My face composition

Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone has tried to write essays. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, the following is my face essay that I have compiled for you. It is for reference only. I hope it can help you. My Face Composition 1

I still remember that day, my mother’s birthday, and I was thinking about giving her a surprise gift. I thought about it, but I still couldn’t think of it.

I asked my dad, and he said that as long as you put your heart into it, it would be fine. I sighed and went down to ask my friends in the yard, but they still shook their heads. I went upstairs dejectedly. As soon as I got upstairs, an idea came to my mind: Mom works outside the Third Ring Road and rarely sees me, so why not give me some of my "face"!

I hurriedly prepared the materials and started! This seemingly simple face painting action is actually much more difficult than I imagined. Some of my faces painted on oranges are like a pear; some are like a big deflated rubber ball; and some are like a section. sausage. There are all kinds of faces, but they don’t look like mine. What should I do? I looked at the "ghost faces" I drew, and couldn't help but throw an orange out. I thought to myself: What should I do? I'm going there soon, my God! Don’t you want me to give you this? Dad seemed to have magic to see through my thoughts. He walked over slowly and said, "Don't be anxious, take your time, and be calm to do well!" Well, you must work hard! Take your time.

Huangtian has paid off and finally got it done! Although I was sweating profusely, I worked hard! I looked at the time, um, it's still early, let me make some other expressions! I did this much in 30 minutes, so happy! I went to my mom's with my dad.

I asked my mother to put on a blindfold and give my father a look, and my father also gave me a look that indicated he had received my "signal". We took my mother to the "secret base" that my father and I specially selected for my mother. I was happy to see how my father was preparing. My father said "yes" and I took off my mother's blindfold. My mother saw I was so excited that my tears overflowed. Although my mother shed tears, we were still very happy. My mother also smiled at me when she saw my "face", and we sang "Happy Birthday" to my mother together.

In short, I was really happy that day! Although there were tears and pain, I was still very excited and happy.

My Face Essay 2

Today was really disappointing. The picnic was not interesting at all. I also met Yuxiang. However, this guy is pretty good-looking and I am a little excited. Forget it, my heart cannot be shaken. I You still want to follow my path, how can you be trapped by love?

"Mom, I'm back!" I'm so tired, huh? No sound? No one, sure enough, forget it, look for a glass of water to drink, "Ding Dong" "Who is it?" "I" "What am I? Ask for your name?" "Yuxiang!" What is he doing here? How does he know my home address? Most probably it was Jiahui who told him, stinky Jiahui, let’s see if I don’t skin you tomorrow, “Hurry up, why are you dawdling?” “What’s your name? This is not your home. I don’t want you to come in, and neither do you. Can't get in! "Hmph!" Don’t think that all girls’ tofu is so delicious, today I want you to taste the awesomeness of my aunt!

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, 4 minutes, 18 minutes... Damn it, it’s been so long and I’m still hanging on. If my mother comes back and sees him at my door, she’ll think I’m in puppy love. Woolen cloth! When the time comes, I won’t be able to wash myself off by jumping into the Yellow River! "Okay, I'll open the door! Let me ask first, what can I do for you?" "Borrow an English disk!" There's something wrong with this. I didn't say it earlier. I've waited so long! "Take it!" "Thank you, I'll return it to you in your class tomorrow morning!" "Got it!"

Crazy, Jiahui and Zhi Jing's house is so close to his home, and he knows their Address, why did you come so far to find me? No matter what, let’s do homework first. Now that I’m in junior high school, I have more homework!

(The next morning, school) I was flipping through the novel, "Ting, your disk!" Oh, it turned out to be him! I returned it so quickly, "Oh, here it comes!" (Take the disk!) "Thank you." "Uh!" After I sat down, a group of girls started their endless discussion: "Oh, Ting in our class is Isn’t it related to Xiang from Class 2? "His GF?" Xue Zhen asked me, "What are you talking about? I hope you can figure it out. Why don't you just borrow a disk? Are you tired of having so many people guessing?" I put down the novel. , said a little angrily, "It's up to you, as long as you don't have a crush on him." Damn girl, you actually think like this, it's up to you, just guess! My Face Composition 3

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, 14 years have passed, and I have changed from a naughty and troublesome little girl to a sensible and obedient girl.

