Indirect description composition 600 words

1. When I first entered the classroom, I saw three big windows, each of which was divided into eight pieces of glass. The windows are spotless and the scenery outside is panoramic.

A blue goose down curtain hangs down and gently leans against the glass, which looks simple and neat, and then "integrated" with the green window frame. On the northwest side of the window is our blackboard, which is lower than the blackboard behind the classroom. This is a blackboard, not a green board. The dark green board is inlaid in a silver border, which is beautiful, generous and practical. In that drawer-shaped slot, there is a row of new chalk pens on one side and used chalk heads on the other side, which is very convenient to use.

There is a projector screen hanging in the upper left corner of the blackboard, which has made a lot of efforts for us to study better. In this small world of blackboard newspaper, teachers often talk about topics very hard, and I don't know how much sweat they have shed. Our kitchen cabinet is located on the north side of the blackboard. Brooms and mops are lined up in a small cupboard, and they are never messy. When the cupboard door is opened, it smells not the smelly mop, but the faint floral fragrance-there is a fresh air box inside, and it is also beautiful to sweep the outside of the kitchen cabinet. The brown painted kitchen frame is far away from the TV on the south side of the blackboard, giving people a sense of symmetry.

To the east of the cupboard is the column "Colorful Life", which records the bits and pieces of our lives. On the south side of the "Colorful Life" column is our blackboard newspaper, which is rich in content, colorful and beautiful in font. This is a world where our classmates can give full play to their talents.

Below the blackboard newspaper is a row of small cabinets for students' study tools. The cupboard was also painted with brown paint. The small cupboard is very clean, which seems to reflect people's appearance. There are many things in our classroom. Although there are many things, they are neatly arranged! I like the place where we study and live. This is our happy paradise.

When I first entered the classroom, I saw three big windows, each of which was divided into eight pieces of glass. The window is spotless, outside.

The scenery is panoramic. A blue goose down curtain hangs down and gently leans against the glass, which looks simple and neat, and then blends with green.

The window frames are really "seamless" when matched together.

On the northwest side of the window is our blackboard, which is lower than the blackboard behind the classroom. It is greener than the blackboard.

Chessboard, dark green chessboard embedded in silver frame, beautiful, generous and practical. In that drawer-like slot, there is a row of new powder lying on one side.

Pens, with used chalk heads on the other side, are classified and placed for easy use. There is a projector screen hanging in the upper left corner of the blackboard, which is for us.

A lot of efforts have been made to study better. In this small world of blackboard newspaper, teachers often talk about topics very hard, and I don't know how much sweat they have shed.

The cupboard in our kitchen is located to the north of the blackboard. The broom and mop are lined up in the cupboard. They are never messy, and when the cupboard door is opened, it smells bad.

It's not the smelly mop smell, but the faint fragrance of flowers-there is a fresh air box inside, sweeping the outside of the kitchen cabinet.

Very beautiful. The kitchen frame painted with brown paint, the sweeping cabinet and the TV on the south side of the blackboard are far opposite, giving people a sense of symmetry.

To the east of the cupboard is the column "Colorful Life", which records the bits and pieces of our lives. On the south side of the "Colorful Life" column is

Our blackboard newspaper is rich in content, colorful and beautiful in font, which is a world where students can play their talents. Under the blackboard newspaper

The surface is a row of small cabinets, which are used to put students' learning tools. The small cabinet is also painted with brown paint, and the top of the small cabinet is clean.

I think I can see people.

There are many things in our classroom. Although there are many things, they are neatly arranged! I like the place where we study and live. This is our happy paradise.

3. Write a direct and indirect description of the classroom. 600-word composition "Big house, clean and tidy" This is our paradise-a clean and beautiful classroom.

When I first entered the classroom, I saw three big windows, each of which was divided into eight pieces of glass. The windows are spotless and the scenery outside is panoramic. A blue goose down curtain hangs down and gently leans against the glass, which looks simple and neat, and then "integrated" with the green window frame.

On the northwest side of the window is our blackboard, which is lower than the blackboard behind the classroom. This is a blackboard, not a green board. The dark green board is inlaid in a silver border, which is beautiful, generous and practical. In that drawer-shaped slot, there is a row of new chalk pens on one side and used chalk heads on the other side, which is very convenient to use. There is a projector screen hanging in the upper left corner of the blackboard, which has made a lot of efforts for us to study better. In this small world of blackboard newspaper, teachers often talk about topics very hard, and I don't know how much sweat they have shed.

