Write a character description essay of 600 words

1. A 600-word essay on character description

A person with distinctive characteristics

A pair of black cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue floral trousers, wearing Neat yellow overalls, a little yellow hat on their head, and a simple face under the hat... Have you ever noticed that no matter it is cold or hot, these cleaning ladies are waving brooms on the streets to sweep away the dust? ? And I saw it, saw the most beautiful thing in the scorching sun and wind and rain - they are hardworking, simple and selfless...

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There are such happy people in the world, they Show your most selfless side through the smiles of others. They sweat and bury their leisurely leisure time, turning it into seeds, growing flowers and fragrance, adding a touch of beauty to other people's lives. They are so small, but so noble. They are the guardians of green homes and beautiful hearts, and they are the cleaners.

During the summer vacation, the sun devotes its heat to the earth without reservation. People were sweating like rain, and the cold drink shop in front of the door became an ocean, and I was like a weak sardine trying to squeeze in, and finally "grabbed" an ice cream. In the past few days, I have carried out holiday team activities, but I have suffered a lot, and I feel a sense of accomplishment when I lick the cold taste. Maybe it was a conditioned reflex. When I saw the packaging bags littered everywhere on the ground, I threw the packaging bags away casually.

I sat on the bench in front of the door, sorting out my activity notes and materials. After a while, the crowd at the door of the cold drink shop dispersed, leaving only the street. There are plastic bags all over the floor. At this time, a cleaning lady who was about forty years old, with a dull face, dry hair, and her whole body was like a shriveled preserved fruit, was waving a broom and silently sweeping the bags thrown by people into the cleaning car. "Bah, bah, bah..." The sound of the friction between the broom and the ground pierced my heart like a needle. At this time, I was touched in my heart and my face felt like it was on fire, but I didn't know what to do. What, so, staring at the cleaner in a daze. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, and a mother and son came over. The mother said to the child: "Look, if you don't study hard, you will only be able to sweep the streets like this cleaner when you grow up..." The cleaner aunt seemed to He also heard something. He lowered his head and said nothing, just waving the broom.

"Pa", a cigarette butt fell on the newly swept ground along with a mouthful of thick phlegm. "Please don't spit everywhere, please respect other people's work." The cleaner stopped what she was doing and politely reminded the spitter. The man glanced at the cleaner disdainfully, "Sweeper, what's your name? Why don't you just sweep the floor? Sweeping cigarette butts, what's the big deal? Besides, what kind of respect do you want from a sweeper?"

Looking at Auntie's back, I thought Very unpleasant. Cleaning workers are human beings too and have self-respect. Why should they be humiliated like this? They do it day after day, year after year. Serving quietly in that humble position. In summer, while we are still enjoying the coolness at home, they stick to their posts under the scorching heat. They never seem to be afraid of the heat of the sun or the pungent smell of garbage. The big beads of sweat on the face were so crystal clear under the sunlight. In winter, when we are still enjoying the warmth at home, they are picking up every leaf blown down by the wind with their frozen hands in the severe cold, cleaning every street, and they have stepped into every corner of life. footprints. They are hardworking; their hearts are kind. Learning to respect them does not actually require much effort. A grateful smile and an approving look will bring them great comfort.

Every day when you sit in the car or walk along the road, you can see them wearing orange clothes, waving mops and brooms on the street to wipe away the dirt on the street, making Binhai New Area clean and tidy. Radiant look. They will clean up the dirt and discarded debris left by every citizen on the ground as soon as possible, leaving a clean and bright road. When the weather is not beautiful, and it is when they are busiest at work, they will leave it on the ground. They took the trouble to clean up the mud stains, rain and snow water over and over again.

The cleaners we see in our daily lives are all grandfathers and grandmothers. They are already old, but with their spirit of disobedience, they have made great contributions to the cleanliness of the city and streets. We need to learn and do more. respect. They have paid so much, yet they have become roles that people often ignore. Here, I want to touch your heart with my words: The city belongs to all of us, and only if we all hold hands together with the cleaners to jointly maintain our homes. In this way, our homes will be more beautiful; our lives will be better! They are the beauticians of the city, but also the beauticians of the soul; they are the workers who create a beautiful home, and they are also the living Lei Feng in real life!

The sun's rays shone on the cleaner's body, making her face red. Ah, I suddenly realized that she was so tall and beautiful! 2. Character description essay of 600 words

Mother’s Hands

In the world of hands, there are hard-working hands, lazy hands, rich hands, and dexterous hands. However, I It is written by my mother’s hard-working hands. Her hands are not very big, and long-term labor has caused calluses to creep onto her fingers, causing a layer of light black skin to grow on the back of her hands.

