A 600-word composition describing the characters

Composition 1 Description: My grandmother.

Her back is slightly bent, and a dress bought from the market has been stuck on her for many years, and the cloth shoes under her feet have already worn out. Wrinkles climbed up her forehead, and the dyed hair could not cover the white sideburns. She is really old.

I still remember that when the distant relative came with his little granddaughter, I was particularly surprised. In her sixties, she is still wearing a long skirt and necklace, with fair skin and long hair fluttering, and her smile is graceful, which is in stark contrast to her standing hunched body in a rural costume. I slowly looked at the smoke and fell into infinite haze, muttering to myself: Why, her grandmother is so beautiful! I also want a beautiful grandmother! ? Hearing this, she didn't speak, but kept wringing her hands and clutching her apron.

Slowly, with the growth of my age, I stopped going out for a crazy day like a tomboy, my mind became delicate, and I learned to observe her and her every move around me. At dawn, she woke up in the mist, holding bundles of straw in the haystack with her sleeves and cooking with kitchen smoke; Under the scorching sun, she skillfully rolled dumpling wrappers and wondered who in jiaozi would make more cabbage stuffing for me who didn't like leeks. At sunset, she chopped the peeled leaves and fed them to the cooing hens. She smiled and took the egg out of the nest and kept it for me? She repeats these things every day, but I understand them a little. It turns out that she works so hard.

Turn off the lights. When she can finally end her busy day's rest, I touched her chapped hand with emotion, so rough and weather-beaten. Her arms are thin and have no meat. She seems to be able to touch the bones through a layer of skin. I deeply felt how she worked hard year after year, how she raised her father and two aunts, and then raised me.

Talking about my childhood, she just said that I was disobedient when I was a child. No matter in the dead of winter or in the hot sun, she has to walk outside behind my back. Her face and hands are chapped. All I know is that I pulled her sleeve with one dirty hand and pointed in one direction with the other. If she doesn't carry me, I will cry loudly. She can't even eat, and she can't rest for a moment. She feeds me, I don't eat anything, put it in my mouth or spit it out. The young neighbor smiled and asked her if someone had given her money to look after a child like me. She waved her hand and said, one child is enough for me. I won't do it under any circumstances. I'm so tired! ? Then, a burst of laughter broke out. It's easy to hear what she said, but it's a depression for me? Unconsciously, my eyes are hazy. I don't think she is beautiful. Her old age was brought by years. It is because I love and take care of this family that I have become like this. How can I say that she is less beautiful 1000 times or 10000 times than that well-dressed relative?

When the first sunshine shone on the window, she got up early to cook as usual. I pretended to be asleep and waited for her to turn around after work and secretly look at her. She is still wearing that old dress, but I think she is so beautiful!

Charm is beautiful, but the aging brought by love is also beautiful! Just like you, my dear grandma!

Composition 2 describes the characters: Grandpa who doesn't grow up.

? Come on, stop! ? Yes, dad is teaching grandpa to cut fruit? A game that is popular all over the world. ? Well, that's good. Yes, you can't cut the bomb. There is also a watermelon, yes! Nice cut. ? Hearing his father's praise, grandpa smiled, smiling so innocently that he didn't know how many mouthfuls of water flowed down, just like a child was praised.

Grandpa is really old. Last week, he had an examination to find out cerebral infarction and brain atrophy. Dad is worried. In the evening, he held a family meeting for the first time and decided to take my birthday present ipad to grandpa's house. Let grandpa play the above games to exercise his brain and prevent brain atrophy.

? Macro? Grandpa called his father's birth name, and his father turned around and put a hand on his shoulder, gently, like a mother treating a child. What happened?

? Bombs can't be cut, can they? Grandpa asked.

? Yes, very clever. You can cut anything except bombs. ? Dad has always encouraged grandpa, just as grandpa encouraged dad when he started his business. Grandpa nodded and began to play the game of cutting fruit again. Dad also sat back at the computer desk and typed up the report.

Here, grandma came in with a plate of fruit. When grandpa saw grandma, he called her over and excitedly introduced the game to her with an ipad, just like opening up a new continent. Then grandpa made a seat for grandma and let her play with the ipad. She looks like a little teacher. Dad smiled and watched for fear of disturbing them.

On the way home, my father said to me: Grandpa is an old child now, so you should spend more time with him. ? I nodded, and my father suddenly turned around and looked at me with bold eyes. Aren't you good at playing computer games? Tomorrow you will go to grandpa to tutor him in other games. I don't think the game of cutting fruit can satisfy grandpa. ? I smiled and nodded, and I could see that the teacher's important task was still mine.

