Describe actions that cannot be written in essays

1. The essay about action description for full marks in the high school entrance examination

Whenever our classmate "Chunchun" is nervous, he will make a very funny action: put both hands Stretch out your index finger, and then touch your fingertips with your fingertips (what Lazy Sheep does every time he is interrogated on TV). This is the result of my observation many times.

Once in class, the teacher asked Chunchun to answer a question. Chunchun stood up and didn’t know what to say. I looked at Chunchun and almost laughed, but I couldn’t laugh in class. When I came out and class was over, I quickly told my deskmate what Chunchun had done just now. As a result, my deskmate laughed harder than me and fell directly on the table.

Another time, Chunchun failed to memorize the text, and the teacher asked the whole class to stand up. Chunchun stood up slowly. The teacher glared at Chunchun, and Chunchun was frightened. I made that funny move again. I quickly called my deskmate and asked him to take a look. As a result, my deskmate couldn't help it and secretly put his head down and laughed. I couldn't hold it back at first, but when I saw my deskmate The table laughed, and I couldn't help but want to laugh, so I also put my head under the table and laughed.

After class, the classmates behind me asked me, why are you laughing in class? After laughing like that, my deskmate ended up crying (laughing) and telling them about Chunchun's movements. A few people behind also laughed, but not as fiercely as my deskmate. Maybe they were used to seeing Lazy Yangyang's movements.

Now that I think of that action, I still want to laugh

2. A 400-word essay that describes the action in the heart

The classmate who impressed me the most

Among my many classmates, the one who impressed me the most was Wu Yunbing. She has a pair of clear eyes, an oval face, tender and white skin, and she looks very cute. Also because she studies very well, speaks humorously, and has a wide range of extracurricular hobbies.

Her test scores in Chinese, mathematics, and English were almost full marks. This makes me very envious. This is mainly due to her diligent study and practice, and her study is serious and practical. And she is not a "nerdy" type of good student, she! I also had fun playing after class, but it wasn't the "crazy" kind of play. It was play that could relax me without going too far. Generally, students who are good at studying are quiet and don't like to talk much, but she is different. Once the chat box is opened, she won't talk at all! And she is cheerful and smiles brightly. When she speaks, she always carries a string of joyful laughter, and those who listen to her are always infected by her emotions.

She also has many hobbies, such as playing flute, cucurbit and other musical instruments. She will also show her little hand to the classmates in our class meetings. One time, the music "Shepherd Boy" she played was so beautiful that it seemed to take people into the field road all of a sudden. People saw the pastoral scene of the shepherd boy whipping his whip and driving the cattle, which was refreshing and refreshing.

Not only that, classmate Wu Yunbing is also very humble. When others praise her, she will always smile and say: "I don't dare to take it!" "You're flattering!" "No, no!" This will make people Her classmates and teachers felt that she was not high-minded and was very popular with teachers and students.

Wu Yunbing, a very talented classmate, is my role model.

In a bright study room, only the sound of "rustling" was heard, and a little boy was holding a book. He was fascinated by the book "Composition Encyclopedia". Sometimes he laughed for the humorous stories in the book; sometimes he applauded for the wonderful stories in the book; sometimes he shed tears for the touching stories in the book. He is my cousin - a complete "big book lover". He likes to play computer games and watch TV, but he loves reading books the most.

Late one night, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, but my cousin had not fallen asleep yet. I saw him quietly picking up a book, carefully flipping through the pages, staring intently at the words in the book, like a greedy hungry wolf, chewing the mysteries in the words.

His every move was so careful, and his big eyes full of wisdom glanced at the door from time to time, but the stories in the book pulled him back. His cousin forgot to be vigilant and turned over the pages with concentration. Reading the book, in the ocean of books, my cousin forgot about the world and himself. .

