The act 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 rocks.

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 started the "flying pigeon". As soon as he stepped on the bicycle pedal with his left foot and crossed the cushion with his right thigh, he slammed the bicycle and the "flying pigeon" rushed out of the factory door and roared off.

The act of running

1, the young man ran well, and he has sprinted from the start to the road of running at a constant speed. 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 the notebook.

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, took the sparrow out of the bag and watched it flap its wings. He cried happily, "Have fun, have fun ..."

9. I held my breath, bent my hands into an arc, approached slowly, then swooped forward and quickly buckled my hands. Haha, look where you are going! Tingting also squatted down to watch. I slowly let go of my hand, alas, I only have grass where grasshoppers lie. "What's the matter? I clearly see this lying here. " Cousin said, "The grasshopper jumped out and you didn't notice. No, it is right there. " I looked in the direction of my cousin's finger and the grasshopper was there. I ran another button, hey, I ran away again. I looked at the grass around me. Ah, it was hidden under my feet. I stared at it, squatted down gently, and suddenly my hands were buckled at a height of about 10 cm from the grasshopper. "I know, I know!" I am so happy that my cousin dances around me excitedly.

10, obviously humming, walking in the field. Suddenly, there was a cry of "goo goo". Looking down the sound, I saw a little cuckoo jumping on the carpet-like grass. Yao Ming is very happy. He held his breath, and the cat crouched down and crept close to the little cuckoo. He put his hands in a semicircle and pounced! Mingming caught this little cuckoo. Ah! This little cuckoo is really beautiful. Although its feathers have not yet grown, its pearly eyes are very clever. Mingming lovingly stroked the soft feathers of the little cuckoo.

1 1. I bent my hands into an arc very carefully and then pointed to a button. Guoguo was very sensitive and jumped to the ground at once. I buttoned it with my hand again. Instead of buttoning it, it was bitten hard by the fruit. I "used my quick wits", grabbed my hat from my head and carefully buckled it on the ground. ...

12, he found a red dragonfly parked on the green grass beside the pond. I saw my brother staring, the cat hunched over, leaned forward and moved forward very slowly. Suddenly, he reached out and caught the dragonfly with two fingers. Dragonflies struggled desperately, and my brother jumped and jumped for joy. He tied the dragonfly's long tail with a thin thread, grabbed the other end of the thin thread with one hand, let go of the dragonfly and it flew. He flew with the dragonfly and shouted, "I flew, I flew."

13, I was unconvinced and climbed the tree like him. I didn't expect our girls to be physically weak, so we climbed more than a foot. As soon as my hand was released, my foot slipped and plopped down. However, I didn't lose heart, but thought of a more ingenious way than climbing a tree to pick loquat: I asked Lin Lili to take a long bamboo pole and Xiaohong to take a Mu Cha home. I tied Mu Cha to a bamboo pole, lifted it with my hand, twisted it on the branch of loquat, and only heard a sound, and a string of loquat fell. I gave loquat to my young sisters, who laughed while eating. I'm really happy!

14, Sanye is really a master of melon planting. Look at him walking slowly through the Gua Tian, picking melons. Look, he gently lifted a big yellow-green watermelon with his hand, patted it with his hand, touched it with his fingertips, and knocked it rhythmically with his forefinger and middle finger. The watermelon gave out a "bang". He nodded with satisfaction, pinched the handle of the melon with his hand, and the melon left the vine. He put melons in the basket. He had a smile on his face, and his slightly open mouth showed his broken teeth. Then, fry other melons.

15. Every Sunday morning, wonderful violin music always comes from my window. This melody is sometimes sonorous and sometimes beautiful and lyrical; Sometimes it's like a bird singing in chorus, and sometimes it's like a pine tree roaring. Clouds don't float. The bird stopped flying. The white cat stopped playing, and my friends stopped playing games. They all listened to me play the piano quietly. While playing, I fantasize about a better future for my motherland ... When I grow up, it's really interesting to play the violin every time I come back from the cockpit in Yin Yan!