My father's love for my grandfather is deeply in my eyes and in my heart. My father is old, and I must treat him as my father treated me when I was a child, and of course my mother.

Composition 3 Description: A girl who loves to laugh.

The spring breeze is knocking on my window again. I sat under the big tree in front of the door, turning over the dusty photo album. The yellowed old photo is still lying safely inside, and the two girls are crying but still smiling naively.

Somehow, fate brought our mothers together and made us friends again. We often played together at that time. Once you came to my house, my mother was washing clothes, and a wisp of lavender fragrance slipped into our little nose. Since then, I have loved the taste and the charming purple color of lavender in the painting.

In order to keep this smell, I tried every means to draw water from the bamboo basket? It's nothing. You asked me to take a small glass bottle. Your big watery eyes looked at me, and I seemed to be enchanted and brought the bottle over. You carefully put mother's laundry detergent into the bottle. ? In this way, I can go anywhere with my ideas. ? Your eyes narrowed into a crack and said to me. I was not persuaded, and a new idea appeared. I poured the laundry detergent into a small basin filled with water and soaked the clothes in it. ? Haha, is this convenient? I looked at you in an ostentatious manner, and you just smiled at me slightly. I threw my coat in excitedly. We will often do this in the future, and we will carry this fragrance everywhere we go.

But the shelf life of this happiness is not long. You must live somewhere else with your parents. I didn't like to cry at first, but at this time, tears fell. As usual, you dragged me to hold the big tree in front of the door, even if our arms added up, we couldn't hold it.

? What time are you coming back? When your arms are long enough to hold half a big tree, I will come back to hold the big tree with you. It's a deal. Don't lie. ? All right, hook. ? Hang yourself on the hook/kloc-not for 0/00 years. ?

The childish voice is floating in the wind. ? Please, this is not where you are going. Laugh and say eggplant! ? Dad took the camera and told us that he left a commemorative photo.

Now, I can hug the tree in front of the door like an old man. Why haven't you come back? I still like the charming purple and faint fragrance of lavender, in order to remind myself that I can't forget you, the person who left footprints, smiles and fragrance in my memory. How I hope that one day, walking in the street, I can smell the familiar fragrance I haven't seen for a long time and see that smiling face.

The breeze blew and the leaves rustled. I looked at the photo silently and smelled a faint fragrance.

Composition 4 Description of Characters: Selfless Grandpa

My grandfather is over 70 years old, his hair is gray, his face is rosy, and he walks briskly, just like a sage like a sage, and he is quite lofty.

One day in my memory, it was clear in Wan Li, and suddenly it rained as big as a bean. With what? Huh? Huh? Huh? The sound of the cold wind makes me shudder. ? It's cold! ? However, at this moment, there was a quick knock at the door? Dong? Dong? Dong? . Grandpa hurriedly got off the kang and went to open the door. ? Dr. Ma, I finally found you. A terrible thing happened in my family. Did someone say that you are one? Imperial doctor? So I came to you in the cold. ? It turned out to be aunt Li. Said, and he also took out a handful of good candy from his pocket. Our family is poor, so these are equivalent to rewards! ? My mouth is watering. Second grandpa said firmly:? Don't! Take these back. I never charge for medical treatment. ?

Grandpa said nothing. He should put these sweets in his aunt's pocket. After asking the address, I hurried home as soon as possible. The cold wind roared all the way. Looking at my grandfather in a thin shirt, I couldn't help crying: Grandpa, you have done too much for others. You are my role model. Although the weather is very cold, I am warmed by grandpa's selfless spirit. I followed without hesitation.

When we came to Aunt Li's house, the first thing we saw was a dilapidated house, the walls had fallen off and there was not even a decent piece of furniture. I saw an old man lying in bed, and his face turned into a bitter gourd? Just keep moaning:? Help! Help! ? Aunt Li is anxious to introduce us: This afternoon, he went to collect firewood, but on the way he met a poisonous scorpion and got into his shoes. what can I do? Grandpa twisted his beard and looked at his eroded feet. He thought about it and asked Aunt Li: What about the poisonous scorpion? Aunt Li found it and gave it to grandpa.

I saw grandpa in no hurry, carefully observed it and breathed a sigh of relief. Alas, fortunately, there is no problem. This scorpion is not very toxic. ? Say, grandpa handed a bag of traditional Chinese medicine he treasured to Aunt Li and said: Apply it three times a day and then rinse it with water. ? Aunt Li is grateful.