At some point, grandma stood in front of the bed and snatched the book from my cousin's hand, and then my cousin walked out of the sea of ??books. Another time, grandma went out, and my cousin sat on the sofa again and engrossed in his snack-book. The sound of cars and dogs barking outside the window did not affect my cousin at all. "Ding dong!" The doorbell rang. Grandma was back, but my cousin didn't notice. The doorbell rang again, but no one opened the door. Grandma broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that something had happened to her cousin, and hurriedly used the key to open the door, but she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It turned out that her cousin was reading a book, and the huge stone in grandma's heart was relieved.

Okay? 3. Character description, language description, psychological description, action description, composition

Childhood is a clear river, where there are white waves; childhood is a song, in my memory, it can make I found a lot of joy. When I heard other classmates talk about their childhood fun, I couldn’t help but think of the silly thing my neighbor Xiaohan and I did.

Before the Spring Festival, Xiaohan’s mother Aunt Zhao bought back a red woolen coat. Aunt Zhao said happily: "This year I finally added a piece of clothing that can be used for drinking tea!" After hearing this, Xiaohan and I both widened our curious eyes and thought: It’s really strange. You can drink tea through clothes. I’ve never heard of it. It’s so novel! Touching the dress again, it was thick and soft, indeed extraordinary.

Aunt Zhao went out, and Xiaohan and I decided to try out how to drink tea in the new clothes. Xiaohan brought a big Cup of tea, I slowly poured it on my new clothes. Hey! God! The water that just poured down disappeared after a while, and it didn't look wet at all. "No wonder Aunt Zhao said it was a 'tea dress'!" I said to myself.

Just when we were clapping our hands with joy, Aunt Zhao came back. Seeing us playing with her new clothes, she hurriedly put them away. When she touched her sleeves, they were soaked, so she asked us what was going on. Before I could answer, Xiao Han rushed to say: "We drank tea for your new clothes." I continued: "Didn't you say you can drink tea with your new clothes?"

After hearing this, Aunt Zhao broke into a smile. waist, and then pointed at Xiaohan's nose and said, "You guys! Each one is stupider than the other!"

It turns out that tea clothes refer to beautiful clothes worn to receive guests! I realize more and more how innocent and cute I was as a child! Maybe this is the most precious, there will never be such a time again... 4. A 400-word essay describing the actions of the characters

An innocent, cute, smart and lively cousin, he has a pair of watery eyes He has big eyes, and when he thinks about a problem, his dark eyes will spin in his sockets. When my cousin smiles, he can reveal a pair of white and neat teeth, which is very interesting. I like him very much.

My cousin lived in my grandma’s house. Once, he told grandma that he liked little tabby cats. Grandma loved my cousin and listened to everything he said. She told me to watch my cousin and go to the street to buy a little tabby cat. Grandma I bought a lively and beautiful little cat. My cousin jumped up with joy when he saw the lively and cute little cat. He quickly ran to grandma, played with the cute little cat, and gently stroked it. He was still singing a beautiful song about the little tabby cat. At this time, the little tabby cat scratched his cousin's pants with his claws. Grandpa saw it, picked up the little tabby cat and threw it away. The cousin burst into tears when he saw it. He said: "Grandpa, you are evil. The little cat is ignorant. You have to educate it. How can you throw it away? I am ignorant, will you throw me away too? Look at how pitiful it is!" Everyone laughed after hearing this. .Grandpa quickly picked up the little cat and said to his cousin: "Yes, the kitten is ignorant, my brother educates it!"

Another time, my cousin was playing in the house, and he didn't listen to his grandma. He wanted to play with the bicycle, but he accidentally overturned the bicycle and pinned his fingers. He quickly opened his fingers and burst into tears. At this time, grandma heard the crying and ran out of the room. Seeing this situation, he was angry and funny, so he ignored him. He stopped crying after a while, and peeped through his fingers to see if grandma was paying attention to him. He found that grandma ignored him and walked to her side. Laugh.

How funny and cute my cousin is! I like him very much. 5. Urgent composition describing the actions of characters

He is 7 years old. He is not tall and thin, but he looks very energetic.

