People with characteristics around them write essays.

In ordinary daily life, everyone has dealt with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. So, how to write a composition? The following is the composition of people with characteristics around me that I have compiled for you. Welcome to share.

Write 1 the "high note" of our class with characteristics around you.

"Do your homework quickly, stop it!" "Whoever speaks again, stand up for me." "Do your homework carefully, or I will sue the teacher." Hey, who's yelling? Oh, it turns out that the "high notes" in our class are responsible for discipline.

"High Tone" is a member of the Discipline Inspection Commission of our class. She is a celebrity in our class. She is not tall. She wears two sheephorn braids every day and walks with them, which is very powerful.

Control discipline, XXX is very good at it. She has a loud voice for discipline, so we call her "high note". Once, the teacher went out to a meeting and told her to take care of the discipline in the class. After the teacher left, the classroom, which was originally quiet and could only hear the "whirring" sound of electric fans, suddenly became a lively vegetable market, with human voices, slapstick sounds and laughter … mixed together, just like frogs in rice fields began to "chorus".

"treble" saw it and walked to the podium. With a bang, the "tweeter" clapped his hand on the platform and roared like a lion: "Stop talking and do your homework quickly." After that, the classroom was quiet for only one second. After the second class, the whole class began to make noise.

The "tweeter" put down his pen and went straight to the classmate who spoke to warn him. Students don't listen, and the "tweeter" can't stand it. His face sank, his eyes were round as if on fire, and his face was red.

Guan Gong shouted at the top of his lungs, "If you speak again, I will write whose name on the blackboard and let the teacher punish you." As soon as this was said, the whole corridor heard XXX's voice, which was earth-shattering and deafening, and the roof was about to collapse. The students trembled and almost peed their pants. They quickly shut up and buried themselves in their homework, afraid to speak.

This is the "tweeter" of our class-×××.

All the people with characteristics around us are capable people. It's really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. My mother is a "martial arts expert", with unique skills, and I don't know which sect to learn from.

My mother's best skill is "lion roar skill", with a risk index of five stars. This skill mainly treats my procrastination and sleeping late. It's a sunny morning. I'm sleeping and dreaming of playing freely in the square. My flying mother doesn't know when she will walk into my bedroom. She thought I was uncomfortable, so she touched her forehead first, then mine, and gently asked me, "Are you uncomfortable?" "No." I answered calmly. At this time, my mother's face sank and she shouted in a voice higher than 60 decibels: "You haven't finished your homework yet, and you still have the heart to sleep late?" Go do your homework! "It was really' Mom shouted and shook the ground three times', which made me jump up, refreshed and sleepy, and I went to do my homework.

Mom is not only good at "lion roar", but also good at "sunflower acupuncturing hand". This work is mainly aimed at my irregular writing posture. One dark night, my mother and I did our homework together. I suddenly felt sleepy, so I bent down to do my homework on the table. Just after writing a few words, I felt a cold wind blowing behind me. This is not good. It is my mother's "sunflower acupuncturist" who works hard. I was caught before I could hide. I gave a cry and my back straightened at once. At this time, my mother cooperated with the "lion roar": "Do you want eyes, write well, don't lie down!"

My mother's peerless martial arts just "spoiled" me. Although my mother's martial arts left me a "shadow of the soul", it made me form a good habit of writing in a standardized posture and not sleeping late.

My father is of medium height, and his intelligent eyes are shining with mysterious light. His nose is tall and straight, and his ears are big. When he laughed, his eyes turned into two new moons.