Our kitchen cabinet is located on the north side of the blackboard. Brooms and mops are lined up in a small cupboard, and they are never messy. When the cupboard door is opened, it smells not the smelly mop, but the faint floral fragrance-there is a fresh air box inside, and it is also beautiful to sweep the outside of the kitchen cabinet. The brown painted kitchen frame is far away from the TV on the south side of the blackboard, giving people a sense of symmetry. To the east of the cupboard is the column "Colorful Life", which records the bits and pieces of our lives.

On the south side of the "Colorful Life" column is our blackboard newspaper, which is rich in content, colorful and beautiful in font. This is a world where our classmates can give full play to their talents. Below the blackboard newspaper is a row of small cabinets for students' study tools. The cupboard was also painted with brown paint. The small cupboard is very clean, which seems to reflect people's appearance.

There are many things in our classroom. Although there are many things, they are neatly arranged! I like the place where we study and live. This is our happy paradise. Our classroom is located in the center of the campus, with an area of about 63 square meters.

The outer layer of my classroom is covered with many pieces of pure white porcelain, which is indestructible. 1999 or so, our hometown was hit by a very powerful typhoon.

At that time, almost all the villagers' houses were destroyed. However, we are safe at school, and the classroom is intact and calm! The classroom is spacious and bright, 9 meters long and 7 meters wide, which can accommodate more than 60 people.

Surrounded by a thick lime layer, there are two 2-meter-long aluminum alloy windows on the left and right, and a slender and strong anti-theft net is installed around the windows. This can not only ensure the safety of students' property, but also fill the classroom with light, which naturally feels like a colorful dance! The equipment in the classroom is insufficient, but it is more than enough.

There is a "TCL-ACE" 21inch color TV in the upper right of the room for students to watch extracurricular knowledge and experiments in related disciplines. There are 6 fans and 8 fluorescent lamps on the ceiling ... Our classroom is really multifunctional! Our classrooms Class 3 and Class 7 are located in the easternmost part of the third floor of the North Teaching Building of Pingyu No.2 Middle School. Spacious, bright and modern, this is its characteristic.

Go up to the third floor along the east stairs of the North Teaching Building, turn left, and walk ten meters along the one-and-a-half-meter-wide corridor, and you will arrive at the door of our classroom. (Path) There are doors in the front and back of the classroom, which are 3 meters high and 1 meter wide, and some are bright glass windows.

Its main duty is to ensure unimpeded access for teachers and students. The whole classroom adopts standardized design dimensions: 9 meters long, 6 meters wide and 4 meters high.

(Space) In the middle of the front wall, there is a big blackboard with a height of 1 m and a width of 6m, which is bright and shiny. Every day, we will sweat here, sow hope and reap happiness. Above the blackboard, next to it is an automatic telescopic big screen, 3 meters long and 3 meters wide. Its purpose is to cooperate with computer multimedia and the projector on the ceiling to vividly display the electronic courseware carefully made by teachers.

Above the big screen, there is a five-star red flag in the middle, and the slogan on both sides of the red flag is "study hard to revitalize China". There is a small white speaker hanging on the right side of the slogan, which is used to help us listen to the school radio and English listening guidance.

On the left side of the blackboard are "timetable for work and rest" and "timetable for class". On the right side of the blackboard, there is a "division of responsibilities of class cadres" and a "rotation duty table".

There is a TV set hanging on the ceiling at the upper right of the blackboard. Every night during the news time, we should start from here and have a panoramic view of the five continents and world events. Whenever there are major activities in the school, such as gala, legal report meeting, etc. We can see, listen and enjoy without leaving home.

On the podium, there is also a set of computer multimedia, which is mainly composed of computers and physical display tables. The computer stores all kinds of materials and electronic courseware made by the teacher himself, which can project all kinds of audio, video, text, pictures and so on. The education and teaching on the big screen is vivid and intuitive.

The physical display platform can directly project all kinds of physical objects, words and pictures used in education and teaching onto the big screen. Cassette can directly play tapes such as reading aloud, music and songs.

On the back wall (the main part in front), there is also a blackboard as big as the front, which is our study garden. In the above, funny jokes, difficult analysis, current affairs politics, travel, psychological counseling, good deeds and so on. The turn of various disciplines often makes us roll our eyes and laugh our stomachs. There are five big windows on the milky white wall on the north and south sides.

