A fragment describing a person describes a composition.

1. I am familiar with many people, but the person I know best is my mother, and I know her very well. My mother is of medium height, with black hair, big eyes and a glib tongue. My mother is eccentric. When I am good, she is as gentle as a sheep. I am like a bison when I do something wrong or don't study hard, and I have a bad temper. My mother likes shrimp and wine best. She also likes playing mahjong on the computer and looking up information online. My mother studies very hard and often works around the clock. My mother said: "It is also a great enjoyment of life to prepare lessons while eating melon seeds at home!" So what! My mother is a biology teacher in middle school. She often teaches me biology, probably because of heredity. I also love biology. Under the influence of my mother, I know a lot about biology. So, I can be regarded as a doctor of biology in my class. Once, the teacher wanted to teach a text called Kingfisher. She asked us to go home and look for information. As soon as I got home, I asked my mother for help. I plausibly said, "Kingfisher is called Yulang in Cantonese. The largest and most widely distributed kingfisher is the Eurasian kingfisher ... "After listening to my mother's words, I seemed to know the kingfisher like the back of my hand, clapping my hands again and again and worshiping her very much. My mother is very kind to me. Whenever I have any questions, she will help me to answer them. She is also my friend for life. My mother is both my good mother and my good teacher, because she has given me sincere love and endless knowledge. My father is a tall man with big eyes and black hair ... He is also a kind person, who likes to take part in activities ... I remember once failing in the exam. But my father didn't scold me, and said, "study hard in the future." I am a teacher now. Dad has to work to earn money to support us and get up early every day. From Monday to Friday, my father would get up early to cook for us ... When I was a child, my father often told me stories, such as Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood and Snow White ... In fact, when I was a child, I was very naughty and often broke things. Dad would say, be careful not to break things again next time. Every child makes mistakes. You are a good boy. This sentence is deeply imprinted in my heart. I want to say to my father: Dad, you are really great. You are my hero. There are many people in my mind who deserve my admiration, but there is one person whose character has benefited me all my life-the cleaner. I remember on that cold morning, on my way to school, I vaguely saw a man, a cleaner. I saw her wearing a uniform and a mask, with a broom in her left hand and a dustpan in her right. The wind that stung her face turned her ears red. She held a dustpan in her left hand and a broom in her right hand, sweeping carefully and patiently. I saw her sweep this stolen goods and that stolen goods. I don't know how many times this action has to be repeated. Look, how well her hands cooperate! When the dustpan is full, pour it into the garbage truck carefully, for fear that the ground just swept will be dirty again. Sweep it again when you're done. I can see from her eyes how much she wants everyone to stop throwing stolen goods and keep the road clean. Just then, a strong wind came and blew the road dirty again. The cleaner said helplessly, "Well, I can't help it. I have to sweep it again." Say that finish, she began to sweep. This time, she swept the garbage together first, and then swept it into the dustpan with a dustpan. When it is full, she blocks her mouth with a broom to prevent the garbage from falling, and then enters the garbage truck. I think it will save more time and sweep the garbage. On second thought, the cleaner swept all the rubbish. I walked into him without hesitation and said with a smile, "How kind of you! I want to learn from you the spirit of silent dedication! " Hearing this, the cleaner's eyes smiled. This is the person I admire most. A person who gets up early every day and is greedy for the dark and silently dedicated. Isn't this man's character worth learning? My mother often wears colorful clothes, long hair, round eyes, a flat nose and a smile on her mouth. She looks very gentle. My mother is busy from morning till night and gets up early every day. She gave me bread and flour after getting up. How tired she was! My mother is very enthusiastic. Every time I take my classmate home, she will treat me warmly. My classmates all say that my mother is good, not only enthusiastic, but also good at cooking. So my good friends come to our house as soon as they have time. I am jealous, but more happy and proud of having such a mother! My mother is very cheerful, and we are completely friends, which makes my friends have no pressure or constraints at all. My mother's personality is very different from others. My mother has a bad habit of not saving face when she speaks. I remember one time, I failed the math exam, and my mother was very angry. Instead of hitting me, she sarcastically said I was a big fool. Maybe some people have personal experience like me. You know how important this is to us. My mother is also a nag. My mother always tells me to go to school slowly in the morning, watch the car and don't be naughty at school.