He has very short hair, a pair of black and bright eyes on his handsome face, and a high nose, like a small carrot. People who have been to his home say that he is a good-looking boy with good features.

My sister is very cute. She is already 3 months old. A few days ago it was my sister's 100-day anniversary. My mother drove to "Love You Baby" and took some photos with her baby sister in her arms.

My sister has a pair of small and bright eyes, a bulging face, and a particularly small mouth. She has a pair of cute ears, and a pair of small hands clenched into fists, waving from time to time.

Look! Those chubby little feet that look like little steamed buns are so cute! I love my sister. My favorite classmate in our class is the handsome boy Geng Hao, you see! He is not tall, but he is very stocky, and his arms and legs are like mature corn cobs.

He likes to wear his coat unbuttoned. He said: "That will make you look more majestic." Geng Hao has a round head and a rosy face. Coincidentally, his The pair of black and shiny eyes are also round.

I like his smile the most. When he smiles, his shiny black eyes turn into two crescent moons. His little red mouth loved telling jokes most, and his jokes always made us laugh before we laughed out loud. At this time, the crescent moon appeared again.

My father is the first mate of an ocean-going merchant ship. He is tall, with naturally curly yellowish hair, a pair of wise eyes embedded in his fair square face, and a pair of nostrils that appear particularly large under the high bridge of his nose.

When I was young, I often looked at his nostrils and asked: "Dad, why are your nostrils so big?" He always answered with a smile; "When choosing a horse, you must choose a horse with big nostrils, because the big nostrils are big." Horses with nostrils run fast. My father was a sprint champion in school. If you don’t believe me, ask your mother.”

At this time, my mother and I would look at his big nostrils and burst into laughter. Dad is thin, of medium height, with medium-sized eyes, a crew cut, and a tall nose that makes him look more energetic.

The chiseled lips are covered with a beard like steel needles. Dad has a lot of knowledge. He often tells me many magical and interesting science stories and comes up with many ways to exercise me.

There is such a little boy in our class. He is not tall, his body is like a small tree, and his limbs are like small branches that have just grown out. His thin body supports a big head. Is it really worrying that his weak body can support it? His face is white, and the most eye-catching thing is his big, watery eyes, which are so wide that sometimes they really remind people of Sun Wukong's blazing eyes in Journey to the West.

People say: "The eyes are the windows to the soul." His big head is filled with a wealth of knowledge that is enviable.

He also has a clever little red mouth, and the songs he sings are very beautiful! Do you know him? Want to know who he is? He is Wang Yuxi, a classmate in our class. My cousin is 5 years old this year. Even though she is only 5 years old, sometimes I can't help her and I have to let her down.

My cousin is very cute, with two dimples on her chubby face. Sometimes when we smile at her, she will say: "I know why you are laughing, you are laughing at my dimples."

As she said that, she would poke her dimples with her chubby fingers, feeling very proud. look. The most endearing thing about my cousin is her eyes. Her black eyeballs are extremely big, almost filling her eyes, and they are pitch black, as if she cannot see to the bottom.

When she asks for something from you, she will look at you pleadingly with her eyes. Your heart will soften immediately and you will give her whatever she wants. My mother works as a teacher in a health school.

She has a pair of bright big eyes under her thick eyebrows, a nagging mouth under her straight nose, but she has a caring heart in her chest. Teacher Sun is the math teacher of our class.

She is of medium build and looks 35 years old. An amiable face, always so kind.

The eyes from those black-rimmed glasses are always so bright and kind. Her language is always so profound, so wonderful and makes people laugh.

This female teacher’s surname is Song. Because she is young, no more than 20 years old, so we all call her Teacher Xiao Song, and some female classmates affectionately call her Big Sister. Teacher Xiao Song is tall and dressed simply.

Guazi has two willow eyebrows on his face, with a pair of bright and sharp eyes embedded under the willow eyebrows, and a small mouth that can speak well. Teacher Xiao Song wore two long ponytails that reached her shoulders.