16, yes, Sophora japonica is very fragrant. When flowers bloom most vigorously, they are also the most fragrant. At this time, almost all the friends in our village went to pick locust trees to eat. Boys climb trees like monkeys and have a good time, but we girls can't climb trees, so we have to pick some flowers from the dwarf locust tree. I only heard a voice: "I found a small locust tree!" " "Everyone gathered together, sniffed the flowers on the tree with their noses, then touched them with their hands, and finally carefully picked two or three flowers and chewed them in their mouths. A sweet smell flooded the whole body. Some girls also took off a string and put it on their heads, and the smell of nuclear flowers made their braids fragrant.

17, I came to a big lotus, stopped, grabbed it and pulled it out, but its handle was covered with small thorns. When you push hard, your hand hurts, and a lot of little red dot immediately appears on your palm. I can't pull it out with all my strength. I used my quick wits to grab the mussel shell, aim the sharp edge at the petiole and grind it. In a short time, Lotus was knocked down by us. I hold the fruit of this victory, and my heart is full of joy.

18, I combed my grandfather's hair again, learned to comb my mother's hair, drew a circle with a wooden comb, chose a winding road and braided my grandfather's hair. Grandpa's hair has turned gray, and I think it's really cute that Grandpa wears my hair. I tied it carefully and somehow hurt my grandfather's hair. Grandpa cried, and I coaxed him into saying, "Good grandpa just bears it." Grandpa really put up with my mercy. Grandpa's braid is finally tied, the bright red rope is tightly wound, and the braid bends from the top of his head, really like a clown on the stage. Very interesting.

19. After breakfast, Xiaoying came to the pool in the yard with a water cup. She turned on the tap and drank a glass of water. Then, she took a sip of water, closed her lips, raised her head and gargled.

19, after sitting for so long, why hasn't the barber started to cut his hair? I saw her holding scissors for a while, putting bottles and combs for a while, and looking at my hairstyle from different angles for a while. How busy she is! He doesn't look like a barber at all, but more like a great artist who is preparing to carve some masterpieces. Alas! Bored as hell, I stopped staring at the busy barber and stared at the scenery outside the window.

20. Shortly after the beginning of this semester, my mother said to me, "Jinshi, you are in the second day of junior high school and have grown taller. I'll knit you another sweater. " I jumped up with joy and said, "Mom, that's very kind of you." My mother came back from work every day and finished other housework, and began to knit me a sweater. I saw her holding a needle in her right hand. She kept poking forward and left, picking up all the threads from the left hand needle to the right hand needle. This action is indescribable. After a while, the needle in the left hand was empty, and my mother changed the empty needle to the right hand to continue knitting. I saw the thread ball gradually getting smaller, one was used up and another was changed.

2 1. A few days later, I found my mother-in-law sewing a pair of cotton shoes every day. She wears reading glasses, holds a needle in her right hand and a hemp rope in her left hand, and supports the thick soles with her strength. Although the doors and windows at home are closed, I still feel extremely cold. Put your hands in your pockets and don't want to take them out. Mother-in-law still sews carefully one by one. She sewed a few stitches to rub her hands, put her hands on her mouth and breathe. It's warm and sewn.

22. After soaking for a while, my mother began to rub it for me. She gently rubbed my neck and arms first, then rubbed my back, chest and legs ... My mother wiped them carefully and never let go of any mud. At first, the water in the basin was clear, then it gradually became turbid, and finally the bottom of the basin could not be seen clearly. I was washed all over, and my mother washed me with half a basin of water.

Body movement

1, 1 of "coax", three doors were surrounded in an instant. People are noisy, pushing and shoving, and in a mess. I was also squeezed in the middle of the lake. I just find it difficult to breathe. I have no choice. A young man took the lead and his body was squeezed in half.

2. Mom said, "Come on, I'll carry you." He threw himself on my back. I feel warm and comfortable lying on her back. Mother bent down and walked forward step by step, and soon began to breathe heavily and her head was steaming.

Wen Li pushed her foot into the snow hard, and her head got stuck in the air. With the help of inertia, I bent down my leg and pressed down, and my head fell down.

When I came back from work and passed the third floor, I saw a black shadow flash by. There is no light in the corridor, so I can't see clearly. I saw a shadow flash to grandpa Wang's door and put something in front of it. Wow, it turned out to be a child! I really wanted to catch that man, but he hid behind me.

As soon as she saw the laundry table, she climbed two or three times and proudly said to me, "Come and carry me!" Hardly had I reached her when she threw herself into my arms. I was thrown back a few steps and almost fell to the ground, but she was still smiling around my neck.