Mom, mom, I am 1 1 year old. Do you need to tell me about these things? Mom, the advantage of my mother is that she is very original. She even knitted me several sweaters! My mother is very honest and often teaches me to be an honest child. My mother's only shortcoming is that she is a nag. I always have to say one thing several times, and my ears are getting calluses, but my mother is really good to me and my father, and she is also a competent and good mother. Mom! Thank you for your love and concern for me and for giving me a warm home! In short, a thousand words can be summed up in five words: thank you, mom! My sister, my sister is over 4 years old this year. She has a round face, dark hair and sparkling eyes under her pale eyebrows. Sometimes she looked around, sometimes she couldn't take her eyes off, as if she were thinking about something. A small one.

2. Write a character description. The action of walking 1. 1949 One night at the end of September, a tall China man quickly set foot on a ship bound for France.

When he walked through the fog of a small English canyon and stepped onto the deck against the sea breeze, he could see that his steps were steady and vigorous; The span of his every step is always 0.85 meters-this is the habit formed by his years of geological work and long-term field investigation. Every step he usually takes has actually become a ruler to measure the earth and calculate the distance between rock layers.

2. At the crossroads, there is an old woman with a slight hunchback and a fat figure, who is struggling to walk on the empty road with an umbrella. The wind came at me with heavy rain. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, stepped back half a step and staggered forward.

3. A group of Dai girls are carrying small spinning wheels on their shoulders, holding small lanterns in their hands, and their tight skirts are swaying in the wind. Their figure is so slim, their steps are so light and their manners are so generous, as if a group of beautiful fairies descended from the sky.

4, "Rinrin", off work. My brother immediately turned off the machine tool and strode into the water next to his head. In an instant, those "black hands" covered with oil turned white.

He came to the carport in three steps and made two steps, and started the "flying pigeon". As soon as his left foot stepped on the pedal of his bicycle, his right thigh crossed the cushion. Before he could sit still, he screamed, kicked off the car, and the flying pigeon rushed out of the factory door and roared off. The action of running is 1. The young man ran well, from the initial sprint to the constant running on the way.

He ran with his head held high like a pony: his stride was symmetrical, his stride frequency was compact, his pedaling was strong, and his waist was relaxed-the whole movement was elegant and elastic. 2. Xuan Shi's steps are even, his arms swing back and forth, and his steps are getting faster and faster. He leans forward as if he were going to fall down and struggles to run forward quickly.

At the end of the race, she held her head high and stood out, and finally won the first prize. 3. In the first winter training of Lang Ping's volleyball career, the coaches began to give Lang Ping a "small stove".

Long-distance running-Lang Ping ran round and round the 400-meter track ... his head was swollen, his chest ached and his legs could not be lifted. Stop? Don't! The brain gives clear instructions and moves on ... Sweat has wet the hair into locks, and the sweat flows from the forehead to the mouth, which is bitter and astringent. How I want to lie on the runway at once and stretch my limbs to relax! Suddenly, a strange smile climbed up the corner of her mouth-she suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she always looked forward to tasting the taste of not jumping again, and now she really tasted it, bitter and astringent.

As soon as the shot rang, the two girls rushed forward like arrows. Their movements are coordinated and powerful, flying briskly on the ice, just like two swallows flying close to the ground, and you can't give in to each other.

Finally, under the enthusiastic cheers of the coach and the audience, they rushed across the finish line almost at the same time. Hand movements 1. I just opened the textbook and suddenly saw a picture under the glass plate.

"Deer, my favorite sika deer, draw it." I thought to myself, open the painting, pick up the brush, divide three times five by two and tick off a deer.

However, because I didn't observe it carefully, I painted the deer head as a child's head. How much is not beautiful! Erase the repaint, but draw it to the right.

