Write a 500-word essay using language and action

1. Write a 500-word essay about a person, using appearance, language, movement, psychology, and demeanor

Teacher, I want to say to you: your voice, smile, and gestures , are always shown in front of my eyes; your care and love have always been lingering in my mind; your persuasion and earnest teaching are still engraved in my heart; everything when you were with us is as vivid as yesterday. .

Teacher, I want to say to you: It is you who gave me the confidence to study; it is you who gave me the courage to live; it was you who gave me the motivation to work hard; it was you who gave me the direction to go. Hope for a good future. Architect of the Old Jidan Hall, I want to say to you: You are the stepping stone for me to unlock wisdom; you are the golden key for me to open the door to happiness; you are the guide in my life journey; you are I am the conductor who plays the music of life.

Teacher, I want to say to you: Without you, maybe I would give up on myself; without you, maybe I would be so addicted; without you, maybe there would be no prospects for my life; Without you, perhaps I wouldn’t be where I am today. Teacher, I want to say to you: Thank you for covering me in the wind and rain; thank you for giving me warmth in the ice and snow; thank you for your kindness in nurturing me; thank you for your kindness in knowing me.

Teacher, I want to say to you: You walk up to the podium with a face every day, and the happy mood we had just after class was ruined. How I hope you can smile at this time! Class has started, you have been frowning, and suddenly you call a classmate who is absent from work to answer a question. That classmate, Monk Zhang Er, was confused and answered incorrectly.

The teacher suddenly became furious and asked him what was going on. "The classmates behind told me," he explained. The whole class burst into laughter, but the teacher did not laugh. He still frowned deeply and stared at us with arrow-like eyes. We had no choice but to shut our mouths immediately and sit upright.

At this time, how we hope that you, teacher, can smile too! In this way, your unhappiness and the lack of seriousness of your classmates may drift away with a smile, and the distance between us and you will become closer because of this smile. 2. Write a character composition (use language description, action description, expression description, portrait description) 500 words

My younger brother

My younger brother is Wang Wenhan, he is two and a half years old this year , his big eyes rolled, and he didn't know what other evil idea came into his mind.

"Hanhan wants to laugh too"

One day at noon, my aunt and I were playing in the living room. I told a joke, which made my aunt laugh, and I couldn't bear it. Zhu burst out laughing.

At this time, Hanhan had already laid down and was about to take a nap. However, when he heard my aunt and I laughing in the living room, he immediately sat up and said to his aunt who was lying down, "We're not going to sleep anymore!" Then, barefoot, he ran into the living room like a fly and shouted loudly He said, "Hanhan wants to laugh too." After saying that, he laughed by himself.

"Scud"

My younger brother likes to run. He will run as soon as he lifts his legs. We all call him "Scud". No matter who goes out to play with him, they always trot behind him. Grandma was old and had no choice but to follow him on a bicycle. According to his aunt's statistics, he can run more than ten kilometers in one night!

It’s so much fun when my brother runs! With a flick of his little arm, it felt like wind was blowing under his feet. The aunt said that every part of his body was moving except for his nails. You see, maybe my brother will be Liu Xiang again in the future!

Study hard and ask questions

Although my brother is so naughty, he actually loves to learn.

One time when we were eating scrambled eggs with tomatoes, he suddenly asked his aunt: "How do you say eggs in English?" Seeing his serious look, we were amused by him.

When we take him out to play, he always asks questions. "What is this?" "What is that?" When he went to Liqun Supermarket, he was already familiar with every product in it.

What’s funny is that when his grandma didn’t let him buy random things, he said, “This has preservatives, we won’t buy it!” That tone was firm!

Afraid of aunt

My brother is not afraid of anything but his aunt.

Every time when he eats, if he doesn’t eat well, his mother will glare at him, and he will quickly sit up with his back straight, holding the rice in his mouth, and keep saying: "Oh, that’s right! "

If his mother is not at home and he is naughty, he will say to his aunt: "You call me sister!" Then he will shout loudly: "Sister! Sister!"

It really made us laugh!

This is my younger brother - the smart and lovely Wang Wenhan. 3. Human composition 500 words action language

(Human growth) People must learn to grow. When facing difficulties, we go from being overwhelmed to being calm and persistent; facing society, we go from being anxious to We can talk and laugh freely; facing everything, we are no longer the same as before.

When we entered junior high school, we were still childish. We sat in class with childishness, answered the questions raised by the teacher seriously, played and played in the break, time slipped away quietly, and in a blink of an eye, we welcomed The arrival of the new year.

The second grade of junior high school is the most beautiful time in junior high school. The moment we enter the second grade of junior high school, we grow up and break away from the heavy homework. We begin to understand our dreams and the values ????of our parents and teachers. They have good intentions. At first, we learn to mature. At that moment, I grew up.