Dad's first function: planting flowers. On my balcony, my father planted lettuce, blueberries, strawberries, watermelons and other fruits and vegetables, as well as interesting plants such as gypsophila, venus flytrap and pitcher plants. Dad is very careful when planting flowers and plants. He often observes whether there are pests on flowers and plants, and if there are, his father catches them with his hands. Once, I saw my father hunched over, holding a watering can in one hand, carefully turning over the leaves in the other, spraying pesticides before, and sweat rolled down his forehead. I was full of doubts and asked him, "Dad, why did you spray insecticide on this healthy plant?" Dad looked up while wiping his sweat and said, "Because he is ill. There are many red spiders on it. " I bent down to have a look, but I didn't even see the shadow of a red spider. I asked again, "No! Why didn't I see it? " Dad put down the sprinkler in his hand and patiently said to me, "Starscream is smaller than half of sesame." You can't see them unless you look carefully. " Dad called me to his side, gently turned over a leaf and showed me Starscream with his finger. Wow, a large group of red spiders are crowded on the leaves. Dad continued to say to me: "There are too many little red spiders, which can't be pinched by hand and can only be killed with pesticides." Dad sprayed a few times on the leaves with a sprayer, and Starscream crawled around in pain. After a while, it stopped moving and died. After a long time, we finally cured this "sick" plant. Dad breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, picked up scissors and began to get busy again. ...

Dad's second role: assembly. Dad made an automatic irrigation system for the flowers and plants on the balcony. It bought a lot of water pipes and nozzles, connected them together, fixed them in the soil with brackets, and then connected them to the water pump. From then on, the plants grew denser and danced happily in the breeze. Isn't that thanks to Dad?

My father has many functions. You're not jealous when you see this. I have a multifunctional father!

All the people around him are of medium height, with short gray hair and deep wrinkles on their dark faces, like the rough trunk of the old elm tree in front of the door. This face is always permeated with a kind smile. This man is the one who likes me the most and I like him the most-grandpa.

Although I like my grandfather, I find him very stingy. On several occasions, my mother found a lot of expired food, as well as steamed bread and pancakes that were about to deteriorate. My mother threw them all away in the front foot, and my grandfather picked them up in the back foot, slapping the dust on them with his hand and nagging, "How many things do you have to waste in your generation?" What a pity to throw away good things. "If mom insists on throwing it away, grandpa will pull his face down, and several wrinkles on his forehead will be twisted together with a loud voice:" Leave it alone! "

If there are leftovers in my bowl after dinner, my grandfather will sigh and say to himself, "Who knows that every Chinese food is hard?" I will soon finish eating, and my grandfather's wrinkles will spread out. He smiled at me and said, "Yes, this is called CD!" " "

My mother bought a lot of new clothes for grandpa. He folded them neatly and put them in the cupboard. He always wears one or two old clothes back and forth. Grandpa didn't ask the expectant mother to buy clothes for him again, saying that the old clothes were not dirty or old, and they were really comfortable to wear, so there was no need to spend money indiscriminately.

Although he doesn't want to eat or wear himself, he will generously give me a lot of delicious food every time he goes back. Grandpa keeps three big hens at home. He couldn't bear to eat the clucking eggs of the hen, so he saved them and put them in the refrigerator for us to eat when we got home. Even though my mother quarreled with him for a long time, he still insisted that we take it home, saying that eating more nutritious eggs made me grow taller.

My grandfather was like this. He had a prosperous career all his life, but he left us all the good things.

Write 5 "hey" with characteristics around you? Why is this? " In the afternoon, there was a confused voice across the table. I looked up and couldn't help laughing. It turns out that my brother is reading again-he is really a "book fan" in my family, and many interesting things have happened with books. Let's have a look.

See the secretary

As a reader, it is common for my brother to take books with him. Secondly, I passed the kitchen door and saw him pressing the book on the stove with his left hand, holding a spatula in his right hand and turning over the dishes in the pot at will. He glanced at the pot and turned to read it carefully. "Xiaoyu, the dishes in the pot are almost burnt." "Oh, oh?" He hurriedly put down his shovel, picked up a pot of water and poured it into the pot while reading. The results were all crooked, and the next second he exclaimed, "Oh, brother, the water from the Liusha River overflowed from my book and made my book wet." I stood by laughing and crying.

Tibetan secretary

My brother regards books as treasures. Once, I just arrived at his house and found my uncle cleaning books outside, so he followed. When my uncle went in to move the second wave of books, he quickly bent down, grabbed a lot of books on the ground with both hands and moved them to his room, trying to hide: "Where should I hide?" Yes, that's it! Brother, please help me throw these toys at the door and secretly take back the books at the door. Shh-"He made a quiet gesture to me, and I was speechless.