The thing that I cannot forget the most is my carefree face as a child. When I was a child, I was free and could do whatever I wanted. Even if I got into trouble, my parents would smile and point at my head: "You wild girl! When will you grow up?" Yes, I often looked at it. The sky is full of bright stars and I ask myself: When will I grow up? What will happen when you grow up? Will it be as sweet as candied haws? Now that I have grown up, I have experienced the troubles of growing up. From now on, I will never have sugar-coated haws in my life, I will never find that carefree face again, and I will be overwhelmed by heavy homework every day. When you get angry, you work hard just to get good grades and surpass others.

In fact, people are really tired. Compared to when I was a child, all this has become so unfamiliar. This is not the life I want. Living in a highly oppressive environment every day, I really don’t know how long I can sustain it! Whenever I talk about it to my parents, they always say: "You kids! You don't have to worry about food or clothing. You can just think about things all day long and study hard. What's the point of being oppressed?" They really don't understand. Me, they don’t know that my smiles have become less and less as I grow older. They don’t know that even if we laugh, it’s a silly smile that releases the feelings that have been suppressed for too long. They don’t know that in fact, our hearts are They are very fragile, even if they pretend to be indestructible on the surface, they don't know that even though we have grown up, we still need protection. Why do they not know so much, why they don’t understand me so much, why do they have to grow up?

I still want to be that carefree girl who can cuddle up in her mother’s arms and act like a spoiled brat, and go out to get into trouble.

I still want to go back to my childhood and continue to be the carefree me that I was. I think of the carefree face of a child, that free and carefree face... My Face Essay 4

Alas, my "face" is lost! What's going on? Please listen to what I have to say.

In class, the teacher gave everyone a piece of paper and asked us to write our faces within 5 minutes. As soon as I received the paper, I started writing quickly, for fear that I would not be able to finish it. , turning the face into a "broken face".

Five minutes passed quickly, and I also wrote the "face". Some students looked at the "face" that was taken away by the teacher and shouted: "My 'face' is incomplete!" I thought to myself: "Fortunately, I finished writing my 'face'."

The teacher "washed his face" like shuffling cards, and then slapped the two "faces" against each other. "We have fallen into the teacher's trap!" I thought to myself. "Those two piles of paper are clearly our 'faces'!" The teacher finished washing the "faces" and said to us: "Now I will send the 'faces' of group B to group a, and ask group a to come to group b. Our ‘face’!”

The students in Group A began to look for our “face”. I couldn't help but be secretly nervous, "Will my 'face' be found?" However, no classmates came to ask me! "Time's up!" the teacher shouted. My "face" has not been found! Oh my God, I lost my "face"!

The following is our group’s search for the “face” of Group A. When I saw that "face", I was stunned. "I have a khaki face..." When I saw this line of words, I got angry: "We are all Chinese, who doesn't have yellow skin?" I then looked down, "The eyes are big and small, and they are flickering. I also have a nose that can be retracted freely and is a bit flat..." When I saw the word "retractable and retractable", I almost laughed out loud.

At this time, I found that many students had already found their targets, so the remaining female students opposite me should be my targets! I walked over and asked: "Is this your 'face'?" She nodded and said softly: "Yes." Haha, I didn't expect that I also missed it!

After the "Finding Face" game, the teacher told us many "faces" among the "faces" written by the classmates, which made us laugh.

I will never forget this “face-finding” activity! My Face Composition 5

It is a cold winter. He was alone in this strange city.

Six months ago, he left home and came to this city to work alone. Today, she is still at the bottom of the entrepreneurial ladder and has achieved nothing. Because of his meager income, he had to rent a small house and spend every night alone there.

At noon, I was walking on the way home, rubbing my hands as I walked. "It's so cold this winter!"

After walking into the house, he lay down directly on the bed, turned his head, and looked out the window - the sky was so gloomy, it was as if he had knocked over an ink bottle. "It's going to snow." At this time, all kinds of loneliness surged into his heart, like water and ink on rice paper, dissipating quickly. All he could think about was his family thousands of miles away...

"Dang, dang" there was a knock on the door. He wondered who would find him here.

"Uncle, happy birthday to you." A sweet voice like silver bells came from the door, and he was stunned.

This little girl is the child of the family next door, named Yingying. Yingying was the first person he met after coming to this city.

"Come in," he came to his senses and pulled Yingying into the house, "How do you know uncle's birthday?"