Feng Cheng is a classmate in our class. He is not tall, and his eyes are big and bright, especially his two big ears and two thick lips, which look like a large bell.

For this reason, his classmates gave him a nickname-"Big Bell". It's a coincidence that from the second grade to the present, Feng Cheng opens and locks the classroom doors every day, like a bell, and this nickname has spread.

My deskmate Zhang Shan is quite delicate and graceful, but she is nicknamed "Zhang Luneng" as a young boy. Li Lamei became the health committee member of the "two lines" because of her nosy nature.

Even though she is a small official and short in stature, she has a high voice. No matter who did something wrong, she will get to the bottom of it and make you admit your mistake.

Therefore, I secretly changed her name to "Spicy Plum". As soon as the invigilator came in, the talking in the classroom immediately stopped.

His high nose bridge, black and long eyebrows, are inlaid with a pair of bright eyes, and a thick beard grows under his nose, making people know at a glance that this is a stern man. invigilator. He glanced around the classroom before he began to speak: "Students, today is the time when you report your primary school academic performance to the motherland. You must do the questions carefully without being careless. After receiving the test paper, you must read the questions clearly. , don’t look around or whisper to each other, answer the questions carefully and try to get good grades.”

My dad is a humorous person. My father is short, lean, with fair skin, black hair, and a curly "*** wave" hairstyle. Anyone who sees him will think that he got a perm in a barber shop.

His colleagues all say that he is a shrunken Fei Xiang, and I think so too. He is an art professional and a well-known binding artist in the five provinces of Central and South China. His personal exhibitions have been well received by many celebrities.

He is also a very funny person and loves to joke. I don’t know if he is all about art. 6. Composition describing specific actions 400

During the holidays, I played in an open space at my grandma’s house. Suddenly, a girl walked in unexpectedly. I looked at her carefully: her skin was dark, and she could tell she often worked in the fields; her eyes were big but squinted; her hair was messy, as if it hadn't been done for a long time; she was wearing a red floral dress. The clothes were dirty; the shoes on the feet also had several holes. I thought to myself: This man is really a country man who still wears floral clothes in what era. He must have never seen any big events. He is a pure country boy. He came over, stared at me, and said, "Hello, my name is Xiaohua, I want to be friends with you, can I?" After hearing her name, I thought she was even more rustic. But I don’t know why, but I still want to make friends with her. He nodded in agreement. She became my holiday friend.

Xiaohua is a lively and innocent girl. There are always many new things in his mind that I don’t know. She told me that I was her first friend because other children thought she was poor and ignored her. Perhaps because of this incident, my friendship with Xiaohua deepened and we became inseparable good friends.

One day, Xiaohua and I went out to play. When we were about to go home, I felt very thirsty. Xiaohua pointed to a three or four-meter-high fruit tree and said, "Let's pick fruits and eat them." I listened, found a bamboo pole, and prepared to knock down the fruits. But Xiaohua stopped me: "If the fruit falls, it will be broken." I put down the bamboo pole, hugged the tree tightly with both hands, crossed my feet on it, and climbed up using my hands and feet, but I only climbed a foot high. I couldn't crawl anymore, and I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely. Accidentally, I didn't hold my hands tightly, and I fell heavily to the ground, which made me scream in pain. Xiaohua looked at my embarrassed look, holding her belly in her hands and laughing. I saw Xiaohua grabbing the tree pole, stepping on the tree stump, leaning forward, kicking her feet hard, and repeating these actions. All of a sudden, she climbed up the tree easily.

Looking at her nimble movements, I blushed. She sat on the tree branch and picked many fruits for me to eat. We ate and went home.

The vacation is over, it’s time for me to go back, and it’s time to say goodbye to Xiaohua. Before leaving, Xiaohua Xiou felt sorry for me. We never met again, but I still remember her innocence and liveliness in my heart. 7. Five Cross Compositions describing actions

Today, Teacher Zhang organized us to play action games.