Borrow a secretary

A big source of my brother's books is in the library. Once again, my uncle took us to the library to borrow books, only to see him skillfully come to the computer, quickly enter the search bar, take out a pen and paper, write down the specific location of the books he needed, turn around like a gust of wind, and run back and forth in the library to find books. Half an hour later, he received a big stack of books, and I was dumbfounded: so many, even my mother had to look for half a day.

How's it going? Did my bookworm brother surprise you?

My deskmate is a "late procrastinator", and everything is delayed. He will never finish it until the last moment. This question makes people laugh and cry.

His name is Lin. He is a chubby boy. He has short black hair, a pair of small eyes are always narrowing, and the corners of his mouth are rising from time to time, which makes you feel that he is always smiling. His procrastination is famous in our class. Everyone asked him for help, and he stamped his foot in the end, but he still played basketball with his classmates in no hurry.

Half a month ago, our two or three groups won the penultimate place again because of his "contribution". There is a rule in our class that at the end of each month, each of the first two groups will be rewarded with two yuan, and each of the last two groups will contribute two yuan to the class. Because of him, we couldn't count the pocket money with our hands, so we decided to pay the money by the person who deducted the most points. Now my deskmate is out of luck!

I think my deskmate will pay soon, because no one wants to be hit. A stick can make you jump in pain, let alone hit 20 times. It turned out that I was wrong. He only paid his own money and he didn't pay any of our money. Although I urge him every day, he still looks indifferent. Seeing the day when the teacher announced that the mob was coming, we paid the money first and escaped. Then there is a long process of urging him to pay back the money. With the efforts of the three of us, he finally agreed to pay back the money, and we were relieved.

This is my classmate who suffers from procrastination. I really hope he can get rid of this bad habit, because it's too worrying.

Write a composition with characteristics around you 7. Go ahead, don't get my clothes dirty.

Well, you can see that mom is a neat freak. I wonder how many times she makes strange noises every day. It seems that she can't stand not making strange noises every day.

In the morning, the sunshine penetrated into the room through the window and sprinkled on me who was sleeping in my dream. Ah! There was a ghost crying next door, and I was awakened by the alarm clock. I jumped out of bed and ran to my mother's room. I saw my father staring at her stupidly, with a blank look. I crossed my waist angrily and asked dad, what are you doing? What happened to your mother? Affect my sleep! I don't know. I was working the night shift outside just now, and I was sweating all over. I wanted to take a bath, so I met your mother. Dad pouted discontentedly, didn't you know? I just put on a new dress and I'm sweating all over. That's disgusting! My mother stared at my dad in disgust and touched her beloved clothes lovingly, saying, Oh, I just bought clothes for thousands of dollars, and I spent the whole night squatting on the floor to wash clothes, which was so dirty. God, what's wrong with me? After that, I ran to the bathroom, closed the door, took off my clothes and scrubbed all morning. I was dumbfounded by the speed. I'm really a neat freak. I can't stand a little sweat. What should I do in summer? I touched my head and spread my hands helplessly, and there was nothing I could do about her.

In the evening, my father and I were too lazy to cook, so we ordered takeout. While working, my mother nagged: this takeaway has been said several times, it's unsanitary, and it's disgusting! But neither my father nor I care. After we got the takeout, my father and I wolfed down our food without even washing our hands. After eating, we wiped our clothes and lay on the sofa watching TV leisurely, just as the water was cut off in the community, my mother couldn't wash her hands if she wanted to. I smiled smugly. Who knows that my mother is not vague at all, so she took out a wet towel and wiped it hard on my hand. It's not wiping my hands, it's just peeling.

It is because of my mother's trouble that our home is as clean as new and spotless, so I love it even though I am clean!

I wrote 8 with characteristics around me. There is a tangy smell in the kitchen, and I can't help coming out of the study. "Our chef mother is preparing food for us again!" Today, my mother is going to make my favorite minced meat tomato watercress. I finished my homework and couldn't wait to watch it in the kitchen.