The two in the south are 1.5m wide and 2.2m high; The three in the north are 2 meters wide and 2.2 meters high. All the glass is polished by us, just like our pure heart, spotless.

There are also four big green slogans on the wall, which, together with their owners, accompany us to study: "There is no smooth road to science, and only those who climb along steep mountain roads can hope to reach the peak of glory. -Marx ""Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind.

-* * * ""study for the rise of China. -Zhou Enlai "Innovation is a nation.

4. Indirect lyric composition 600 topic: How many flowers bloom and fall (indirect lyric composition)

The bright eyes of sunshine always mean the desolation of dusk, the delicate and charming roses will eventually wither, and the short-lived youth will also become a memory. Flowers bloom and fall several times, and the rainy season, which is gone forever, has finally become a memory of life. When the temples are frosty, I suddenly look back and sigh that the youth is like rain, awakening the long-lost dream of youth.

From the moment we came into this world, time began to change our skin. From a baby who can only eat milk to a child who can buy snacks, to a man who can smoke. The years have been changing. My childhood always used tears to vent my unhappiness. When I was a teenager, I erased my sadness with a song. When I was young, I used a glass of hard liquor to relieve stress. When people reach middle age, I use a cigarette to burn the joys and sorrows of my life. Childhood dreams are candy houses, childhood dreams are romantic superstars between guitar and piano, and youth dreams are tall buildings and shiny sports cars. However, the passage of time. Years always change our minds, and recalling our thoughts always makes me sigh that I was naive and simple. A few sweet sweets are not my ultimate dream. A few short songs are not my final yearning. A few shallow glasses of light wine are not the last person to make tea cool. Time has been changing our skin. Growth will not make us lose our minds, and the reason for tears is not only the feeling of lingering moonlight in Yang Liuan.

Teenagers listen to the songs upstairs in the rain, the red candle is faint, and in their prime, they listen to the rain, and the geese on board are called the west wind. The past few years have also changed my approach and attitude. Once confused, I have to experience the season of going to the West Building to see the world alone. In order to realize the pursuit in my heart, I must also experience the day when my clothes are getting wider and wider without regret. The smile of childhood is the face of the soul, the smile of youth is the fragrance of hair, and the smile of middle age is the noise of interests and money. Teenagers make friends to understand Xu's loneliness, while middle-aged people make friends because interests need a stone bridge. Over time, I always have a trace of unspeakable sigh. I feel sad for the growth of people, because growth has taught me a lot, but growth always comes at a lot of costs, and those costs are irreparable. Those are bright eyes, sincere smile and pure heart.

However, looking back, I may cry, not because I regret the lost years, nor because I sigh that life is as short as a dream, nor because I am approaching old age and winter, and I am puzzled by the sadness left by the years. But because of the passage of time, I can no longer see my shadow under the blue sky.

5. The composition of direct description and indirect description is wobbly at the back and an old face in front. The weathering of the years stripped her of her original flowery face; Pay too much, even if the children eat well, all I have left is a wandering life.

She sat on a small wooden chair in front of the door with a bowl of gruel in her hand. Life used to be like this every day. She thought about it, lifted the pale hair from her forehead with her hand and looked at the bowl of porridge in her hand. Then, a few drops of muddy old tears slipped down the gully to her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them off with her cuffs.

After simply filling her stomach, she carried a cloth bag and a badly rusted hook in her hand, hunched her back, slammed the door with difficulty and staggered down the three stone steps. Her goal is very simple, that is, to go to the trash cans of various colors in front of people's houses, and then rummage hard until some waste products that can be exchanged for money are dug up, put into cloth bags, and then carry them on their backs, lean on iron hooks, and continue to the next family. I won't go back until the bag is full. Sometimes, I meet her son by accident, but she always keeps away. There's really nothing I can do but bump into it abruptly. Then her son's impatient eyes, she can only bear silently, and sometimes wipe tears. She never blames anyone but why he left so early and left her alone!

6. Write a composition with direct description and indirect description. My teacher just started school, and a sudden news spread all over our class: "Mathematics needs a new teacher!" " The whole class exploded and the students talked about it.

This one says, "Is the teacher a man or a woman?" The one said, "Is the teacher fierce?" Someone said ... "coming, coming!" Accompanied by the voice of an unknown classmate, the new teacher, the focus of students' hot discussion, walked into the classroom with steady steps. What caught my attention was a woman of medium build in her thirties and forties, wearing a black and white coat and a white skirt.