When the rooster crows three times, mother's hands have already started to work: busy making breakfast. As noon approached, her hands were at work again: busy making lunch. In the afternoon, her hands were at work again: busy making dinner. At night, when the bright moon hangs high, my mother's hands are at work again: busy washing clothes. In short, mother's hands are at work all the time.

Mother’s hands are both hard-working hands and hands full of motherly love. I remember a cold winter afternoon when the weather was relatively cold. I am doing my homework and my mother is doing needlework.

It was late at night and the weather was getting colder. My hands were shaking and I didn’t dare to write for fear of doing my homework badly. At this time, my mother walked up to me and said to me with concern: "Are you cold?" I gently put my hand between hers. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm. With her encouragement, I finally completed my homework seriously.

I remember there was another morning in the middle of winter when the weather was very cold. In order to keep out the cold, my friends and I went skating by the river. I accidentally fell into the lime pit with my feet. I finally got my feet out, but the boots were filled with lime. "We can't wear them anymore." I took off my leather boots decisively and was about to ask my mother to wash them for me, but then I thought: my mother would criticize me. Finally, I came up with a best-of-both-worlds solution: hide the leather boots in the crack of the door and wait until the weather gets warmer before washing them. The next day, when the weather got a little warmer, I went to wash my leather boots. But there was no sign of leather boots in the crack of the door. I was so anxious that I almost cried. After a while, I calmed down and went to look elsewhere. As soon as I found the back door, I heard the familiar "swish, swish, swish" sound. Isn't this the sound of mother's hands at work? I followed the sound and found my mother in the patio. She was washing my leather boots. Her hands were red from the cold and had several cracks. Although it was cold, a few crystal beads of sweat still fell from my mother's cheeks. I walked up to her, took the brush for cleaning the leather boots, and said, "Mom, I'll wash it." Mom said with concern She said, "Zhenzhen, I'll wash it." I refused to agree, but she had already taken away the leather boots and the brush. In the end, my mother washed it. After she finished washing, she baked the leather boots meticulously. When I put them on again, my eyes were blurred by tears.

Perhaps in everyone’s Qianfan crossing, countless colorful sails and shadows will drift by. It always makes our hearts move with the endless trickling water, and our eyes are accompanied by the vast and boundless beauty. And at the same time, our thoughts have been baptized by wind and rain invisibly. 3. 600 words of character description

My mother My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin, and has a There are a few shallow wrinkles and there is always a smile on his face.

My mother is a kind-hearted person. She has taught me to be honest and generous to others since I was a child. She has cultivated my good character since I was a child. I remember there is something I can't forget.

It was a hot afternoon, and the sun was roasting the earth like a big fireball.

I sat in the room and kept fanning myself, but beads of sweat kept rolling down.

I said to my mother: "Mom! The weather is too hot, so hot! I want to eat popsicles." Mom said: "Let's go, I will take you to buy some popsicles."

said and picked up the wallet. When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose the popsicles. My mother took out a 50-yuan bill from her wallet and handed it to the uncle who bought the popsicles. After my uncle changed the money, my mother and I hurried home.

When I got home, my mother counted the change and said to herself: "Huh? No, it's 7 yuan per pound. How can I get 45 yuan back?" Listen, I said happily: "Great! The people who bought popsicles are really confused. They got 3 yuan too much. Mom, can you give me the 2 yuan?" Mom glared at me and said angrily: "It's too much money." 2 yuan, we should send it back, we can’t take advantage of those small gains! Besides, it’s not easy for people to sell popsicles!” After saying that, my mother braved the hot sun and gave the 3 yuan to others.

When I was going to bed at night, I couldn’t sleep in bed. Thinking of what happened during the day, I suddenly understood that a person should start from doing things bit by bit, and he should not make decisions just because of the small advantages in front of him. Some sorry things. This incident has taught me a lot. I love my mother and I admire her from the bottom of my heart.

Her eyes are big and her braids are long, very beautiful. Liu Ai is the monitor of our class. She often does good things for everyone.

One day, she fell ill and felt uncomfortable, but she still arrived at school early. After arriving at school, I put down my schoolbag, picked up the broom and cleaned the house, and then went to clean the outside.

Her behavior of loving the collective is worthy of learning from all our classmates. Everyone pays attention to hygiene and loves the collective. Our class must be the best class collective.