I had to draw another duck swimming in the river on the left side of the paper and "twist" the deer's head to make it look at the duck. I've finished painting. It's really good.

In the fifth grade, 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. " 3. I saw a male classmate come up to the stage, quietly spread out a roll of white paper, raised a brush full of thick ink, meditated a little, and painted while flying like a phoenix.

With the constant bleeding of the brush, a lifelike horse appeared on the drawing paper. It holds its head high and goes forward bravely, showing an irresistible force.

4. Disgusting "smelly elder sister", so nobody cares, do you want to ruin my experiment? I gave my finger a heavy flick. Who knows it didn't bounce off, but it angered this "smelly elder sister". It immediately gave off an unpleasant smell and made me run back to the house, covering my nose.

The room is quiet, only the TV is ringing. Dad suddenly grabbed the corner of the table with a wave of his hand.

1 of "beep", slapped on the table, bowls, plates and chopsticks all jumped up, and the glass at the corner of the table fell to the ground and broke. 6. Holding a small hazelnut in one hand and a heavy pair of pliers in the other, look directly at the hazelnut.

The pliers drop slowly, but they often hit one side. After a while, their hands were smashed several times. There was a painful expression on her face.

7. xu teacher teaches us Chinese. She holds chalk in her dexterous hands every day and writes carefully on the blackboard. We can't help imitating her handwriting in our notebooks.

After Haitao found the sparrow's nest, he put a flashlight in his waist, spat on his hand and climbed up. Before climbing to the sparrow's nest, he lowered his head and said to us, "Hey, look carefully and get ready to catch sparrows!" " "Say that finish, he stood on another branch and straightened up.

Unexpectedly, the sparrow's head hit the sparrow's nest and got a fright. There was a creeping sound from the nest, and then several sparrows rushed out desperately. Haitao was in a hurry and reached for one.

He took a photo of the nest with his flashlight, and there was only one left, which may not be crowded out, chirping. Haitao reached out and grabbed another one. He put it in a plastic bag and threw it in front of Xiao Pang. Xiao pang happily picked it up and took the sparrow from.

3. It seems that Mr. X is in his thirties, with a pair of black wide-brimmed glasses on his serious rectangular face and two small eyes shining behind them; Two corners of the mouth are always closed, and they don't like to talk at ordinary times.

As far as I can remember, he seems to be wearing only a semi-old blue dress, and his sleeves are always pulled. Whenever class is over, he puts the book under his arm, puts the remaining half piece of chalk in his pocket, lowers his head, and slowly walks to his office step by step like a footprint.

However, in class, he seems to be a different person. He talks a lot in class and reads the text loudly. Sometimes he is red in the face with excitement. He goes to the platform and waves his arms ... The students' attention is attracted by him. They look at him with wide eyes.

4. Write the fragment 1. 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 big 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? "

His long blond hair and thick beard set off his handsome, powerful and well-featured face. A pair of bright light blue eyes, full of life experience and emotional flame. When he is quiet, those eyes make his face look sad and kind. But when it comes to fighting, Spartacus is completely different. In the fighting field, gladiators will fight with a face twisted with anger; His eyes are like lightning, and they look terrible.

3. Beautiful paragraphs, good sentences and good paragraphs about writing people.

In the dim light, I found that the light was still on in the room. 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.

5. Xiaomaha (Mongolian), with fine features, red lips and white teeth, round face, high nose, black curls, is quite handsome. It's just that the ears are long and ugly, but the old people all say it's a "Buddha statue". They are blessed.

6. My sister is beautiful and smart, but her mouth is too greedy. One day, my grandmother sent me a bag of apples. As soon as I turned around, some apples had disappeared. I saw that her coat pocket and trousers pocket were full of apples, and she was still chewing a big piece in her mouth. I said to her, "You are a greedy cat!" She said, "Who made you a sister? Call me sister and I'll give you an apple. " It really makes me laugh and cry.

7. Xiao Ju is fourteen years old this year, but his figure is not high, his arms are still so small, his cheekbones are still protruding, and his ten fingers are like a pile of dead bamboo branches, which seems to be broken when folded; Because she is thin, she looks very light.