I saw that she had short hair with youthful breath, a few thin wrinkles on her forehead wriggling, a pair of extremely sharp but bloodshot eyes flashing under long eyelashes, and her voice was slightly hoarse. Since the new teacher came to our class, the phenomenon of whispering and fiddling in math class has been greatly reduced, and students who haven't finished their homework have no way out! The start of school has been postponed, and more nagging is ringing in our ears. Like other students, I complain that the teacher is like a "Pacific policeman".

Soon after, something happened that changed my view of the new teacher. One morning, when I was walking on the playground with my schoolbag on my back, I suddenly felt a gaze fall on me. I turned to look, and the new teacher came to me with a smile. She said kindly to me, "Su Nan, your composition is very good. If you work hard, I believe you will get excellent grades in math ... "At this time, I found a look in her eyes that I am familiar with, just like my parents', full of that. At this point, I seem to suddenly understand the new teacher's intention of delaying school time and nagging repeatedly, and also seem to suddenly understand why the new teacher's eyes are bloodshot! The new teacher is not only strict with us in study, but also fair in doing things.

I remember that once in class, the new teacher severely and mercilessly criticized a girl who acted in a small way. This girl is usually very cold and indifferent to her classmates, and often takes her excellent grades as the capital to ridicule others.

Therefore, all her classmates hate her. And most teachers love and protect her because she studies well, even if she makes mistakes, she is unwilling to criticize.

This move of the new teacher made us feel at ease and let us experience justice! After more than two months of dazzling happy study and life, the new teacher has become an "old" teacher. She is still working hard, and she is still paying for us. A few faint freckles on her face seem to tell us: "study hard and time waits for no one!" " " .

7. In the narrative with the theme of love, there are 600 words of indirect lyric composition, which is my father and encourages me to grow sturdily; It was my father who helped me through the difficulties; It is my father who leads me to make continuous progress; Father, let me feel the warmth of love. In my mind, fatherly love is not an earth-shattering event, but naturally emerges from small things.

It's a cold winter night. My father took me home by bike as usual. The strong wind roared head-on, and pedestrians on the roadside tightened their necks. On the empty road, only my father bent down and pulled me, struggling to step on the bike. Although my father stood in front like a wall, I was shivering in the back seat by the cold wind.

After a while, the heavy snow galloped down from the cloudy sky. "It's too cold. Let's find a place to warm up first!" I said in a trembling voice. Father quickly stopped the car, touched my hand and looked at the sky again. "I'm afraid the snow will not stop for a while. Let's stick to it, shall we? I will go home soon. " After that, my father took off his coat and put it on me, and got on the bus again. I finally feel warm under my father's warm coat. But it suddenly occurred to me that dad was wearing so little to help me keep out the wind. So I asked loudly in the wind, "Dad, are you cold, too?" Shall I give you my coat? " "Son, dad is riding a bike!" Father answered me loudly in the wind.

The snow is getting heavier and the wind is getting stronger. The wheels began to slip and we were trapped in the snow. I stood up, put my arm around my father's neck and touched his ear. Oh, how cold it is! However, when I touched it down my father's neck, it was wet. It turned out that my father was so tired that he was sweating. Under the street lamp, the crystal dew on my father's forehead is snow or sweat.

Time seems to have frozen, and it feels like after a few hours, we finally reached the door.

Open the door and return to the warm and bright home. At this moment, I was suddenly startled by my father's face. This is a very different face from usual: Qing Wu lips, red ears, shiny nose, and many wrinkles on her face. For the first time, I found that my father was much older; I noticed for the first time that my father had a circle of white hair around his head; I realized for the first time that a father can't care about himself for his son. My heart is trembling slightly, my nose is sour and tears just want to flow into my eyes. Men don't flick when they have tears, which my father taught me. I silently walked over and threw myself into my father's arms, and my father patted me on the back affectionately.

Father's love is so small and silent, but warm and great. From then on, as long as I recall that snowy evening, I always feel a warm spring in my heart.

8. How to write an indirect essay?

Mom, what a great person! She raised us and made us grow up healthily. In order to make my mother's life easier, I want to do something for her on her birthday.

