My good partner.
Short stature and watery eyes, he is always telling his own thoughts; The color of lips is like the tender and smooth Shandandan on the Yellow River; Although his hands are like a shoddy board, they are very flexible; Although the legs are short, they are as fast as flying; He looks simple and lovely, but he is meticulous and lovable. This is my friend Li. There are endless new things between him and me, but the two things I remember most are as follows:
I remember playing with him in the yard on June 1 day one year. We run and fly. Suddenly, I felt my body shake and fell heavily there. At that time, I felt very painful and wanted to shout, but he went to buy water to drink and there was no one around. I have been sitting there in a depressed mood, waiting for "rescue". I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I heard footsteps behind me I turned my head and saw that it was Li. I felt as if my savior had come, and my mood became excited at once. Li helped me up, first with a burst of comfort, and then helped me into the house, rubbing medicine, rubbing my legs and comforting me in every way. I was about to get up to thank him when he ran away like a gust of wind. "What a good friend!" I couldn't help sighing after Li left.
I remember another time, one day after the summer vacation, Li and I were hanging out. I found a lump of mud, so we couldn't help walking over and getting together. I just fucked around aimlessly, and my hands were covered with dirty mud. I did exactly the opposite with him: he put two plastic bags on his hand and looked at the mud, looking left and right as if he were making a handicraft. I was so absorbed that I could hardly describe the scene in words. I waited for about half an hour before a little clay doll was born from this "artist". I'm a little surprised that an insignificant "little boy" can create such a beautiful thing? But in the face of this fact, I have to admit that he is unique.
Although I have a slight advantage over him in study, this advantage is very small, and he may catch up with me soon. If I don't work harder, we may become competitors in a few days, but I'm glad to make such friends. We regard each other as role models and opponents. As an opponent: not to be outdone. As friends: help each other. In that case, maybe we can call each other "girlfriends"!
2. Two things to write a 700-word composition about people's characteristics. Our substitute teacher, a few days ago, our beautiful young teacher Wang was going to give birth to a "little Fuwa".
A temporary head teacher came to our class as a substitute. One day, we were preparing to exercise. All the students got together in twos and threes to chat. Some were playing games, some were drawing, reading and some were doing their homework.
Just then, a teacher came into the classroom. The teacher looks older. However, there is a happy smile on the teacher's face, which covers her age to the breath.
As soon as we all saw the teacher, the whole class immediately became silent and unusually quiet, but after a while, the students in the class began to whisper to each other about the smiling teacher. Some students say that she is a classmate's parents, and some students say that she is an old professor. At this time, the teacher began to introduce herself: "After a while, everyone will go to exercise, and everyone will stand up, stand up and stand up straight ..." After the teacher asked us a lot, she suddenly realized: "Oh, yes! I have been talking for a long time, but you still don't know who I am, do you? ! My name is Wang, and I have the same surname as your beautiful young Miss Wang. She is Miss Wang, and I am Miss Wang ... "Before Miss Wang finished speaking, the whole class was already upset! The students in the class didn't expect that this old teacher Wang was still so humorous! The teacher's humor brings us happiness, and the teacher's confusion makes us laugh.
We were doing exercises that day. Miss Wang came down from upstairs to watch us do exercises while we were waiting in line, but we were in Class Three. Mr. Wang came down from upstairs and went straight to Class Two. Mr. Wang thought it was Class Three. Mr. Wang also said to a class two classmate, "Stand up straight and don't move!" " At this moment, Miss Li of Class Two saw Miss Wang and said, "Miss Wang, this is Class Two, and there are three classes!" " "Teacher wang suddenly enlighted! Our temporary head teacher, Miss Wang, always wears a smile on her face, but when we don't behave well, Miss Wang's smile suddenly disappears without a trace! This teacher is really a good teacher who knows right from wrong! Teacher Wang's humor brought us a good impression and brought us closer at once. This is what many teachers lack. Only by heart-to-heart communication with students can we be a competent teacher and a big friend of our children! This is our substitute teacher-a big friend of humorous, confused and clear-cut children! She loves us! We love her too.
3. Writing a composition needs to use specific examples to express someone's personality characteristics, 600 words, Chronicle of Fool.