We all have a dream, a dream that requires struggle, hard work, and growth. We understand the meaning of growth from the stress of academic studies. In the second grade of junior high school, I once read a sentence: "In the face of dreams, we spread our wings and fly; in the face of difficulties, we hold our heads high." Now I think of it, maybe it is this sentence that makes me persist , every time I think of it, ripples appear in my heart. Faced with everything, I began to try to face it bravely. After understanding something, there is a hint of sweetness in my heart, and the flavor of friendship makes life enjoyable. When I feel lost, the care of my friends helps me grow. When faced with failure, I started looking for reasons instead of crying. From the time I entered the third grade of junior high school and said goodbye to the second grade of junior high school, I began to be grateful for the year of the second grade of junior high school.

There were a few nights when I sat on the window sill and looked outside. I began to think about my past and looked back at the road I had walked. I felt sour and wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. It turned out that I used to be so stupid and naive. Looking at the present, I realize that at the moment when I know how to look back, I have grown.

Growth has many meanings, it is external growth or thought. Although some people have a mature and stable appearance, they have a childish innocence that will never grow up; some people look immature, but the words they say are memorable for a lifetime. Growing up is two words that we have been interpreting since childhood. In that moment, we truly grow. (Article Reading Network: )

I am about to say goodbye to junior high school. Looking back at the second grade of junior high school, it was a beautiful time. It was also because of this time that I learned a lot and grew up the moment I stepped onto that ladder. We still follow the pursuit of dreams, that is, at the moment when I fight for my dreams, I grow up. 4. Write an essay on demeanor, language, action, and psychological activities (500 words)

Mother's love

In the process of children's growth, some unsatisfactory things will inevitably happen. As a mother, you will definitely educate your children and even use force. This happened to me too.

I remember that when I was a child, my mother would never take action because I did not do well in exams. No matter how hard my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid of catching the hint of disappointment in my mother’s eyes, so I met her several times. When I didn't perform well in the exam, I wanted to hide the test papers secretly, and secretly made up my mind: "I will definitely not be like this next time!" Whenever my mother asked me where the papers for the recent exam were, I blushed and said: "Still... …I haven’t posted it yet.”

One time, my mother was cleaning up the table and accidentally opened the drawer. My “secret” was revealed. She picked it up, looked at it, and asked me in surprise: “When was this? "This... this..." I blushed and stuttered. After hearing this, my mother didn’t hesitate at all. She angrily picked up the broom and hit me.

Every time I hit my mother, she would scold me. As she hit me, she said: "It's the mother's fault if you don't teach me. When did you learn to lie? Do you think I ever beat you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you are not only Hiding the papers and lying to my mother!" I cried more and more, and my mother burst into tears, but her hands didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke, and I stopped crying. My mother looked at the broom and then at me, with tears streaming down her face, which hit her body and hurt her heart. I think I really made my mother sad this time. When I went to bed that night, I felt some pain in the wound. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother applying medicine to my wound. Through the light, I also saw my mother's eyes, filled with crystal tears...

After this incident, I understood that lying is wrong and that lying will cost you a lot. If you ask me if I hated my mother at that time, I can answer you loudly: "No". Because I understand that everything my mother does to me is for my own good. When my mother beats me, it is not abuse, but a kind of love for me. This kind of love can only be found in family relationships. I believe that the love of mothers in the world for their children is endless. 5. Write "A Person Who Impressed the Most", paying attention to language, movements, and expressions to write a 500-word composition

"Remembering a Person Who Impressed the Most" I miss the touch you gave me with your words.

You and I are just strangers, but in just a few minutes you taught me the distance between mercy and good deeds. It was one evening during the summer vacation this year. The weather was slightly cool. My mother and I went for a walk in the park. When we walked to the rockery, we found many people gathered not far away.

We took a few steps forward, and the crowd suddenly split in the middle. People on both sides pushed and pushed to the back, and then two people came out of the crowd. One of them was an old man with a stooped waist, followed by a middle-aged man with a heavy back and a heavy back.

The middle-aged man grabbed the old man's dirty and torn clothes, and held it tightly with one hand as if to intimidate the old man. The onlookers, like me, were blaming the middle-aged man together with the others, but no one stood up.

The middle-aged man glanced at the people around him, and when he saw no reaction from the people, he began to curse. He probably said that he did not want to support the elderly and his life was very tight. There was a burst of sighing in the crowd. The middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, and the clothes he was wearing were not brand-name ***, actually said such a thing.