Grandpa's selflessness touched me, and his dedication inspired me. I am proud of my grandfather.

Composition 5: Find a friend.

I kept going forward and never thought about looking back, even if tears fell all over the floor, even if thorns stung my heart. I also hold my head high and never look back, because they, my favorite girls, are waiting for me in front of my life. Give me strength and growth.

? Find a friend, find a good A Xin, salute and shake hands. You are my good A Xin. ?

A Xin blushes every time she hears me sing like this, burying her face in it and saying she hates it. I just laugh, laugh at her pretending to be a lady, laugh at her pretending to be pure. People are very lady, small and pure. A Xin would say that shyly.

In fact, A Xin is a real lady, really pure. When a boy accidentally knocked over her desk and stepped on her book, I was just about to go up and beat the boys and roll up my sleeves. A Xin would stop me and say with a smile, it doesn't matter, just pick it up. During the rebellious period, when we were all dressed in black, gray and dark colors, A Xin still kept the same warm pink and white clothes and said with a smile that it was not suitable for her to wear other colors. We also gave A Xin a nickname for it? Warm color? .

When I heard A Xin say that she was going to Shanghai, I shrugged and said that you drank too much yogurt. You are talking nonsense. A Xin didn't speak, just kept looking at me, kept looking at me until I said, can't it be true? She nodded tearfully. I realized that our fate had arrived and our fate was over. I didn't send A Xin or call.

A Xin sent me a short message: Find a friend, find a good Xiaoling, salute and shake hands. You are my good Xiaoling.

Composition 6 Description: My Chinese teacher

An ordinary primary school teacher, in his thirties, was covered with deep wrinkles because of hard work all day. His eyes are as bright as two Kongming lanterns. His name is also very common, completely an image of an ordinary person. He has only taught us Chinese for one year, but he is meticulous. His persistent spirit, tenacious will and the spirit of pursuing perfection are deeply imprinted in our minds.

I remember once, our whole class came to the cinema to see a movie. It was windy that day. Walking on the road, the wind and sand often confuse our eyes. On the way to the cinema, the wind blew sand into my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and couldn't get them out for a long time.

My eyes turned red at once and I felt a pain. The movie was about to start, but I was still here, so I had to cover my eyes and go into the cinema. At this moment, our Chinese teacher came over gently and asked kindly. Why don't you go to the cinema? What's going on here? I whispered:? Maybe the wind was too strong just now and blew a grain of sand into my eyes, but I couldn't get it out. Teacher, can you help me? I'll show you. ? As he spoke, he skillfully turned my eyelids down, and then gently wiped them with a cotton swab he carried with him, and my eyes suddenly felt no pain. I blinked and replied kindly:? Thank you, teacher. ? But he smiled generously and said, Come on, go to the movies! ? This warmth is like the fragrance of flowers in the spring breeze.

He has always been strict with his students, especially me. I did my Chinese homework again. I was missing a dot when I wrote the word "Sun Tai". Ocean? . He called me into the office angrily and asked me, why did you come? I said unconvinced: Isn't it just a point missing? As for so serious? However, his face became serious now, and he turned up a trace of anger and said to me, that's not right. If your future work is full of typos, will the leader continue to use you? You are too careless, which is extremely irresponsible for the future! ? Only then did I know that I was wrong, and I was ashamed to change that word.

This is our Chinese teacher, an amiable and respectable good teacher! I don't think he is like a teacher, but more like an engineer of the soul, shaping a talented person and a beautiful woman.

Composition 7 Description: Paper boat, the river.

When have I ever seen vividness? I don't remember.

I only remember a river, a paper boat and two smiling faces. That is vividness, the girl with strong appearance and stronger heart.

? Vivid, my cartoon was not selected. Do you think I am really suitable for drawing cartoons? ? I cried and asked Vivid, sitting opposite me vividly, completely ignoring me and concentrating on stirring the foamed tea on the table with a spoon. ? Vivid, I came to comfort, not to see you stir milk tea. ? I pursed my lips and looked wronged, and the crystal in my eyes kept falling. Silence, half ring. Look up at me vividly:? Look at you. You're not beautiful. Stop crying. ? You always ignore others. ? I vividly took the paper and wiped the tears from my eyes. ? I tell you, Xiaoling, you are no worse than others. They didn't choose your cartoons, but they didn't have the vision and luck to refuse a talented girl cartoonist. When one day you are half the sky red, just wait for them to hug your thighs and cry at you. You are the star of tomorrow! ? I laughed at once, especially when I looked at those vivid and sharp eyes. This is how she comforts people, a special comfort. ? I know I am not strong enough. Forget it. Let's go, put away the paper boat and let my tears and sadness float away with it. ?