My junior high school classmate Hao Cong, just like his name, is a very smart person. He always ranks among the best in every exam, but he actually takes a "fool" name. In fact, this is no wonder, because some things he does always have a little "stupid" anger.
Once, Hao Cong and I played volleyball on the playground. He accidentally carried the volleyball to the window, only to hear a "crash" and two pieces of glass on the window were broken. I was surprised and looked around. Fortunately, no one found out, so I quickly grabbed Hao Cong and said, "Go, what are you still doing?" He paused and said, "Let's admit our mistakes to the headmaster!" As a result, I was not only criticized, but also fined two yuan according to the regulations. Afterwards, I accused him of doing something stupid. He said: "A fine of two yuan is in line with the regulations!" Do you think he is stupid?
In another Chinese class, the teacher came into the classroom, turned around and saw a blackboard full of words, but the students on duty didn't clean the blackboard. So, the Chinese teacher said with a straight face, "Who is on duty today? Come up and clean the blackboard. " No one answered, and no one came forward. "Who cleans the blackboard?" The teacher's tone obviously increased by three points. But there is still no answer. The Chinese teacher's face became more ugly. He raised his voice and said, "Aren't you going to class? Not once. " Still no answer, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became tense. "Who is the student on duty? Really. " Everyone is whispering in their seats. At this critical moment, I saw Hao Cong stand up, run to the podium and silently clean the blackboard. Didn't he just become a duty student two days ago? Besides, he is not a class cadre. What is he doing up there at this time? Sure enough, the Chinese teacher didn't understand the situation and stared at him and said, "Hao Cong! As a student on duty, it takes three invitations and four reminders to clean the blackboard. Be careful next time! " "I, I ..." Hao Cong wanted to explain, but the words were still on his lips. The Chinese teacher has just started class. After class, I hurriedly called Hao Cong: "Hao Cong, why are you so stupid? It's none of your business to put up with that anger. You didn't explain it clearly. " What he said is quite reasonable. "If everyone doesn't wipe it, how long will it take?" Besides, the teacher is angry. If I explain and toss, won't this class be over? "After listening, I looked at him with admiration.
That's what he is. He always feels "stupid" when he does something. Just say, eat! No matter when and how long the queue is, he always stands behind stupidly and never cuts in line. It's the third grade, and it's time to race against time, but he often stops for more than ten minutes. Some students asked him to be flexible, but he just smiled and was noncommittal. Look at his smile, it's really silly and lovable.
It is because he often does such stupid things that he gets the nickname "fool". So, is he really stupid? This is for your comments only. But I'm sure you will say, "It's better to have more such' fools'.
4. A composition describing a person's movements, demeanor, silence and personality characteristics, 700~750 words, my little cousin.
My cousin's name is XXX, and he is x years old this year. He is dignified and strong, and everyone loves him. He has a round head, and the dark students cover his head like a teapot lid. A pair of heavy eyebrows, like a curved moon, hung on those big eyes. Black eyes are going round and round, and it seems that there will be enemies at any time. He still has a high nose, and the tip of his nose is always high and arrogant. When I laughed at him, his nose became higher and his cherry mouth was not idle. Two thin lips pursed as if to say, "What are you laughing at? You didn't! " He's cute. I remember once, he came to my house and saw a gold powder painting. I can't put it down when I look here and touch there. At this time, he saw a gold powder painting on a plastic box. He thought it was funny, so he tore it up. But he didn't expect that the plastic box and the painting were stuck together. When tearing, more than half of the gold powder fell off and became unrecognizable. He was at a loss and burst into tears with fear. I heard crying and ran away at once. Seeing the horrible gold powder painting, I went into a rage. I almost beat him up, but I couldn't bear to part with it. Who has the heart to hit his lovely little friend 1? He is very naughty. One day, I invited him to my house for dinner. After dinner, my sister and I went out to play, but he hid in the yard and played with my "beach boat" for a while. I didn't trust him, so my sister and I went back to see him. He took a raw egg from somewhere and put it on the boat to play. We watched it for a while and were about to leave when suddenly there was a "crack" behind us. The exhibition broke the egg and the egg white spilled all over the floor. I was very happy when I saw the exhibition. I rubbed the egg white on my face with my dirty little hand and became a beggar. He regarded himself as a "beggar's child" and rushed at us with a broom, scaring my three-year-old sister to hide behind me. He is naughty by nature. He came to me excitedly today. He must have some tricks up his sleeve. As I expected, he said to me, "Sister, will you play the whip with me?" I can't help but agree with him. He found a rope, used mosquito spray as a whip, pressed the medicine on the rope, and when he pulled the rope, the medicine fell down and made a loud noise. At first, he imitated his sister and said happily, "All right! Ok! " He imitated me and said doubtfully, "Why didn't this whip run to the sky, but fell to the ground?" He imitated it so vividly that we all burst into laughter. This is my cousin, everyone's pistachio. Do you like him?