You see, mom skillfully took out some watercress, a piece of pork and some tomatoes from the refrigerator first. I saw that she carefully peeled off the prepared watercress and put it on a plate for later use. Then I had pork in one hand and a knife in the other, and all I heard was "Chen Wenjing". In the blink of an eye, the pork was chopped. I was shocked by it and couldn't help exclaiming, "Mom, you are amazing!" " My mother said seriously while cutting, "honey, practice makes perfect." You do it every day, sum up your experience, and you must do better than your mother! " "I nodded and looked at it. I saw that my mother peeled the red tomato again, then cut it into small pieces, then poured the oil evenly into the washed pot, and then added the minced meat when the oil was slightly hot." It smells good! "I can't help but exclaim," Little greedy cat, it's almost ready! " Mom said with a smile, while adding the washed watercress, she continued to stir fry with a spatula. When the watercress is half cooked, she puts in the chopped tomatoes and continues to stir fry evenly. I saw red tomatoes and green watercress. The bright colors and fragrant smell were really mouth-watering. At this time, my mother added a little cold water. Two minutes later, when the water slurped, my mother added a little more.

When my mother brought the dishes to the table, I gave my parents a share first, and then mixed mine with rice, which became an unforgettable "rice with minced meat and tomato and watercress". I sniffed my nose and it really made my mouth water. That sour taste would be great if I ate it every day!

This is our great chef, an ordinary and great mother. She cares about me in every way with unknown actions. I love my mother!

People with characteristics around them write 9 careless "pistachios".

Everyone drowns at the sight of "pistachio", but she can't eat this "pistachio" in the article because she is my careless sister.

My sister is a lovely and careless "pistachio". She is tall, and her hair has a charming fragrance. Her eyebrows are thin and long, like the moon bridge in the sky. Her small mouth is even more lovely, and her pink mouth is as smooth as a spring, as sweet as a dessert poured with honey. The most beautiful is my sister's eyes. No matter who looks at them, bright eyes are smiling, as if the whole world is full of sunshine.

My sister is a lovely and careless "pistachio".

I remember once, my aunt gave my sister a beautiful pot of flowers. The whole flower is pink and the branches are as tall and straight as soldiers.

My sister either waters the flowers or basks in the sun every day, and sometimes even plays with them like a human.

One day, my sister put flowers by the pillar to bask in the sun and went to take a nap happily. When my sister got up to look at the flowers after a nap at night, she was surprised to find that there was no shadow left in the flowers! My sister was anxious, frowned, blushed and her eyes became "moist".

Immediately ran to the neighbor's house and cried, "Sister, sister, have you seen my flowers?" My flowers are gone. "

"Sorry, little sister, my sister didn't see your flowers."

My sister was more anxious when she heard it, and tears fell drop by drop. Then my sister ran to my aunt's house next door. Aunt, you.

In this way, my sister went door to door and still had no clue. My sister jumped up in a hurry and shouted, "Bad guy, give me back the flowers!" " "

Finally, my sister came home with a bitter face, only to find that the flowers were on the refrigerator. When my sister saw it, she seemed to come to the angel's arms from the abyss of pain and showed a bright smile. "My flowers are here, my flowers are here!"

Huh? What's going on here? It turned out that my sister brought the flowers in before, but I just forgot.

Alas, this "pistachio" is really cute and careless!

Look, he is thin and his arms are like two noodles. Eyes as big as two black diamonds. With a straight nose and huge ears, he is my "tell the judge", and the important thing is-he is my brother!

He sometimes makes my teeth itch. Once, I wrote a composition, but I couldn't remember what to write. At this time, he smiled cunningly, raised his fist, leaned back, pounced on me, punched and kicked, and I almost saw Duke Zhou. When I recovered, I was furious. I stare big eyes, my eyebrows are twisted together, and I point to his nose and ask fiercely, "Why did you hit me?" I didn't mess with you! "But as if nothing had happened, he pretended to be a good man:" Help you find writing materials! " "I am very angry, but since he is helping me find writing materials, it is a bit unreasonable for me to beat him again. I hate tickling my roots. What shall we do? He is my brother. I wonder how many more beatings he will get in the future. This road is very narrow.