The rule is that students in each team must pass on the teacher's actions in order. At the end of the game, whichever group of students learns the most will win. The game started. Teacher Zhang shook her body first and pretended to be cold. Then she put on a coat. The second classmate was probably used to wiping her nose, so she used it. When they arrived at Chen Xi's place, Chen Xi, like her, did not learn Teacher Zhang's movements in place. He just wiped his nose and stretched his hands to both sides. When it came to the last classmate, she made a joke. She acted like a bird flying. Their actions made the classmates laugh.

Today’s game is really interesting. 8. The Chinese composition contains 400 paragraphs describing actions, and the language must be beautiful

As soon as my mother saw Lychee, her face immediately sank: "What's wrong with you being a rich man? With such an expensive thing, you..." I interrupted my mother. She said: "It's such an expensive thing, why don't we give it a try!" Mother chuckled (ch9), her hand with sharp veins (m4i) kept stroking the lychee, and then scratched the skin of the lychee with the nail of her little finger, carefully I peeled off the skin (b1o) without letting the skin fall off. I held the lychee in my hand like a chicken that had just pecked the eggshell. I looked at it lovingly and couldn't bear to swallow it, and kept saying to me. : "How do you think it grows? Why is there such white flesh in the red skin?" After all, it is the first time to eat it, and it is delicious after all! The mother is as happy as a child.

From: Litchi

2. The father is an authentic northerner. He has the tall and burly figure of a northern man, with clear outlines and That unique toughness. In my heart, my father is like a green pine. No matter it is scorching hot or rainy and snowy, he remains tall, straight, and unyielding. His broad shoulders and strong hands will always be my most reliable and strongest support.

My father is a real man! I once secretly wrote in my diary. According to my mother, my father rarely sheds tears. Back then, when my teenage father went to the countryside in distant Inner Mongolia alone, he was surrounded by long stretches of yellow sand with no one around him. No matter how hard and difficult the life was, he never shed tears. His father suffered an accident. There were more than a dozen major and minor injuries on his body. The pain was unbearable and I couldn't sleep at night. My father never said a word "pain" or screamed. He endured it silently and strongly. In my memory, my father only shed tears three times.

The first time was when I was a child. I got "appendicitis" and went to the hospital because of exercising after meals. It was the Spring Festival at that time, and the doctor was not there, so I couldn't perform surgery in time. I was rolling on the bed in pain with tears streaming down my face. My father contacted doctors everywhere and finally sent me to the operating room. Accompanied by bursts of pain, I slowly woke up and saw my father’s bloodshot eyes and eyes. The slightly wrinkled skin on both sides of the nose, I knew that my father was crying. When I was young, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart. I never thought that my strong father would shed tears, and it was for me. My nose became sore and tears burst out of my eyes. While my father gently wiped away my tears, I understood deeply: no matter how strong my father's heart is, I will always be the softest part of it and will always be his fatal wound.

The second time was 4 years ago, when my grandma was critically ill and my father stayed by the bedside all night. The next day, when the doctor covered my grandma’s face with a brand new white sheet, I saw my father’s tears for the first time in my life. The hot tears fell instantly, covering the face that already had some wrinkles and freckles. The deep love between mother and son , blood is thicker than water, and I feel the uncontrollable pain in my father's heart.

Another time, it was for my mother. It was a very accidental conversation. During the words, I revealed my dissatisfaction with my mother's harsh criticism. While my father comforted me, he also cited my mother's good qualities.

I don’t know which of my words touched my father’s heart. He said, your mother’s life will not be easy! The tears - I really saw them - were welling up in my eyes. He said softly again: "We must be good to her." I will never forget this sentence in my life. My father, who is not good at words, expressed his emotions in the plainest language. A mutual love.

My father never sheds tears easily. No hardships, hardships, strong winds or waves can destroy my father's strong will. Only family affection and love can make me feel my father's delicacy and tenderness. My father's three tears were for the three most important people in his life - his mother, wife and daughter. 9. I don’t know how to write scene description compositions

In late autumn, I feel the rustling of falling trees, and a trace of sadness wells up in my chest.