4. An essay about a classmate.

Let’s take a look at the writing skills. Don’t copy the essay. Character description can be divided into appearance description, language description, action description, psychological description and detail description according to the object of description. When writing about people, you can directly write hair and eyes to make them lifelike, which is called direct description; you can also write about people through indirect methods, such as introducing someone through the narration of a third party, and contrasting someone by describing a third party. , describing the scenery to highlight someone, etc. According to the details, weight, and shade of ink, we can also summarize the character description into line drawing, comic-style outline, thick ink, heavy color, and detailed drawing, etc. 1. Concise line drawing Simple, without exaggeration. It does not describe with strong colors, does not use metaphors, comparisons and other rhetorical techniques, and does not use or use less adjectives. It still describes the image of things. For example: "A dark and thin gentleman came in at that time. , mustache, wearing glasses, holding a stack of large and small books." (Lu Xun's "Mr. Fujino") In just a few words, the image of a scholar who lives a frugal life and is rigorous in his studies is brought to life. 2. Cartoon-style outline that is Using exaggerated techniques and a teasing tone, the characters are sketched into grotesque and absurd images to express ridicule, hatred, sympathy and other thoughts and feelings. For example: "If he looked down, he would definitely not be able to see his toes. In the middle The bulge blocks the view. The sparse gray hair is neatly combed back and dipped in water. There is not a single hair out of place. There is not a single wrinkle on the fair face, like steamed buns freshly baked. .Because of being fat, the nose and eyes look particularly small; because of being small, they look particularly bright and energetic." Through description, the image of a "filter mouth" is created: old and fat, neat and elegant, rich and wealthy, and superior to others. It permeates in the description It depicts the author's ridicule. 3. Detailed description is to use vivid, vivid, expressive language, multi-faceted, multi-level, multi-angle to depict the characters in a detailed and comprehensive manner. For example: "... Sitting at the south end is a thin man. Thin, a Chinese man in his fifties; wearing a yellow-toothed gown, holding a cigarette holder in his mouth. As the fire light lit up, bursts of smoke rose up." "His face was yellow with white, and he was thin. It's worrying. He looks like a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, but he is in good spirits and does not look depressed at all. His hair is about an inch long. It has obviously not been cut for a long time, but it stands straight up one by one in high spirits. His beard is very eye-catching. It looks like the official character '一' written in thick ink." "The face is yellow with white, so thin that it's worrying, with inch-long hair standing straight on the head; the long gown with yellow feathers and gauze; the official character '一' looks like the beard; the yellow cigarette holder held in his left hand, the end of which was smoked has been blackened." (Ale's "One Side") In these three places, the author depicts Lu Xun under difficult conditions through comprehensive and detailed descriptions. His mental outlook, the image of a great warrior who "gets tougher as he gets older" stands in front of us. There are many ways to describe characters, and each method has its own merits. Students can flexibly use it according to the needs of writing. use.. 5. 600 words of character description

My mother

My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin. She has a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and often has wrinkles on her face. Smiling.

My mother is a kind-hearted person. She has taught me to be honest and generous to others since I was a child. She has cultivated my good character since I was a child.

I remember one thing I can't forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun was roasting the earth like a big fireball. I sat in the room and kept fanning myself, but beads of sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother: "Mom! The weather is too hot, so hot! I want to eat popsicles." My mother said, "Let's go, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." Then she picked up her wallet.

When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose the popsicles. My mother took out a 50 yuan bill from her wallet and handed it to the uncle who bought the popsicles. After the uncle changed the money, my mother and I hurried back. Gone home.

When I got home, my mother counted the change and said to herself: "Huh? No, it's 7 yuan per pound. How can I get 45 yuan back?" Listening, he said happily: "Great! The people who bought the popsicles were really confused, and they got 3 yuan more."

Mom, can you give me the 2 yuan? "My mother glared at me and said angrily: "There is an extra 2 yuan. We should send it back. We can't take advantage of it! Besides, it’s not easy for people to sell popsicles! "After that, my mother braved the scorching sun and gave 3 yuan to someone.

When I went to bed at night, I lay in bed unable to sleep. Thinking of what happened during the day, I suddenly understood Now, being a human being should start from little things, and you should not do something sorry for others just because of the little convenience in front of you. This incident has taught me a lot. I love my mother and I fight hard. I admire her in my heart.

She has big eyes, long braids, and is very beautiful. Liu Ai is the monitor of our class. She often does good things for everyone. One day, she fell ill. But she still arrived at school very early. When she got to school, she put down her schoolbag, picked up the broom, cleaned the house, and then went to clean the outside. Her behavior of loving the group is worth learning from all our classmates. Everyone pays attention to hygiene and loves the collective. Our class must be the best class. 6. A 600-word essay on character description and scene description