6. The red light blocked the road, the car slammed on the brakes and the people in the car leaned forward together. A middle-aged woman in her forties, carrying a heavy traveling bag and holding a two-or three-year-old boy in her arms, stumbled towards a conductor because there was no way.

7. Her body was shaking so much that she could hardly stand. Suddenly, she fell heavily into the grass, her hand was cut by the grass thorn, and blood flowed down.

8. Chen Xiao, wearing a pair of spikes, stopped a dozen paces away from the bunker. He took a deep breath, stared at the high bar in front of him, and then took firm and powerful steps.

9. Seeing people sliding around on the skating rink, my heart moved and I quickly put on my skates. The first few steps, some cold and cheerless, turned a few laps and returned to normal. I slide forward again, turn left, turn right, suddenly stop, slide back ... a child about my age, like the first time I entered the skating rink, stumbled and stumbled; Swing, squat.

10, Brother Man Xi took off his sandals and quickly climbed a big apricot tree. He moved like a monkey and climbed up in a few strokes. He sat on the branch and waved to us, but the little fat man, I don't know if he was too fat or something, just couldn't get up. Several people finally pushed him up, and just halfway up, his hand was released. "bang!

1 1. Every day when I am free, my father asks me to teach him to turn the hula hoop. I showed him the circle again and again, swinging back and forth, twisting and saying, "Well, just like dancing, you have to twist your waist and swing your hips evenly." Try to make the frequency of body rotation consistent with the frequency of circle rotation, so that the circle will not fall off. "

Dad twisted like me, but it was ugly, so it was illegal. The more I look at it, the more I feel something is wrong. As soon as I was in a hurry, I decided to teach in a stupid way. I put my arm around his waist and shook it like a millstone. Shaking, shaking, I can't help twisting. One is fat, one is thin, one is tall and the other is short. We are so tired that we seem to have been fished out of the water. We are all wet and sweaty.

Don't tell me, this method is really effective, and dad can even walk around in circles. I stand on the side of "discipline": "find the feeling quickly, and you will learn when you find the feeling." I saw my father squinting and grinning as he conveyed it, as if he were really looking for feelings. ...

12, the door opened and my father staggered in, holding a bottle in his hand and saying, "I-smashed-a year's kerosene." Mother took the bottle and saw that there was only one and a half kerosene in it. Dad is top-heavy, swinging from one place to another, and alcohol stimulates him. My mother and I held him, and he pushed us away and staggered to add grass to the animals step by step. Dad went to the barn, holding the donkey's neck and humming something.

13, smile and still can't talk. We bought him a bunch of balloons to hang in the house. When the balloons kept fluttering, he shouted at them "ah, ah" and kicked his two stout calves from time to time. After a while, the balloon burst with a bang. Little startled, leaning back in the chair, a somersault fell on all fours, still screaming and looking nervous, which obviously frightened him. Aunt Mao Mao quickly picked him up, and he was so scared that he shit on Aunt Mao Mao's pants.

14, with the cheerful rhythm of music, the red velvet curtain rises. Colorful lights turn left and right on the stage, flickering. An old lady of more than 500 easily appeared on the stage. She wore an Indian silk robe and was all smiles. She only saw the old woman holding her left hand up and down and her right hand doing the same thing, and her feet kept stepping on the ground. One minute you make a gesture of "facing the Buddha's palm", and the next minute you make a gesture of "the tortoise stretches its neck", which is really strong! She invited four grandmothers with a gesture of "please". They became a beautiful "eight-step dance" one line at a time, two lines at a time, and danced very well.

15, Dad helped me put on roller skates and helped me stand up. Although he stood firm, he was just about to take a step forward when the leg behind him slipped like being pulled, and a "big split" came. I quickly put my hand on the ground so that I didn't fall, and my heart jumped with fear. Dad pulled me up. This time, I was very nervous and walked forward carefully, for fear of slipping back. Unexpectedly, my leg slipped forward again and fell heavily. Alas! It's not easy to learn roller skating!

The act of listening

1. Her piano is so beautiful. When the piano sounded, everything around her was immersed in music. I was intoxicated by this beautiful melodious music. That music, magnificent and powerful for a while, makes my heart beat; After a while, I was lyrical, gentle and charming, and I was completely drunk.