"Well. It's my first time to visit uncle. I saw today was circled on the calendar in your room, with birthday written underneath. I guess it is your birthday." Yingying still had a honey-like smile on her face. Yingying took out a box from behind and handed it to him. "This is my birthday gift to you - bear biscuits! By the way, I just picked a plum blossom at the door and gave it to you."

Looking at the scene in front of him, he was stunned again. After saying thank you countless times, he and Yingying hugged each other tightly while wiping away the tears that formed a thread with their hands.

The long-standing ice in his heart was warmed by some unknown force and melted at this moment...

"Uncle, look," Yingying pointed out the window, "it's snowing." He looked along Yingying's hand, and there was already a vast expanse of white outside the window. Suddenly he felt his eyes flashed. It turned out to be a weak beam of sunlight - but it looked particularly dazzling on a cloudy day. The sun shines through the window, illuminating the cabin and his heart. He discovered that the snowflakes in the sun were so pure, beautiful, and crystal clear... My Face Essay 6

I still remember that it was one afternoon in the third grade, when my mother took me to the piano store to learn piano. Since then, I have known my first piano teacher, Mr. Zhu.

In the first class, I was nervous and a little introverted. I couldn't help but sweat before class. However, in the first class, Teacher Zhu’s gentle voice and always smiling face made me relax and no longer nervous. From then on, my piano learning career began, and I will always remember that smiling face.

When I was in sixth grade, Teacher Zhu asked me to participate in a piano competition. Because it was my first time to participate in the competition, I was a little nervous.

Soon, the date of the competition arrived as scheduled. On the way to the stadium, I was like an ant on a hot pot, in a hurry, not knowing what to do. When I arrived at the venue, I was so nervous that I was sweating profusely. While waiting for the game, my mind went blank.

It’s finally my turn to take the stage. I slowly walked onto the stage. As I bowed, I felt my legs shaking. At this time, I saw Teacher Zhu. She sat in the front row, and although she wasn't in the middle, I could see her smiling face at a glance. That face seemed to have a magical power that made me immediately relax and regain my confidence.

I started playing. The music shook the earth like thunder for a while, and whispered like drizzle for a while; it was like waves lapping at the beach, and it was like a stream flowing into people's hearts...

The performance was over, and I paid my respects to The audience bowed, and the audience burst into warm applause. At this time, I saw the smile on Teacher Zhu’s face again. This smile seemed to be full of praise and encouragement.

That smiling face is always full of power, she is like a bright beacon. Whenever I see her, I feel confident and have a way forward.

It has been almost a year since I left Teacher Zhu, and her smiling face often appears in front of me. I know that this smile will always remain deep in my memory and will accompany me all the way forward! My Face Essay 7

When it comes to food, the first thing that comes to your mind must be roast duck, potato chips and other delicacies. But what do they have to do with my face? Alas, just listen to me - (What is the connection between food and people's faces? The author sets up a suspense at the beginning to arouse readers' interest in continuing reading.)

Faces bulging like meat buns

"Look, look, who is this? It looks like a human Garfield!" (Comparing the human face with the classic cartoon character, vividly showing the "bulging face" This feature makes people laugh. ) What? Don't talk nonsense! I am an authentic “pork rib”! Come on, look at your face. It’s chubby, like a meat bun, and it’s even got ribs.

The above is a conversation that often occurs to me. Who made my face look bulging? Look at that hot meat bun, everyone loves it, everyone wants to swallow it in one gulp, but if this meat bun turns into your face... Actually, I am not fat, but Just because of this face, I have to bear the false reputation of being "fat". It's really unfair!

The face is as round as glutinous rice balls

During the Chinese New Year, who doesn’t like to eat glutinous rice balls? Of course I also like to eat them, especially the ones stuffed with sesame seeds... Tsk, tsk, tsk, no. Now, I'm going to be drowned in saliva. Tangyuan, a delicacy, is often used to describe me. One of my best friends once said to me: "Your face is really rounder than the glutinous rice balls made by my mother!" I fainted! (Using metaphorical rhetoric to compare the face to a round glutinous rice ball, it is vivid and interesting.

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My face is as fat as a pumpkin

If meat buns and glutinous rice balls are small things that are not enough to describe my face, then when it comes to pumpkin, you will definitely Stretch out your thumb and say "Fat!" He is indeed fat! (Using a transitional sentence to introduce the third food enhances the coherence of the article.) There is no way, who made me eat all the meat on my face. My face is indeed comparable to the small pumpkins on the market, but I don’t know if it will grow into a big pumpkin in the future—don’t do it!