8. I don't look tall, fat or thin, and my upper body leans forward slightly, which is caused by not paying attention to reading and writing posture. My face is whiter than others, my hair often looks messy, and I never wear a hat. I have two heavy eyebrows, which are slightly upturned and have two eyes under them. People have different opinions about my eyes, some say it's dull, some say it's vivid, and some say it's powerful. I'm not sure whether these words are right or wrong. I just think my eyes were big when I was a child, but now my eyes are small when I am big. I have a good mouth, but now I talk much less than when I was a child. After writing this, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. Did you just write like yourself, but it doesn't seem like it, a little like it, a little like it. Alas! It's really hard to take selfies.

9. The younger brother asked discontentedly, "What did you install? Unlike jiaozi. " In desperation, I crustily skin of head and said to myself, "This one is called General jiaozi, and that one is called Thin Dry Bar. Have you eaten? It's not delicious Keep it and you will feast your eyes! " Hearing this, my brother laughed. Everyone looked at my "masterpiece" and burst into laughter.

10. That is a scrawny boy with good features. Especially those eyes bigger than ordinary people, shining with wisdom. He dragged his clogs, a shabby green uniform hanging down to his knees.

5.~ Written paragraph 1. The door opened and a young postman came in. I saw that his clothes were soaked, his trouser legs were rolled up high, and he was covered with mud from his knees to his toes, as if he had just got up from the mud. Holding a bag of mail wrapped in tarpaulin in his hand, he forgot to wipe the rain on his face and said to the people inside, "Childhood is coming!" " "

My sister is slim and strong, one head taller than me. Her neck is longer. When I am angry, I will call her "Changjin Deer". She is very energetic. When she looks at you, her eyes twinkle as if she could speak.

The young man looks less than twenty years old, with a pair of smart eyes under two curved eyebrows. You can tell at a glance that he is a capable man. Under a beautiful nose, there is a big mouth and two thick lips. People often say, "People with thick lips are all thumbs." But he has a glib tongue and is a talkative person.

4, my brother's eyes are highly myopic, and he can't live without glasses everywhere, just like a "blind man". Just take off his glasses and he will look like a sheep in front of me. One afternoon, my brother wanted to wash his hair. He asked me to bring him some soap to drink. I proudly thought: Hum! I'll run errands for you first, and then my treat. After a while, my brother craned his neck and beat soap bubbles all over his face. As soon as I saw the time was up, I quietly took my brother's basin away. After rubbing his hair, my brother went to wash his hair and took a handful of water and an empty one. He hurried to look for it, but as soon as he opened his eyes, the soap bubbles made him burst into tears. He groped his way like a blind man, groping around, and finally picked up a towel and wiped his eyes, but his eyes were still blurred, so he went to find his glasses.

I didn't have a chance to look at her carefully until she came near: I saw her ear-length short hair, big eyes and a smile on her mouth. Wear a red dress on the bed, and don't miss the school of Suzhou No.10 Middle School. She said to me gently, "Little sister, take my car!" " "Say that finish, she pushed the bike in the past.

6. The second brother sells seafood. It rains in the monsoon all year round, and it is very hard to get up early and get greedy. He is not tall and not very good-looking. Sometimes he looks like a good man, but he sells goods quickly and the vendors around him admire him.

7. In the carriage, a tall girl looked out of the window. She is strong and healthy. Slightly curly black hair in the back of the head, tied into two locks, hanging lightly. Crimson sweater collar, quietly revealing a dark blue coat. You can feel that this girl is full of youthful vitality and vigorous vitality.

6. Writing a composition seems to be my classmate only yesterday, and we are still listening to the teacher with our eyes wide open in the first grade class.

These six years have passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it has reached the stage of total review of graduation exams. In these six years, we have experienced many ups and downs. As the saying goes, "A friend in need is a friend indeed", which is true.