I stood barefoot on the sea, staring at the sparkling sea and listening to the rushing sound. It sounds like an exciting piano piece by a superb performer and a powerful March by a singer, which makes my chest agitate and my blood rush. Oh, how I want to hear the teachings of the old man in the sea!

3. "A, B, C ..." The teacher read it out in fluent English, with a pure and sweet voice, and everyone was all ears. The teacher then told a story ... I listened carefully to every word and sentence of English read by the teacher, and felt so sweet, kind and beautiful.

Xiaoyu is walking on the path, skipping. Suddenly, the grasshopper chirping came from the roadside grass, crisp and loud. Xiaoyu thought it was fun, so she stopped to listen carefully. The sound of "Guoguo" seems to be on the left for a while, on the right for a while, and difficult to distinguish for a while. Xiao Yuqing scratched his head.

Yang Yuying's soft and sweet songs came from the tape recorder. Jiao Jiao sat on the sofa and listened carefully. She was motionless, listening, thinking and fascinated.

He opened his eyes and ears, and carefully caught every tiny sound.

7. The teacher is singing intently. Her singing is so beautiful that all the children don't listen carefully.

8. Listening to the teacher's kind words is like listening to soft and sweet songs and dew after a long drought, and my heart is very comfortable.

9. Kind and soft words are so comfortable to listen to, just like sitting in a theater listening to gentle and sweet songs.

10, the sound is thin and sharp, as if coming from a distance, and like a faint electric bell, intermittent.

1 1. Listening to cricket at night is crisp and a little harsh. Where is it hidden?

12, Dad told the story of Zhou Enlai's composition in Xiaonian. Xiao Qiang listened carefully, fascinated.

My brother likes listening to Grandpa Sun Jingxiu's story best. Whenever Grandpa Sun tells a story on the "Star Torch" program, he grabs the transistor radio at himself, tilts his head, sticks his ear to the speaker of the radio, listens with relish, stares at his eyes for a while, laughs for a while, drools for a while, but seems oblivious. He was simply fascinated.

The act of watching

1, in the middle of the night, Uncle Liu frantically turned the TV volume to the maximum. Suddenly, the inspiring Olympic national anthem sounded in the whole hospital. When Grandpa Liu saw the athletes from China enter the stadium, he was so excited that he waved his pipe and stared at the athletes from China on the screen. He was so happy that he threw the pipe bag on the bed, clapped his hands on his lap, and sincerely praised: "Great! Spirit! Or the spirit of China athletes! "

2. Looking up at that young man, he is coming towards me ... I stood there stupefied, looking at his fading back, and a warm current surged in my heart.

After the man left, I looked at my father and put my arm around his neck and said, "Dad, it's very kind of you to help others without taking anything from others." Dad was silent, just looking at me and smiling.

I stared at my mother's tired figure in the dim light of the kitchen. She bent down, soaked her calloused hands in cold soapy water and brushed the stove with difficulty ... my eyes were wet.

When I looked intently, there was a neat and exquisite pen on the greeting card in front of me.

A big bird flew in a hurry, so I quickly hid behind a tree and watched quietly. Mother bird combs her feathers with her mouth, just as our mother caresses us.

6. Every night, I stare at the stars embedded in the night. They are like countless shining eyes, staring at me tenderly with deep blessings, and they never tire of it. Every blink of these eyes is like a blessing gift to me. Every night, they are like this, sleeping with me.

7. Children look up at the sky for a long time, pigeons of peace fly freely in the sky against the sunshine, colorful balloons are tied with red ribbons, and the Ran Ran rises, making the blue sky colorful. Balloons fly higher and farther, just like stars in the sky at night. Everyone is still looking up, really want to see through the boundless sky. ...

8. The moon was round and bright that night! Like a silver plate hanging in the blue sky. The faint moonlight plated the earth with charming gold. Are we dreaming? Or into the beautiful moon palace? I heard that there is osmanthus wine in the Moon Palace, and there is a big bottle on our round table. But there is no mother in the Moon Palace. We have one in the Moon Palace. Look at our round table. There are fragrant sesame chicken, fat stuffed meat, grilled crucian carp with red oil onion, fried yuba with fresh rape, a big bowl of boiled eggs with chicken offal, jiaozi and winter melon soup ... There are many, many dishes, colorful and dazzling, even a small plate of peanuts prepared by dad for every meal before.