This is my “food face”. I know you won't envy me, but at least my face is very distinctive, right? My Face Essay 8

The night is so quiet, and the soft moonlight shines silvery white all over the ground; 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 to 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 things. Small animals. Every day after school, I would ride on my father's shoulders, shaking my head like a victorious little general. The envious looks from my classmates made me develop a deep love for my father. However, as time passed and age grew, this feeling gradually faded away, replaced by 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 handing 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, engineer...

The weather turned cold, and my father said with concern: "It's cold, so wear more clothes." "Oh, I understand." I replied nonchalantly. I looked up 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 freezing. Outside, it was dark, with several old trees that had lost all their leaves shivering in the cold wind. Oh, that figure standing in the cold wind: like a green pine, like a green cypress... He tried his best to search among the crowd, letting the cold wind lift his coat and get into his trouser legs. It turns 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: Gao High cheekbones, deep-set eyes, dry wrinkled skin... Suddenly, I realized what an unfilial daughter I was. Father, you have obviously aged and lost weight over the years. Can you forgive your daughter for her unfilial piety? The moon rose higher, and against the moonlight, my father's old face became clearer. Oh, love is deep in the heart... My Face Composition 9

When I was a child, whenever I fell, it was you who picked me up, you who wiped my tears, and you who removed them for me. The dust on my clothes is because you treated my wounds and you rushed me to the hospital. Whenever I was sick, it was you who cooked for me, who washed my clothes, who fed me medicine, who was always by my side, who cheered me up, and who never complained. .

As time goes by, I have grown up slowly, but you have slowly grown older, and there are more and more wrinkles on your forehead. Now looking at your old face, I Cried. Before, I was very prejudiced against you, and sometimes I would look at you cross-eyed when you were a little wrong, but you were still the same as before, smiling at me and you had no complaints. As I grew up day by day, started to be sensible, and understood the truth, I found: I shouldn't target you like that, I should be filial to you. You used to do things for me, but now that I have grown up, I don't want you to do things for me. I have done something, I want to do something for you, and I should give something to you.

Nowadays, your face is full of wrinkles. Sometimes, when I see you, I will remember the bad things I did to you in the past and your love for me, so I shed tears.

Thank you, because of you, my life can be so beautiful; thank you, because of you, I have all this. It was you who raised me. As the saying goes: "A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring." I will never forget your kindness in raising me, and I want to repay you. Our family's living conditions were not very good before, but you can do whatever I want. Give it to me, I know: you bought it for me frugally. Thinking about it now, I feel very sad. I was ignorant before, but now I am sensible. I will not let you suffer anymore, dear mother...

The sky is wider than the ocean, and the sky is wider than the ocean. The sky is wider than the human mind. Only with a broad mind can you soar in this world. Gratitude is what every middle school student should learn and what everyone must abide by. Having a grateful heart is equivalent to owning the whole world. , possessing inexhaustible and inexhaustible wealth. My Face Composition 10

I had a wonderful childhood, which was like a cornucopia, carrying countless memories of that time. From time to time waves of memories come up, and I always have different feelings in my heart.

That year, summer had passed and people ushered in autumn. But I got seriously ill. So, I ended up in the hospital. My mother took a long leave from the company for me.

Stay with me at the bedside every day.

I was very happy because I got rid of my homework, and I had a great time playing in the hospital bed every day. It seems like all the troubles in the world have gone away from me, and it’s just me and happiness.

However, my mother has had dark circles under her eyes these past few days. I just thought my mother didn't have a good rest and didn't pay too much attention. I still eat, drink and have fun, which makes me feel very comfortable. The dark circles under my mother's eyes are getting worse and worse. I have asked many times, but they are always lies that can be seen at a glance. Seeing my mother like this, I stopped asking questions and had no choice but to let it go.

That night, I drank too much water during the day, so I had to go out and relieve myself. As soon as I got up, I saw my mother walking outside the window. The sweat on her forehead reflected faint light under the white light. The night at this time was quiet.

The next day, the sun rose from the east again, emitting a very gentle light. My mother is still by my side, looking at me with a smile. So gentle and kind. Only the dark circles under his eyes were very unsightly. On this day, I didn’t play, I was just meditating. Until at night, I fainted without knowing it...

It was not just how long it had passed, but whether it was only one second or ten thousand years. I don’t know, I don’t know anything.