Sometimes he makes me like it very much. Another time, we went to Pizza Hut for dinner, and he offered to invite us. Please don't hesitate to ask my mom and dad what they want to eat. In fact, even if he didn't say anything, I wouldn't be polite, so I saw something Pizza, steak, salad, chicken wings, ice cream … ordered a big table. After eating, he really generously used his pocket money to buy the bill. He also learned to serve the emperor on TV, help me with my cup, and respectfully open the door to show me the way, which made me very happy and overjoyed.

Anyway, this is "telling the judge". Sometimes he tickles my teeth, and sometimes he makes me like it. Do you like him?

The distinctive writing 1 1 fu is the big "star" of our class! As long as they are girls, they will avoid him when they see him. Alas, who made me so miserable. This "cute" chubby is arranged next to me.

He is not very sanitary, and his nose always flows over that cherry mouth1mm. Round face, fleshy nose, oversized eyes and chubby belly make up our lovely and hateful Fu Xiaopang.

I sit at the same table with Fu, and I get a lot of benefits! Xiao pang is a gourmet with international standards. He needs to satisfy his iconic appearance at all times: his stomach! Sitting next to him, I heard either the voice of talking or the voice of humming. He eats in class, eats after class, does exercises during recess, and physical education class takes time to eat ... The topic of his chat with me is also eating! Haha, but I don't object to his eating. How can he enjoy it alone because of his feelings? Xiao Pang is generous, never haggles over every ounce, and always shares his snacks with everyone. He also reads widely, and whenever a famous book is mentioned, Xiao Pang's voice is essential. Nothing, just pick up a book and read it while eating snacks. If I borrow the book I want to read from him, I can get it the next day.

Such chubby is really cute, but he hates it, and no one can stand it.

Once, I walked aimlessly on the playground and suddenly felt a stabbing pain in my back. I turned and shouted, "Who is it?" Xiao Pang looked at me with a cheeky smile and said, "This is a big deal. Look at you, you are surprised! " "Say it, laugh at heaven. There seems to be a fire on my head. I am a famous "female man" in my class. How can I put it down? So, I raised my hand and shouted, "Didn't I hit you these two days?" When Xiao Pang saw that the situation was not good, he immediately begged me for mercy, frowning and piteously saying to me, "My Lord, I dare not do this again! You can bypass the small one! " Looking at Xiao Pang's flattering and funny appearance, my heart softened. I let go of my hand and laughed with him.

This chubby one really makes people love and hate!

There is a respected story king in our class. She is our head teacher, Miss Zhang. She is not only good at writing, but also eloquent and knowledgeable. She can always tell some interesting stories and make the whole class laugh.

Teacher Zhang has a pair of big round eyes. She is cheerful and loves to laugh, and her smile is as beautiful as a curved crescent moon. Tall and slender, walking on campus is a beautiful scenery. We all like her very much!

I remember once, she told us an interesting and philosophical story. "Once upon a time, there was a man in the Song Dynasty who made a living by planting crops, so he bowed his head and transplanted rice in the scorching sun every day and worked in the fields. Day after day, the Song people feel really hard! What bothers him even more is that the crops don't seem to grow at all, and he is very anxious. " We are all fascinated by it and can't wait to know the next story. Teacher Zhang went on to explain: "So, this Song man came up with an idea. He pulled out some crops, and the crops suddenly grew taller! As a result, before long, all the crops died. Classmates, do you think the Song people are doing this right? " The whole class answered loudly: "No! This is called pulling out the seedlings and encouraging them. " Teacher Zhang smiled and said to us, "The students are all great. This story tells us that the growth of everything in nature has its objective laws, and we can't force it to change. Stupid Song people don't understand this truth and are eager for success. As a result, they ended up in the opposite end. "

This is teacher Zhang, the story king of our class. She is our role model! She taught us a lot of truth and made us full of interest in Chinese learning.

She has short black hair, small round eyes, and looks shining, especially her small mouth that can talk and argue, and can tell the truth. Guess who she is? She is Wang Shuting, the hot and passionate pepper in our class.