5. Write a person's characteristics. 700 words in ancient Chinese. When the fire faded away, a tall figure came to me, so unreal, just like walking out of the fire. Light green clothes and white gauze. His clothes and dark hair are as light as a dancing butterfly when he walks forward. Charming and charming.
No matter how elegant and refined that person's walking posture is, I can't help but cringe. I buried my head in my knees in fear, leaving only a pair of frightened eyes looking at him.
He came up to me and squatted down, and a faint fragrance came to my nose. I can't help but let go of my hand covering my nose and mouth and suck this faint new exotic fragrance hard. He touched my smoky face with white hands and smiled gently. I moved back involuntarily and looked at him with defensive eyes. However, I will never forget that smile. A clearer smile than a faint spring in a mountain stream. I have never seen such a beautiful person, and his beauty scares me even more in such a bloody and suffocating place.
I can't explain his temperament after many years. That kind of beauty is not as big and magnificent as the average handsome man, nor as charming as the so-called courtship woman. I have never judged a book by its cover since I was a child, but I have been impressed by its beauty countless times. Since I realized this, I have underestimated myself a little.
He looked at me with slender phoenix eyes and said softly, "Your family is ruined, your parents are dead, and the Wen family has no property." Do you know who did all this? "His tone is very dull, and his voice is very soft. Even my mother put me to sleep. She has never used such a gentle voice.
I'm still lost in an unacceptable situation, and I don't even want revenge. I have no home. My father and mother ... are dead. From now on, who will love me and take care of me? My nose is sore and my tears are coming down, but I held back. I bit my lip and shook my head.
He gently stroked my figure left in the sea with his hand, still smiling, and said simply, "Then I will tell you that Huan is here. His name is Huan. "I frowned and nodded hard, and my eyes were wet. No matter whether there is something dirty on my hand or not, I just wiped it at random, but I held back my tears. He looked at me with satisfaction and asked, "Why don't you cry?"
I dare not cry, because someone will find out if I cry, and I will be killed if I cry. I bit harder and spit out a few words: "Because I don't want to die." His smile deepened: "You are right. If you were still crying when I came just now, you would be a corpse now. "
His words gave me the creeps. Such a beautiful person, like a fairy, should make me feel deep fear. If I cry, he will kill me. I was too scared to speak for a moment, just looking at his bright eyes like black agate. He stopped laughing, but his hand was still stroking my tight face. They are like a cold jade, gently sliding over my hot skin: "What's your name?"
"Cai Wen." I found my voice hoarse when I said it.
He withdrew his hand, his slender forefinger slightly bent, pressing his pointed chin. He said softly, "I don't have a last name. My name is Nong Yu. My name is Meiying." At that time, I thought his name suited him very well. He has a flawless jade face and a soft jade voice. But later, I learned that the explanation of his name should be treasure, but it was disappointment.
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6. Write a friend's composition of 700 words, reflecting the characteristics. My neighbor's aunt has a little sister who is five years old this year.
She often wears two short braids, which are tilted when she walks. Her chubby face, curved eyebrows, high and pointed nose and cherry-like mouth make people want to take a bite.
A pair of big watery eyes blinked, as if talking, very cute. Once, she came to my house for dinner, and I asked, "What do you like to eat?" She said, "I want soup."
I brought her a bowl of porridge (no soup was made at that time). She said, "I don't drink porridge, I want soup."