Not only how long has passed, but my eyes seem to be able to open. Yes, it can really open. After opening it, what do you regret? Following the dazzling white light, my eyes slowly opened. It's mom! No, is this really her?

This is indeed her! Still the same smile. But why is she like this? The original black hair was mixed with a lot of silver strands, the eyes were red and swollen, and there were a pair of black eye circles.

There are also traces of time on his face. But he still kept smiling.

My nose couldn’t help but feel sore and I hugged her. I poured all my emotions into those tears, and there were three words in the tears - I love you. My Face Composition 11

Hello everyone! I am the Great Wall of China. Everyone is very familiar with me. I am the longest building in the world. People say that I am like a giant dragon lying among the mountains. I go from Jiayuguan in northwest Gansu to the east, across the Qilian Mountains, and along the Helan Mountain, Yin Mountain, Yan Mountain, across the desert, across the grassland, directly to the Yalu River, with a total length of more than 12,700 miles, known as the "Great Wall". In history, 20 dynasties have built it!

No matter how you say it, I am also a bold project in China. However, in recent years, more and more Chinese and foreign tourists have come to the Great Wall, which marks a big step forward for China's tourism projects.

But, who has thought about my feelings? When tourists admire China's magnificent mountains and rivers, when they marvel at our country's majestic buildings, I cry quietly and endure the pain silently.

Because, while the tourists were having fun, they also carved their names on the city bricks on both sides, perhaps to prove that they had arrived at the Great Wall. Almost all the bricks of the Great Wall that are more than 12,700 miles long have some eye-catching names engraved on them. . Some people couldn't find a place to insert their pens because there were too many names on the city bricks, so they carved them again where others had carved them. These pranks happen every day, making me even more worried about my future.

People stabbed me like this, which changed my cute little face into the "pockmarked face" I have now. Now the builders are planning to give me a renovation, a "facelift." However, the Great Wall is, after all, a historic site in China. Once it is renovated, it loses its historical flavor. If it is not renovated, my "nightmare" will continue. It's really a dilemma, and I feel sorry for the architects.

As the saying goes: "He who has not been to the Great Wall is not a hero." These people have been to the Great Wall, can they still be considered heroes if they do such a thing? You know, the Qin Dynasty built the Great Wall without mechanical equipment and relied entirely on human work. The entire Great Wall embodies the sweat of the builders. Do these people just have the heart to destroy it? My Face Essay 12

My face is almost carved from the same mold as my father’s, so sometimes when I say I am ugly, my father cannot accept it. I tried my best to say to my father in a joking tone: "I feel ugly!" My father always mistakenly thought that I had low self-esteem. Mom has a square face, not fat, her broad bones are there, and she can’t even point them out even if she wants to! I seem to have learned all the bad things about my parents. My father’s nose structure that is prone to nosebleeds and my mother’s square face shape have all been inherited by me and have become unfavorable features on my face.

Every time I go on stage to speak or perform, I don’t dare to face everyone. Others may not pay attention to my face, but I always like to wear a mask. Covering my face seems to make me feel more comfortable. Even if the sound is soft and muffled.

When I was a child, I felt that wherever I went, other people’s eyes would be focused on me. It seemed that I was always in the center of the stage. Relatives and friends will always praise me for my cuteness in this way, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this child is so cute. Look, the eyes are so big and the face is so white!" What child is not cute? Do the people who compliment me really think I'm cute, or do they have to compliment me out of politeness? Ever since this question came to my mind, I felt that their compliments were not so sincere, maybe they were just words.

I really hate people who say I’m good-looking. If my sister said, "Sister is so beautiful!" my eyes would be as sharp as razor blades and shoot at her mercilessly. With such a beginning, we will definitely rise up against each other in the house that day and "make a revolution." Every time I hear these "compliments", I not only feel embarrassed and speechless, but I also firmly believe that these words are not sincere. Most people will not say anything directly when they see an ugly person. They may even give a few false compliments. In retrospect, they will feel exaggerated. Later, they may worry that others will overhear...

Why am I unhappy when someone praises me? Because I am not satisfied with my face! But what's the use if you don't like it? This is already my logo, my unique symbol. Therefore, I can only "respect my parents" and treat this "skin" kindly. This is also the best gift my parents gave me. Perhaps as my inner beauty improves, I will gradually stop caring about other people's opinions.