Character description and scene description reminded me of my father’s old face at night, so good It was quiet, and the soft moonlight sprinkled the ground in silvery white; the night was so deep, and my father’s snoring was like a moving moonlight song, echoing in the night sky. Looking at my sleeping father’s face, my thoughts drifted away. Towards that holy night sky? When I was a child, I was always proud to have such a father, because he could tell many nice stories and pinch many beautiful animals. Every day after school, I would ride on my father’s shoulders. , shaking my head like a victorious little general. The envious eyes of my classmates made me feel a deep love for my father. However, as time passed and I grew older, this feeling gradually faded away and was replaced by It's a vague sense of inferiority and sadness. This idea originated from filling out the file form in middle school. When other students were writing in the "Father" column - factory director, manager, engineer, I could only timidly write " Farming." When I handed in the form, I held it tightly in my hand, for fear that others would see and laugh at me. Ah, father, why aren't you the director, manager, or engineer? The weather turned cold, and my father said with concern: "It's cold. Come on, wear more clothes." "Oh, I got it." I replied nonchalantly. I raised my head suddenly, and my father's old face and concerned eyes came into my sight. My heart trembled slightly. ?The night is still so deep and so quiet; the moon is still so round and so bright. I can't forget the figure standing in the cold wind for a long time? I just remember that it was so cold that night, and the moist air seemed to be mixed with Raindrops. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom because I was about to freeze. Outside, it was dark, and a few old trees with all their leaves were shivering in the cold wind. Oh, those trees standing in the cold wind The figure: like green pine, like green cypress? He searched hard in the crowd, letting the cold wind lift his coat and get into his trouser legs. It turned out that my father knew that I was afraid of the dark, so he came to pick me up like he did when he was a child? Oh , the wind started to rise, the moon rose, and under the moonlight, I could clearly see my father’s face: high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, dry wrinkled skin? Suddenly, I realized what a man I was. Unfilial daughter. Father, you have obviously aged and lost weight over the years. Can you forgive your daughter for being unfilial? The moon rises higher, and against the moonlight, my father's old face becomes clearer. Oh, love is deep in the heart? 7. Write a character description essay of 600 words

In the community where I live, there is an ordinary milkman. He is an uncle in his forties.

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; on his Chinese-shaped face, there is a pair of small but bright eyes. .

There are three subscribers in our building, two on the fifth floor and one on the sixth floor. The subscriber house on the sixth floor is also our house.

It’s six floors, and going up and down is quite tiring without taking anything, not to mention the milkman carrying so many milk bottles. What's more, the milk bottles are round and slippery. If you are not careful, you will break several bottles. When ordinary people see this situation, they just put them downstairs.

This uncle is not like this. Every day at six o'clock in the afternoon, he always delivers the milk to the door of the subscriber's house on time, then knocks on the door and shouts "The milk is here!"

Winter is coming, and the weather is getting day and night. It's cold, no matter it's windy or snowing, at six o'clock every afternoon, the familiar sound of footsteps and the loud shout "Here comes the milk!" will always be heard in the corridor.

On a cold windy evening, This uncle came to deliver milk again. When I took the milk bottle, I found that his hands had been cracked by the ruthless wind, and his skin was as wrinkled as the bark of an old pine tree. I'm curious, why don't you wear gloves? Do you have no money to buy gloves or are you too busy to buy gloves? Otherwise, I would give him a pair. The next day, when he came to deliver milk again, I finally couldn't help but ask him. He said kindly, "Look, there is a layer of water droplets on the outside of this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will easily slip off." Oh, That’s right! I sighed in my heart: This milk delivery uncle actually clasped his hands in the middle of winter in order not to break the milk bottle. It is really admirable! My mother said that this is a kind of professionalism worth learning from each of us.

Uncle milkman, you are the person I admire the most 8. I am begging for an essay that describes the characteristics of a character ~ 500 words

Every morning at seven o'clock, there will always be that familiar voice in the corridor. The footsteps and the loud call of "Milk is here! Whenever I hear this sound, I know that the milkman is coming, and I will get up from bed and open the door. The milkman is very ordinary, He is an uncle in his 50s. The uncle's skin is dark and dark, which is the result of years of exposure to wind and sun. Under his gray hair, there is a pair of small but bright eyes. .But it remains deeply in my mind. Because his milk was strong and fragrant, residents on many floors subscribed to milk. One of them was on the sixth floor, and the subscriber on the sixth floor was our family. On the 12th floor, the trip up and down is already very tiring without taking anything, not to mention the milk bottles are round and slippery, and you will break several bottles if you are not careful. Winter snow covers the earth, and everything is covered with snow. Wearing silver fashion, the long and lonely winter came early. But no matter it was windy or snowy, the uncle would always come to deliver milk. In the early morning, it was still as cold as usual. "Ding Ling" the doorbell rang again When I got up, I still wanted to sleep under the quilt, 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, and his head on his forehead. There were deep wrinkles, as if they could catch mosquitoes, but they looked very energetic. I took the milk bottle casually, but unexpectedly the bottle fell heavily to 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!" "When I called the door, I saw that the hands were wearing black gloves. The other person was smiling. Of course, I was also smiling happily.