Say that finish, he stood on the stool, pouting and stamping. I asked again, "What soup do you drink?" "I don't know what soup is. Anyway, I just know how to drink soup. "
Aunt asked, "Do you want to drink?" She cocked her little head and blinked and said, "Yes." Aunt pointed her finger at her nose and said, "You should remember this soup. Don't wait for others to ask you. You don't know what it is called. "
My sister said calmly, "I see, tomato soup." My mother went on making soup.
In the process of making soup, my sister kept asking, "Is the soup not ready yet?" "Eat some food first!" I served her a small bowl of rice, but she only ate a little. After a while, my sister drank three bowls at a time, and her stomach was like a watermelon until she couldn't drink any more. At that time, she frightened us.
Look, this is my sister, the smart, lovely and naughty little sister next door, and she won't stop until she gets what she wants.
A 7.700-word composition describing the characteristics of my deskmate.
She is tall and nothing special, but she has a heart of gold. She is my deskmate-Li Yan.
On the second day of this semester, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table with her. At first, I didn't care. A young girl can't be as masculine as me.
The next day, after school in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book because I was playing on the playground. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, because one third of this semester is Chinese class, and now I've lost my Chinese book. what can I do?
In the morning reading class, I stood in front of the desk and stared at the blackboard. At this time, the deskmate seemed to find something, extended a hand of friendship and asked with concern, "What's the matter?" Go ahead. A hard man, shame! Why didn't you tell me? I'm bored again. Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts: "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" " "Nothing?" The other party showed a surprised expression. Then, she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again. God knows what medicine is sold in the gourd. She hesitated for a moment and handed me the book: "Here you are. Don't be all hands and feet in the future. " What, give it to me? I can't believe my ears. I am a young girl who once looked down on me, and I can actually say this sentence. "What ... what, give it to me, what can you do ...?" It took me a long time to stammer out a few words. ""Never mind, I have an idea. " "What about today?" "Then watch it together." So we began to study hard early.
After the last class, I slipped the book into her bag. However, when I got home and opened my schoolbag, my Chinese book was lying neatly inside, and my eyes were wet.
She was reading an old book early the next day. When I opened the old book after class, I saw that the cover had been torn off, the upper corner of the page turned inward, the spine line was broken, and two pages were missing. After class, I exchanged my new book with her, but she didn't agree.
At noon, I found her copying things on the table. Strange, there is no homework in the morning? She does all kinds of things. I'll walk over there, yeah! She is copying two lost texts there. She read a sentence from the book and copied it on a page-sized white paper. What came into my ears was the sound of rustling writing, and what appeared in front of my eyes was neat and delicate words. She was tired, shook her arm, and then absorbed in copying. I was a little embarrassed and decided to make a copy, but she politely declined. After copying, she took out the paste and glued the paper on, and it took a lot of effort to sew it up.
"Jingle bells ..." When the class began, she picked up old books and listened carefully. For an instant, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings aroused in my heart, and I was moved by the love of my classmates. generate burst into tears of happiness and pride.
8. Write a friend's composition of 700 words, reflecting the characteristics. My neighbor aunt has a little sister, who is 5 years old this year. She often wears two short braids, which are tilted when she walks. Her chubby face, curved eyebrows, high and pointed nose and cherry-like mouth make people want to take a bite. A pair of big eyes are blinking, as if they can talk, which is very cute.
Once, she came to my house for dinner, and I asked, "What do you like to eat?" She said, "I want soup." I brought her a bowl of porridge (no soup was made at that time). She said, "I don't drink porridge, I want soup." Say that finish, he stood on the stool, pouting and stamping. I asked again, "What soup do you drink?" "I don't know what soup is. Anyway, I just want soup. " Aunt asked, "Do you want to drink?" She cocked her little head and blinked and said, "Yes." Aunt pointed her finger at her nose and said, "You should remember this soup. Don't wait for others to ask you. You don't know what this soup is called. " My sister said calmly, "I see, tomato soup." My mother went on making soup.
In the process of making soup, my sister kept asking, "Is the soup not ready yet?" "Eat some food first!" I served her a small bowl of rice, but she only ate a little. After a while, my sister drank three bowls at a time, and her stomach was like a watermelon until she couldn't drink any more. At that time, she frightened us.
Look, this is my sister, the smart, lovely and naughty girl next door who won't stop until she gets what she wants!