Every classmate has his own bosom friend, and my friend is her. To tell the truth, she is chubby, with dark skin and chubby hands. But through her eyes, she saw the light of wisdom. We affectionately call her "MengMeng". MengMeng is very helpful.

There was a famine in Guizhou, and people were anxious like ants on hot bricks-running around. It doesn't matter how much our school mobilizes us to donate things to them.

Just hearing the news, the whole class was boiling and everyone was having a heated discussion. The next day, we came to school empty-handed, and we had forgotten all about it.

And only MengMeng, panting with a big box of things, came, and the students saw it and made an uproar. She put things on the ground, and these things suddenly piled up into a hill, forming a "scenic spot" with clothes, schoolbags, books and money? Even her brand-new pencil case is in it.

I thought to myself: what are you doing with so many things? Why don't you grab something? Thinking about it, I walked up to her and asked inexplicably, "What are you doing with so many things? Why don't you find something to hand over? You brought your new pencil case, will you? " I asked her several questions in succession. She said easily, "This is what we should do and the only thing we can do.

Don't you watch our compatriots in China suffer? Although this thing is small, it can represent my heart. Only in this way can one side be in trouble and support from all sides! "I was deeply moved by her words. I thought she was so tall and I was so short.

MengMeng is such a person, no matter how much he has, he always has to pay, pay? .

7. Write a person's composition. In the world of mother's hands, there are industrious hands, lazy hands, rich hands and dexterous hands. However, I wrote about my mother's hard-working hands.

Her hands are not that big. Long-term labor has made the cocoon skin climb on her fingers, and a layer of light black skin has grown on the back of her hand. When the cock crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast.

Near noon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking lunch. In the afternoon, her hands began to work again: busy cooking dinner.

At night, when the moon is high, my mother's hands are working again: busy washing clothes. In short, my mother's hands have been working.

Mother's hands are hardworking and full of maternal love. I remember a cold winter afternoon.

I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework. It was late at night, and the weather became colder. My hands are shaking, I dare not write, for fear that I can't do my homework well.

At this time, my mother came up to me and said with concern, "Is it cold?" I gently clamped my hand in hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm.

With her encouragement, I finally finished my homework seriously. I remember another morning in the middle of winter, and it was very cold.

In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit.

I tried to lift my feet, but my boots were stuffed with lime. "I can't wear it." I resolutely took off my boots and prepared to let my mother wash them for me. Another thought: My mother will criticize me.

Finally, I came up with a way to kill two birds with one stone. I hid my boots under the door until it was warm. The next day, the weather was a little warmer, so I went to wash my boots.

But there are no traces of boots under the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere.

No sooner had I found the back door than I heard the familiar sound of "wooshing, wooshing, wooshing". Isn't that the sound of mom's hands working? I followed the sound. In the yard, I found my mother who was washing my boots.

Her hand was red with cold and cracked several times. Although it was very cold, there were still a few glittering and translucent beads of sweat slipping from my mother's cheek. I walked up to her, grabbed the brush for brushing my boots and said, "Mom, I'll wash it."

Mother said with concern, "Zhen Zhen, I'll wash it." I never promised, but she has taken her boots and brushes.

Finally, mother washed it. After washing, she carefully dried her boots. Tears blurred my eyes when I put them back on.

Ah! I want to praise, praise mother's hand, but also praise you-mother.

8. Writing a paragraph My brother's eyes are highly myopic, and he can't live without glasses everywhere, just like a "blind man". Just take off his glasses and he will be as obedient as a sheep in front of me.

One afternoon, my brother wanted to wash his hair. He asked me to bring him some soap to drink.

I proudly thought: Hum! I'll run errands for you first, and then my treat. After a while, my brother craned his neck and beat soap bubbles all over his face.

As soon as I saw the time was up, I quietly took my brother's basin away. After rubbing his hair, my brother went to wash his hair and took a handful of water and an empty one.

He hurried to look for it, but as soon as he opened his eyes, the soap bubbles made him burst into tears. He groped his way like a blind man, groping around, and finally picked up a towel and wiped his eyes, but his eyes were still blurred, so he went to find his glasses.