I stood feeling indignant for the old man, but I was still a sympathetic passerby, and so did the onlookers like me - sympathizing with the old man, but only verbally. The old man was almost begging his son to give him some living expenses. The middle-aged man waved his hand and said indifferently: "I really don't have money. If you can't, just go pick up garbage." At this time, an old woman couldn't stand it anymore. She pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose and said, "He raised you, you are unfilial!" The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously at all and just walked towards the old lady in a menacing manner. The old lady was so frightened that she backed away and retreated into the crowd. , the middle-aged man snorted a few times with his nose proudly.

Just when he turned back triumphantly, a tall and thin young man rushed up and pushed the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was confused by his move, and his expression froze. In seconds he said, "If you mind your own business, I'll handle it for you if you like." Then he pretended to be very calm and walked away.

At this time, the young man asked about the old man's situation, took out some of the few change he had, and then left without saying a word. Passers-by said: "What a good young man. It would be great if everyone were like this."

I stood aside and thought about the distance between mercy and good deeds. A harmonious society requires justice, but we should not stop at slogans, but should uphold justice and safeguard the promotion of justice.

Just like the silent kindness of that young man, rather than the powerless pity of me and the onlookers. Since then, the young man's action of taking out money and his figure walking away silently often appear in my mind.

6. How to write a 500-word essay on a character’s actions and language, 16 articles

How to describe a character’s language 1. The language should reflect the character’s professional characteristics. It is common sense that the character’s language reflects his professional characteristics, otherwise it will The donkey's lips are not in line with the horse's mouth, causing many jokes.

For example: In the lesson "Cultivation of Flowers", the flower driver said: "We are also like beekeepers. We rarely stop in our nests throughout the year. We go wherever there are flowers in the world. "Hurry up." This wonderful metaphor is in line with the professional characteristics of beekeepers, if replaced by doctors, teachers, workers, or people in other industries.

It doesn’t work that way. In our daily lives, a character's language often reveals his or her occupation.

For example, there was a family separation between two brothers. After several days of separation, they still couldn't figure out the difference, so they decided to ask the tailor, the chef, the boss of the boat, and the handlebar to reconcile. The four people felt that the matter was difficult, so they invited them to meet at the chef's house to discuss it.

Who do A, B, C, and D correspond to below? What is the profession of the chef's wife? A. One said: "I think we have to cut through the mess with a sharp knife. We can't tell the difference between the pot and the bowl." B. One said: "We can't be too biased in our work. The needle must be a needle and a thread."

C. One person took over the conversation: "Hey, it's not like we haven't taken care of this matter before. There is a car in front of us and a track behind us. Just don't go out of your way." D. The other one became impatient. : "I think you shouldn't tremble here. Why don't you go to his house and meet Feng Zhiduo again."

The chef's wife burst into laughter and said, "You guys are really inseparable from what you do. What do you sell?" What are you yelling for?" Based on the character's language, we can easily determine the character's occupation.

A is the chef, B is the tailor, C is the handlebar type, and D is the boss of the ship. The chef's wife is a hawker who sells food.

2. The language should reflect the identity of the characters. People’s identities are different, and the language should conform to the identity of the speaker. For example: The lesson "Lenin and the Guards" describes the conversation between the guard and Lenin like this: He was very uneasy, raised his hands and saluted and said: "Comrade Lenin, please forgive me for wasting your time."

Lenin He held the little soldier's hand and said happily: "You did the right thing, young man! You are very responsible for your work, thank you!" Their conversation was consistent with their respective identities. Beyond that, there are many wonderful examples.

For example, there is a story circulated in ancient China. The language of the characters in this story well reflects the identity of the characters. 7. A 500-word composition describing characters, expressions, actions, and language

It’s a sinister smile. He often raised his head, and these two patches of black became the most prominent feature on his face. The outline of his head was angular, and his eyes were looking at the sky. It's rare for me to see him smile. He is measured and rhythmic. His name is Jin Cheng, and he can easily become the subject of caricature. He usually wears a gray cloth robe. His nose, eyes, and mouth seemed to be too concentrated in a small area on his face, and two jade chopsticks were shining brightly on his upper lip. He was tall and had a pouty mouth, but his shoulders were always raised high. We nicknamed him "Tiger Xu". I often draw cartoons for him, because he is fierce, so he is lifelike, with small silver frames, and sometimes I forget to suck, as if he is wearing mourning for someone, and the tip of his nose is a little red. He has a very strange appearance, he is straight-faced, flat, and has a figure-eight stride. The head was very pointed, like wine grains, with two oval black patches dotted in the middle. When I saw the robe, it was already stained with oil, bald and shiny, and it was too late for the rest of my life. It had an outline, but its face was square. It's square, and when you say a word or two, you have to suck hard, which is a bit like the appearance of Yaksha in the drawing of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". Liang Shiqiu "One of My Chinese Teachers"

Although he is very strict. He wore a pair of dark crystal glasses, sniffed from time to time, and often had two buckets of water and snot hidden in his nostrils.