Paper boat, river, two girls in memory are smiling.

Vivid and I'm leaving, I know, because, after graduation.

I don't think so. After all, we are so small, so small.

As everyone knows, this difference is two years. In these two lifeless years, only a lifelike paper boat accompanied me and set sail with me.

I thought I would always be there for her.

Today we left in the vast sea of people.

Composition 8 describes the character: a strong old man

I was doing my homework when suddenly there was a shout outside the door. Attention, everyone! I was grinding scissors, and grandma took out a pair of scissors from the cupboard, which were rusty and said to us, Come, let's have a look. ? I have never seen scissors sharpened, so I went out curiously.

The man who grinds scissors is a little old man. He is about sixty years old, pushing an old bicycle with a long stool for grinding scissors tied behind him. Grandma put the scissors beside her and said? Be sure to sharpen the scissors, the faster you sharpen them! ? He nodded his head. The old man began to work. He always has three stones, and I can't name them. The stone is very rough, which is especially difficult for him to grind.

The second stone is smoother, so it will be ground when it is ground, which saves a lot of effort. The third stone is the best. It looks like a stone from a distance, but it is actually a thick iron. The little old man put the scissors on the stone and tapped with a hammer. Correct the bend and smooth the rough place. Then I tried to cut the paper-cut board and put it aside when I was satisfied. A pair of rusty scissors, after his treatment, are exactly the same as new ones, and seem to be more shiny than new ones.

At this time, because the young man came over and asked, how much does it cost to grind a pair of scissors? It's worth three yuan. ? The old man smiled happily, and his eyebrows, beard and eyes were wrinkled. The young man was surprised. Now it's only four or five dollars to buy a new pair of scissors, and you want three dollars. What a scandal! ? The old man ignored him and watched his back go away.

After a while, the old man asked me: Do you think I am embarrassed to do this kind of work? I quickly said:? No, no, no. Although this kind of work is ordinary, how can it be shameful? Grandpa, most people say, 360 lines, each line is the best. Labor is neither high nor low. Only you can do such fine work, and you should feel honored! I don't think so. It's great that you have this ability. ? The old man smiled and said nothing.

An ordinary old man, a strong old man, an amiable old man.

Composition describing characters 9: Hello at the same table.

The sun was scattered overhead, and my eyelashes shattered the light, so I couldn't see anything clearly. After the exam, I just feel exhausted.

I walked out with weak steps, and my best friend patted me from behind and said, hey, how was the exam? I didn't do very well in the exam! I mean it with my heart, not bad. Actually, I know her. She is always the first.

I still remember when we were young, she came first in the exam, surrounded me happily, hugged me and never hid anything from me.

Time has taught us to lie.

I walked to the station and suddenly found that I had left my wallet in class. I have a strong feeling that I can't find it.

I still want to try, after all, it's all my parents' hard-earned money. Still running on the way to school in despair.

In the classroom, a person at the same table is packing things. Obviously there is nothing to clean up, she is still pretending to clean up. I seem to be waiting for someone, very happy. I think, deskmate, she is really nice.

She told me directly before I asked her. Deskmate! I'm leaving first! Bye. Oh, it is going to rain. You should go quickly! ?

I stayed there, smiled at my deskmate, carried my schoolbag guiltily and left quickly. I know why she has been packing there. She's waiting for someone. Oh, waiting for someone. Only when everyone has left can she take my wallet on the table aboveboard.

Time has taught us hypocrisy.

There are dark clouds outside the window, and it's going to rain soon. I walked out of the den where I was once imprisoned with a wry smile. In the rain, I looked up and tried to see the sky clearly. I don't know whether it is tears or rain, which blurs my vision. The world is so fuzzy! He became blurred, just like the sun was shining just now, and now the clouds are gathering. Time has taught the world to change.

What time teaches us is mostly beneficial to ourselves and not to others.

I hate time, he took away all the beautiful things, leaving only deep nostalgia and ruthlessness.

Composition 10: I am that girl.

She is a girl, but she shaved her head. In the eyes of his classmates, he is an annoying and angry girl.

In fact, it's not easy for her. In order to leave a good impression on others and make others sit up and take notice of his behavior, she has been looking for opportunities and trying to change herself from an ugly duckling to a swan. At home, she is very diligent and always helps her parents mop the floor, but she has a problem: the floor is always getting dirty, so she is also blamed by her mother. The tenacious girl is unwilling to help her parents wash clothes, but there are several extremely disproportionate handprints on the white clothes. Mom saw it, without saying a word, a criticism: Don't fool around all day, not only can't help, but it will add to my difficulties. ? Hearing this, she was not angry and smiled slightly.

