When it comes to scavengers, everyone will associate him with "thieves". I know an uncle who collects junk. He often comes here to pick up junk. But nobody praises him! He, as long as he can sell everything Even the rotten film under pressure will be dug out bit by bit, and even a straw will not be let go. But he never takes what we want, even the porcelain cups that are readily available in front of the window are no exception. If everyone encounters any difficulties, he will help them as much as possible.
I remember once, I saw my uncle picking up junk, and I suspected that he had improper behavior. I ran to the kitchen and looked, ah, a cup was missing. Looking up, the window is open and the hand is just right! I guess that garbage stole the cup.
I ran out and saw a cup in his pocket. I decided that he was a thief. Look: His clothes are dusty, dirty and smelly, and patched. His hair is messy, his face is as black as coal, his eyes are quite big, and he shines "sly" like a thief. When he saw me, he pointed to the road behind him and asked in blunt Mandarin, "Little Sister, is that road feasible?" I listened to it and thought: I have the face to ask for directions after taking something from others. I said grumpily, "I don't know! How could you do that? How can you steal someone else's cup! " He looked up and said, "I didn't steal it!" " "Then I silently squatted down to pick up rubbish, and no matter how I scolded, there was no response.
At this moment, a man named Hanako came. The beggar has only one hand, one foot is injured, and he is wrapped in a rag. He pleaded with me and said, "Little girl, please! Give me some money. I haven't eaten for two days and nights. I'm starving! " Oh, what a pity! Just when I paid for it, I found that there was only one in Zhang Yiyuan, and I hesitated. At this time, uncle buttoned up, took out a bag from his chest pocket, and then carefully opened it and took out a stack of banknotes. I poked my head and saw that it was only five dollars. I saw him take out a Zhang Yiyuan's, then put the rest of his wallet in his pocket, buttoned it, and patted it again and again for fear that the money would fly away. He looked at the beggar and then at the money. Finally, he put the money into the beggar's hand, patted his chest pocket, and then silently picked up the junk. I was dumbfounded. I didn't expect him to be so kind as a garbage collector. Even though he didn't have enough to eat, he went to help a beggar. I regret it a little, and I don't think he is so annoying.
When I got home, I found the cups on the table intact. I was impatient just now and didn't see it clearly ... Ah, my face is red. ...
I came to the back door and saw that the uncle had come to the construction site. Looking at what was readily available on the construction site, my uncle left without looking back. ...
Oh, what an honest and helpful uncle! I really hate myself for suspecting that my uncle is a thief. Yes, his appearance is not beautiful, but his heart is beautiful! Although his clothes are dirty, his mind is white and flawless! I will always remember this and learn from my uncle. ■
Comments: The author shows the soul of the character by comparison: the comparison between my opinion of him and his actual person, my attitude when helping others, the hardship of my life and my attitude of not hesitating to help others, and his description of withdrawing money. ■
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. My classmate's composition requires 300 words: describe my classmate with psychology, action, language and manner. I have a classmate named Chen Junliang. He is an active little boy. He has an oval face, a small mouth, delicate eyes, cheerful personality and good at thinking. He is good at all subjects, especially math, and he answers all questions well. His test scores are always higher than others. I'm so happy. Teacher Lin read us the homework of Triangle Man. There is only one person in the class, Liang Jun. It's him again! Teacher Lin took out his exercise book and began to read his answers to us. Everyone listened with relish, and even I was deeply attracted. I think his answer is very wonderful. Teacher Lin finally said, "Liang Jun answered this question well. Did you hear clearly? " The students' loud answers were deafening, but I thought to myself that I would have to ask him for advice after class. Then we changed it ourselves, and it wasn't so superb. The teacher asked a classmate to read her answer. After he spoke for a long time, we felt that it was not as good as Liang Jun's answer. The teacher praised Liang Jun again, which made me envious. After class, I was the first to go to Liang Jun and ask him why he answered so well. I said what I thought, then turned and walked away with a smile. I really stared at the monk-I couldn't figure it out. I thought, Lang Jun, isn't this another joke on me? I was teased by him again! "This person is strange." You slowly savor his movements, and the answer comes out, doesn't it? .
4. 300 words, 200 words and 250 words are enough for the composition about the movements of characters. Rule number one: please forgive my clumsiness.
I once said, "Nothing lasts forever." But I disobeyed myself. Because of you, let me remember and forget.
I am happy because of you. When I make a mistake, you criticize me and help me correct it. Rain or shine, you send me to school every day. When I was sick, you cared for me in every way. In my study, you also care about me, you can't rest on Sunday, and you send me to cram school. Once, you were sick and insisted on sending me to a cram school. You will always be my warm supporter. Who else in the world can give everything for me like you?
That year, you left me at my grandmother's house with a bag on your back. You said you wanted to make money for me, but I didn't say anything. I watched you leave quietly and didn't even give you a hug. That year, I was 5 years old and you were 3 1 year old.
I went to school, I am very proud, "I am a primary school student!" " "At the moment I put on the red scarf, I suddenly felt a burst of sadness in my heart. I saw my classmate's mother waving in the distance. I saw the big bird grooming the bird in the tree. I saw ants crawling in droves, but I didn't see you. I stood there quietly, quietly, like a lonely puppet. In autumn, the leaves slowly fall. I write to you far away, expressing my thoughts about you in clumsy words. But I couldn't post the letter after all. The aunt at the post office said, "Where's your mother? Tell her to buy stamps. "
When the new leaves fall again, I see freckles on your face that I don't know when, especially in the sun. I look at you quietly again. There are tears in your eyes. Come and hold me tight. But I broke it. You just stood there, at a loss. You turn around and silently wipe your eyes with your hands. Finally, I hugged you, and you were dazed, turned around and lost your hand. I hold you and cry. I hold your clothes tightly with my hand, for fear that you will. Slip away once. I was 9 years old and you were 35.
Today, September 30th, 20 12, I quietly wrote down your love for me here. The sky is blue; White clouds are soft; Your warmth is accumulated with years of love. I think I will remember, oh, no, I have to remember. Mom, I will always remember your love.
5. Action description (fragment) composition [Action description (fragment) composition] Action description (fragment) Hey! It's our turn to ugly cans. Let's play a silent action game-guess idioms and write action descriptions (fragments). Ugly can and I are very excited to go on stage! Ugly Can and I started fighting. I gave you such a heavy punch that you are doing your best. We each took a step back and bowed and left. Ugly Chan came back. Only heard a random click, ugly can fell to the ground! Ha! Ha! Ha! I laughed loudly and the performance was successful! First of all, Xie Wei said, "Kick and punch. Wrong or not, we shouted. Then Peng Qian smiled and said, "What a beating. Wrong or wrong. Although he answered wrong, he sat down with a smile on his face. Just when we were about to give up, Sun, the nickname of the fourth grade elementary school, raised his hand and said yes. We are so happy that someone finally got the right answer. This is really an interesting lesson. Let's learn while playing. Action description (fragment) Primary school students' composition is 250 words (/).