One day in the self-study class, the students were doing their homework seriously. At this moment, the most naughty Song in our class suddenly screamed loudly, and suddenly he was thrown into the water like a stone, splashing and breaking the peace of the classroom. I saw that he bared his teeth and made a more excessive action, triumphantly dancing hip-hop on the table, not to mention how embarrassing it was! His mouth was full of songs, some students followed him, and some students blamed him ... At this time, Wang Shuting, a member of the Disciplinary Committee, stood up, his eyes were as wide as a cow bell, revealing harsh light and approaching him step by step. It is estimated that her pupils have let him go many times. Under the glare of this cold light, he returned to his seat groggy. The classroom is quiet again. She knocked on the floor and said, "Students who don't obey the classroom discipline will be thrown out." .

This small pepper has not only a pungent side, but also a passionate side. One day after school, the raindrops in the sky increased and fell on the trees, the ground and the body intensively ... When Pepe was walking on the road with an umbrella, she saw a little sister. Because there was no umbrella, she had to put her schoolbag on her head. Pepper stepped forward without hesitation and put her arms around her under the umbrella. The rain is still dripping. I think this is the most beautiful scenery in the rain.

This is our pepper, hot and passionate.

Write 14 with characteristics around you. There is a classmate named Huang Haonan in our class. He is a big fan of insects.

Why do you say that? Look at his schoolbag, the pattern on it is a big bug, and the side is covered with colorful patterns; Look at his drawer again. There are always some books about insects in it. In addition to introducing interesting stories and related knowledge of insects, those books are also accompanied by exquisite illustrations of various insects, which he likes to read very much; Even when we were resting in the playground, physical education class couldn't help observing the ants and other insects under the big tree beside the playground, as if he were sick all over.

I remember one afternoon last semester, we sat quietly in the classroom and had a science class. The teacher is telling us about insects, which is what Huang Haonan is most interested in! I saw him sitting in front of me, his bright eyes staring like two bells, staring at the science teacher; Two ears are straight, like a big rabbit, listening motionless; Straight waist and two long legs are motionless, for fear of missing the slightest bit of what the teacher said. When the teacher said he would try to keep an insect, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and people cheered at once, as if they had made many insect friends again.

No matter at noon or after class, he races against time to do one thing, that is, read books about insects. He likes reading books about insects, such as insect hunting, insect knowledge and so on. He has learned a lot from them! He often tells us which insects are beneficial and which are harmful. I was scared out of my wits at the sight of bigger insects, and he always laughed at me, but he also told me the names and kinds of insects when he laughed at my cowardice. I once asked him: What do you want to be when you grow up? I want to be an entomologist! Huang Haonan said slowly. I secretly admire him and believe that he can achieve his goal through his own efforts.

Huang Haonan is a super bug fan in our class. I wish this bug fan teacher could stay with me all the time.

Angela Zhang is a famous little girl in our class, but she has the strength of an ox. Although I am not much taller than her, my strength lags far behind her.

Although Angela Zhang is small, she is not to be taunted in our women's group. Once in physical education class, Angela Zhang asked me to play with him, but I already promised someone else. At this time, I am very embarrassed. I don't want to refuse her, but I can't break my word and I don't know what to do. I thought to myself, "A word from a gentleman is a promise, but it's hard to catch up with it." Since you promised others first, you should say it bravely. "I'm sorry, Angela Zhang, I'm sorry ... I ... I can't play with you now, I have promised someone else," I stammered. She was suddenly unhappy, frowning, staring at me with a crooked nose and yelling, "If you don't play, you won't play." He also punched me hard and hit me on the shoulder, and suddenly my shoulder was burning.

"Oh, it hurts me!" The shoulder seems to have been hit by a hammer, and it seems to be broken. It hit my right arm. I dare not do my homework when I go back to the classroom. Isn't it just to play together for a while? As for fighting like this? "Cough" really can't help her.

But sometimes she is brave. When we girls are bullied by boys, she can always help. I don't know how Zhang Tingrui provoked girls today. Being beaten by Angela Zhang, he shouted for help and shouted: "Do you dare to bully girls?" Her opponent Zhang Tingrui kept begging for mercy.

This is Angela Zhang, a small and powerful person in our class and the core player of our women's team!