and his shriveled lips seemed to vomit something, but he immediately coughed and his gray beard became warped. He struggled to stand up again, struggled to support his upper body, struggled to open his stiff fingers, picked up a pen and wrote a few lines of Chinese characters.
I ran to aunt Luo's house. Aunt Luo's light is still on. What is she doing? I gently pushed open the door and saw Aunt Luo lying on the table. I took a closer look and found that she was still writing. I can't help saying, "It's so late, I won't write." Aunt Luo saw me coming and said to me, "I can never write the word' seat' well." I advised her to go to bed quickly. She said, "I can't sleep if I want to write." I was moved by her spirit, so I sat down again and taught her to write "Xi". Before leaving, I still advised her to sleep, and she gave a "hmm". I taught her the word "* * *" the next day, and she kept asking me how to write this and how to write it. Her strength is getting stronger and stronger, and her confidence is getting higher and higher. After a few weeks, she has learned more than 50 words. Later, she changed her job, but I can't forget her hard-working spirit.
At this moment, I can't help thinking of the strong person in my life-Sister Zhang Haidi. Although she is paralyzed, she can't walk in the fields like a normal person and can't go to school with her friends, but she still studies hard by herself. Sometimes, when she can't walk, she puts the book on the pillow and uses the reflection of the mirror to continue her study. I also thought of ostrovsky. Although his lower limbs were paralyzed and his eyes were blind, he still endured great pain with superhuman perseverance and wrote a great work, How Steel was Tempered, which inspired people all over the world to struggle tenaciously with their destiny. I've thought a lot, a lot ...
Good joke: Enjoy Dog very well.
I have a lovely white puppy. Its nose is round and black and its mouth is small. And its feathers are white and pink, but a little purple. It likes barking best.
Seeing four poor puppies, I thought that the puppies were so small that they were thrown away by their owners. What a pity! I looked at the puppies sadly and saw that they were skinny, covered in black hair, with a small black mouth and small pink claws. Their eyes haven't been opened yet, and they haven't had time to see their mother and this beautiful world.
I have a puppy at home. Its fur is black, its ears are very smart, and it also stares at a pair of big round eyes, shining. When it is hot, the puppy always lies on the big bluestone to enjoy the cool, and its mouth is always stretched out. It looks scary. It turned out to be cooling! It is obedient and brave. It squats at the door every day to watch the door for its owner. I love my dog, especially my clever dog. The gatekeeper is obedient and brave. I love my dog.
Long white hair, fat body and round eyes make up a Xiao Liu Li. Because its head and ass are as round as bowling balls, its owner calls it a "ball". Generally speaking, it looks like two balls connected by a stick. Although this little guy is fat, he is not the kind of slacker who only eats and sleeps. Early in the morning, the ball woke up the owner, and the tracker owner took it to play. The ball looks cutest when eating. Whenever he heard the whistle, he shook his body and ran home with a twist. Looks like a model catwalk. The master gave him a bowl of meat, and he ate it without looking up, and the meat residue splashed all over him. The little white dog suddenly became a "little flower dog".
Appreciation of the description of "fatherly love"
The applause lasted for a long time. Standing on the podium, holding the calligraphy award certificate, I am very excited, but at this time I want to say to my father: "thank you, my dear father!" " "I was a naughty child since I was a child. When I am free, I either catch cicadas in the trees or go fishing for shrimps in the river. Bored, I couldn't help drawing a few little people on my father's paper. In order to cultivate my "concentration", my father asked me to grasp the writing brush, but it has been eight years since this grasp.
With my father's help, I won three first places and one second place in the district competition. I can't help feeling smug in my heart: "Dad, don't let me take part in any competition in the future. As soon as I went out, I went home first. " My father smiled and took me to visit the juvenile painting and calligraphy exhibition held in the province. Only when I saw the exquisite calligraphy works on the wall did I understand what a frog in a well is. My father showed me one by one. Some words are magnificent, some are fresh and elegant, some are like tall and straight mountains and turbulent seas, and some are like mountain streams, which are memorable. Father smiled and asked, "What's the matter?" I clenched my father's hand: "Dad, go home and put pen and ink aside, I won't be left behind!" " "The father smiled softly again.
"When you start writing, you are practicing calligraphy", which is what my father often teaches me. The summer sun is like fire, but I am beside the square, splashing ink. My father also gave up the electric fan and air conditioner, and carefully guided me at the table: "It is necessary to practice calligraphy with your heart, so that you can make progress!" The winter wind is biting, and my father always stands by me to help me wash my pen, but forgets the frostbite on my hands. Every time I write, he always reminds me: "Be like this word, be steady and square." I know my father's heart.
Thanks to my dear father, he brewed this rich fragrance of pen and ink for me and propped up this blue sky for me.