I didn't catch it in time when the robe was in the neat stage. If he smiled, he would look more fierce, but after all, it is our teacher Mr. Xu 8. I beg for a composition describing the characteristics of the character ~ 500 words

Every morning at seven , the familiar footsteps and the loud call "The milk is here" will always be heard in the corridor! Whenever I hear this sound, I know that the milkman is coming, and I will get up from the bed and open the door. .The milkman is very ordinary, an uncle in his 50s. The uncle's skin is dark and dark, and it is obvious at a glance that it is the result of being exposed to the wind and sun for many years; under his gray hair, there are... A pair of small but piercing eyes, but they remain deeply in my mind. Because his milk is thick and fragrant, residents on many floors have ordered milk pumps. One of them is on the sixth floor. The subscriber building is our home, on the 12th floor. Going up and down is very tiring without taking anything. What’s more, the milk bottles are round and slippery. If you are not careful, you will break a few bottles. .Winter snow covers the earth, everything is covered with silver fashion, and the long and lonely winter has arrived early. But no matter it is windy or snowy, the uncle will always come to deliver milk. In the morning, it is still the same as usual Cold. "Ding Ling" the doorbell rang again. I still wanted to sleep in bed, but I had to open the door. I went to open the door slowly. When I opened the door, I saw him standing at the door as usual, with a smile on his face. , wearing a black coat, with deep wrinkles on his forehead, as if he could catch mosquitoes, but he also looked very energetic. I picked up the milk bottle casually, but unexpectedly the milk bottle fell heavily. On the ground, I said to myself in disappointment: “Hey, today’s milk flow is in vain! "The uncle said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I will replenish one bottle today for free." I took the milk and said thank you. It was another cold windy morning, and the uncle came to deliver milk again. He carefully handed the flowing milk to me. When I took the milk bottle, I found that his hands had been cracked by the ruthless cold wind. His skin was like the bark of an old pine tree, wrinkled and with lines. His hair was trembling slightly due to the cold wind, and I saw his mouth trembling. It was obvious that he was very cold, even though he was still smiling. I asked him: "It's so cold, why don't you wear gloves? How about I Ask dad to give you a pair? "He pointed to the bottle as he spoke: "Look, there is a layer of ice beads on the outside of this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will slip off easily, and I am used to it." When he left, I took advantage of him not paying attention and took Dad's The black gloves were gently placed in his box. Another early morning, "Sending milk!" "I called the door and saw that the hands were wearing black gloves. The other person was smiling. Of course, I was also smiling happily. 9. An essay about writing about people, 500 words. It must be true and use language and actions. , demeanor, exaggerated,

A person I respect

I gently closed the book, recalling the content in the book, thinking of the elegance of Xinxiang, and remembering that in the cold In the morning, on the way to school, I vaguely saw a person sweeping the floor with a broom. When I walked in, I saw that it was a cleaner. At this moment, I thought: It is such a cold day. , isn’t it cold? She was wearing a uniform and a mask, holding a broom in her left hand and a dustpan in her right hand. The wind that bit her face made her ears red.

With the dustpan in her right hand, she swept up the stolen goods carefully and patiently. She did not know how many times she had to repeat this action. What a tacit understanding of cooperation! If the dustpan is full, she will carefully empty it into the garbage truck, so as not to soil the floor that has just been swept. I can see it from her eyes. , how she hoped that everyone would stop throwing stolen goods and keep the road as clean as before. At this time, the strong wind blew and the road was dirty again. The cleaner said helplessly: "Oh, there is no way, I have to do it again." Scanned again. Then, he cheered up and said, "It doesn't matter, I will definitely be able to finish it!" "After that, she started sweeping again. This time, she swept the garbage together first, and then used a dustpan to sweep the garbage into the dustpan. When it was full, she blocked the opening with a broom to prevent the garbage from falling, and then put it into the garbage truck. . I thought: This can save more time and clean up the garbage.

After thinking about it, the cleaner swept away the garbage. I couldn't help but walked into him and said with a smile: "You are so kind! I want to learn the spirit of silent dedication from you!" The cleaner listened with smiling eyes.

This is the person I admire the most. A person who works from dawn to dusk every day and devotes himself silently. Isn't this person's character worth learning from?

About how to write well - "Composition about people":

1. Selected examples. Writing about people through things is inseparable from writing about things, because the characteristics of the characters are always in manifested in specific examples.

2. Grasp the details and write out the characteristics. Each character has his own characteristics due to his age, occupation, and personality. Articles about people must describe the characteristics of the characters.

3. Use description. In order to make the characters lifelike and vivid, it is necessary to use various description methods such as action, language, psychology, expression, portrait and so on.

4. Write the details. The subtle movements and changes of the characters must be described concretely and vividly.