Once, he accidentally found a wisp of bangs on the forehead of the little girl next door. The breeze blew and her bangs swayed with the wind. How beautiful! This bald girl, on a whim, took a pair of scissors first. Hey? Three times five divided by two, his hair fell to the ground with a few crisp noises. She looked at her hair getting shorter and shorter in front of the mirror and was satisfied. If there is any problem, he will start to work and fix it. It took me a long time to finish my masterpiece. She was very satisfied with her work and walked out of the house humming a ditty.

When he first arrived at the compound, he saw several close friends playing games together! Someone asked him:? Hey, what happened to your hair? Do you have lice? ? She was so angry that she gave a good kick. Her hairstyle, which she thinks is beautiful, is so ugly in the eyes of her peers. ? What the hell is going on? He introduced it to people slowly, and after the introduction, other partners covered their stomachs and laughed to the sky! This girl is very confused. Isn't this beautiful? What are you laughing at? You think it's beautiful? Ha ha ha ha ha. The cries echoed in the air.

She was helpless and had to run away crying.

With a bang, he kicked the door. The noise was so loud that it alarmed the family. But he said angrily: Is the meal ready? I'm starving! ?

? Why are you so rude? He had no choice but to tell his family the whole story in detail. Just after that, my mother couldn't hold back her temper: you really made trouble. Why do you cut your hair when you have nothing to do? You make people laugh. Forget it, I'll cut your head off! ?

Since then, people have nicknamed him bald? Girl. In fact, that person is me, which is an interesting thing that happened when I was a child.

Composition XI About Characters: Mother's Loud Voice

My mother has a pair of big round eyes and a pair of bright glasses on her high nose. Mother has a Zhang greatly's mouth. Since it is big, her voice must be big. Don't believe me, let me tell you. In the morning, birds are singing in the branches, and I wander in a wonderful sleep. Get up! ? The thunderous sound woke me from my sleep. Haven't I come to my senses yet? Read English! ? Read Chinese! ? One sentence after another, one by one rushed into my eardrum. I shouted impatiently? Got it! Got it! ? Tell me, is mom's loud voice annoying?

After finishing my homework in the evening and listening to the nagging all day, it is better to watch TV for a while. As soon as you turn on the TV, wow, it's fun and taro dust, which will feast your eyes. Just then, a black shadow flashed in front of the TV, and the TV was turned off with a bang. ? Practicing the piano soon! ? I began to practice the piano slowly. Watch your fingers, watch your posture, watch your rhythm. ? Mom keeps calling loudly from morning till night, and I wonder if she is too tired. Well, do you think mom's loud voice is a headache? Although I hate my mother's loud voice, I can't live without her loud voice. I can't do anything as long as I lose her loud voice.

Once, my mother was on a business trip, and after I finished my homework, I played gobang with my father. The more you kill, the harder you work. The table was a mess, and I didn't clean it up. The next day in class, I found that I forgot to tidy up my math books, which made me stand for a class. It seems that I can't live without my mother's loud voice! After this lesson, I gradually began to like my mother's loud voice, and I also like her loud voice very much.

Composition 12 about people: my good sister

When it comes to my sister, my mother is full of praise I admire her too.

Sister is not tall, short, fat or thin, just right. There is a pair of glasses on the high bridge of the nose. Although she wears glasses, she can't cover her big bright eyes at all. Her skin is smooth and fair, and her teeth are white and neat. From a distance, she looks like two rows of sparkling pearls.

My sister is not only beautiful, but also excellent in academic performance. She studied in Wenzhou Foreign Language Middle School, and her grades have always been among the best in her class. There are always full marks in many subjects in every final exam, and occasionally one or two subjects are a little wrong, so you say that you failed in the exam, but in fact the total score is still one of the best. She is so strict with herself that her academic performance has always been so excellent. I remember once, my sister had lunch at our house, and my mother asked her if she had finished her homework. She said she did. Mother wants to take her to the park to play, but sister says she can't, so she has to go home and do something else. Such as extracurricular reading and practice. How conscious! Another time, I asked her why you didn't play games on qq. She said it was too time-consuming, so she wouldn't come down if she went up, so she might as well not go up. In this way, she will spend limited time learning infinite knowledge. How can academic performance be bad?

I also want to learn from my sister's good habit of not having fun and using time.