Growing up, my mother worked hard to raise me. Because my father works in other places, my mother's burden is heavier. Every day when I get home, I cook and do housework. I am not sensible and often make her angry. Every morning, she gets up at half past five, wakes me up after breakfast and urges me to study. After reading, I had a delicious breakfast in a hurry. It's already 7: 30, so she panted me off to school. Whether it is cold winter or hot summer, whether it is hot sun or heavy rain, she never stops. When she came to the school gate, she was already sweating. Even so, she didn't forget to tell me to pay attention in class. Go home from work at noon, no matter how hard and tired the work is, you still have to cook for me. In order to adjust my appetite, I try my best to make every meal delicious. After dinner, she used her short lunch break to do housework, mop the floor, water the flowers and wash clothes. All the work was done by her. I have caught a cold these days, and she often doesn't forget to take my quilt out to dry. Evening is the most relaxing time for my mother, so she helps me with my homework. I do my homework very slowly, and I write late every day. My mother sent me a steaming cup of milk when I was tired, asked me about my progress with concern, and accompanied me to turn off the lights every night. Time flies, I am thirteen years old, and my mother has a lot of money on her head. My mother gave me deep love and made me grow up happily and healthily in the bright sunshine. Mother is old, she gave me her black hair, and she spent the most precious time in my life with me. She gave me her healthy body, and she gave me that …

My mother has given me too much, and the love she gave me is unrequited. I want to do something for my mother on her birthday. I want to beat my mother's back, make her feel that so many years of hard work have not been in vain, and add a little comfort to her haggard face. I not only want to beat my chest and feet for my mother, but also solemnly say to my mother: mom, you have paid too much youth and sweat for me for so many years, mom, you have worked hard! However, how much love there is in an inch of grass, but I won the spring glow three times. Although my son is naughty occasionally, I always remember my mother's selfless dedication to me. My healthy physical and mental growth is the greatest reward for you. I hope my mother will live forever and be young forever.

9. Write an autumn composition with an indirect description of 300 words. A cool autumn wind blows, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Yes, autumn is charming. On the field, it seems to be covered with a beautiful blanket. It's golden here and green there, which makes a charming picture.

Look! Golden ears of rice are like golden waves, fluctuating with the wind. The breeze blew, as if a girl was dancing.

Uncle farmer is harvesting rice! By the river, beans and seedlings shook their heads hand in hand against the autumn wind. On the hillside over there, there is a sweet potato vine. It is estimated that there is a big sweet potato growing below! They grow in the soil, like shy fat dolls hiding, and don't want to be seen by others.

At this time, I seem to smell the aroma of baked sweet potatoes, floating from a distance. I came to the park, where the smell was good.

Look at the osmanthus here. Its petals are like rice grains, emitting a strong fragrance. This osmanthus can also make tea! That chrysanthemum is as red as fire, as white as snow, as pink as chardonnay, as big as a colored ball and as small as a delicate lantern ... so cute in different colors and shapes! Especially this blooming "waterfall chrysanthemum".

Charming petals, beautiful colors, green leaves and straight stems make up a silent but fragrant waterfall. Although the fragrance of chrysanthemum is not as rich as osmanthus, it can also make people intoxicated. The leaves of buttonwood withered like palm trees.

Some maple leaves are "dyed" red, while others are "dyed" yellow. From a distance, they are like burning flames. At this time, I remembered the poem written by Du Mu: "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers."

Autumn is a beautiful season and also a harvest season. Ah! Charming autumn, I love you.

10. The composition indirectly describes that years ago, a father and a mother wanted to take a vacation, so they decided to go to town at night. They invited the people they trusted most to look after the children. When the nanny came, even their children had fallen asleep in bed. So the nanny just checked whether the child slept well and sat down.

Late at night, the nanny felt bored and wanted to go downstairs and watch TV. But she can't watch it because there is no TV downstairs (because parents don't want their children to watch too much garbage). She called the children's parents and asked if they could watch TV in the bedroom. Of course, the parents of the child agreed.

But the nanny wants one last request.

She asked if she could cover the clown statue with a blanket or clothes, because it scared her.

There was a silence on the phone for a while.

(At this moment, Dad is talking to the nanny. )

He said, Take the children out of the room. ...

We'll call the police ... we've never seen a clown statue.

That clown is probably a murderer who escaped from prison.

There was silence on the phone for a while.

(The father of the child who is talking to the nanny) said: Take the child out of this house ... we will inform the police ... we don't have a clown statue. ...

Children and nannies were murdered by clowns.

The clown turned out to be a murderer who escaped from prison.

If you don't forward this post within 5 minutes, this clown will stand in front of your bed with a knife at 3 am.