So, I took advantage of the sunny weather to revisit the charming river in my childhood. There are several old willows with graceful figures, and the wind blows the willow branches like the long beard of an old man.

The river water frowned slightly, crushing a curve of golden light. The sparkling light reflects the sparse shadows of the weeping willows.

If it is summer, the river is like a kind old man, holding us in the river and caressing us gently. At night, it seemed to be sleeping soundly, making everything feel warm and peaceful. Its moaning sound brought me back from the beautiful memories.

The late autumn river in front of me looks like a thin old man in the rustling autumn wind, deep and solemn. Yellow leaves fall into the water and drift with the waves.

The river gently kisses the gentle and passionate beach, seeming to be wiping its wounds. The weeping willows on both sides of the bank no longer have lush branches and leaves, but have few branches and leaves... Everything seems to be sick, including the withered grass, even the sand dunes, and even the once majestic poplars and elms around.

But I clearly saw Xiaohe’s strong bones, unyielding personality and high dignity. The National Day is coming, and the streets are bustling with activity.

People came to the central square in groups and beamed with joy. On the night of fireworks and lanterns, they danced and sang to their heart's content. The children carried lanterns one by one. As they shuttled between the gorgeous buildings, flowers bloomed on their petite faces. Some were playing eagle and chicken, some were playing with handkerchiefs, and some were playing hide-and-seek... It was so exciting and nostalgic. The moment! One of the scene descriptions of "Alive": An endless flow of people lined up from one end of the street to the other. The noise from the crowd made the already empty square seem even more crowded.

The red banner with the six characters "Down with the Landlords" in the Taiwanese movie glowed with golden light, attracting the attention of everyone present. Suddenly, three or five young men dressed as soldiers rushed into the square escorting a man with despair and anger in his eyes. The noise of the crowd stopped in an instant, and instead they shouted in unison without any command: "Down with the landlord class! Down with the landlord class!" There were always raised heads in the crowd, as if they were waiting for an elephant to crush the ants.

A little girl wearing a red plaid shirt clamored to watch the "ceremony" that was about to be performed on the stage, but no one ignored her. She had no choice but to climb up a nearby statue with trembling movements, raising her head and looking forward to the arrival of the "ceremony". "Alive" Scene Description 2 The dark corridor is very spacious, and four or five people can pass side by side, and the height is also high. It is 2.5 meters tall, but the sunlight is forbidden at the entrance of the walkway.

On the flat ground, there are shadows of restrained sunlight, as if a painter is making a dark contrast. Across the corridor is a narrow street.

The crowd is like a stream, with a steady stream of people as thin and long as the stream, taking firm steps upward in unison. It's like a raging river.

People waved their fists in indignation and shouted slogans loudly, like the roar of the river and like the waves on the river. Suddenly a person appeared out of the sun, walked into the dark corridor, turned around every step, then faced the wall for a while and then walked away, but the people outside never turned around, as if mechanically. Group after group of people left.

10. Composition describing the details of people’s movements

1. Detailed description: childhood past events. When I was a child, I was obsessed with watermelons. Now that I have grown up, sometimes I really miss that chilling feeling.

The shadows of melons from street stalls or screens come into view, and the moment of eating melons in childhood comes to mind again: In summer, the light of the remaining days sinks into the sky, and the heat gradually disappears. Under the blowing of the evening breeze, people's spirits are particularly comfortable.

At this time, the fragrance of watermelon filled the street, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes absent. I (about five or six years old) clasped my knees with my hands, squatting on the small bench like a cat chasing a mouse, staring at the watermelon spinning up and down in the water with my small black eyes.

Through the water, the sweat on the face has long dried, and one by one, like a waterfall, hangs in the "Mianchuan". Mosquitoes "swim" around my ears, and I don't care at all.

Under a bright smiling face, there is an expectant heart waiting for the sweetness of the melon bag. When the watermelon is cut into pieces, you can see the watermelon seeds embedded in the red flesh like black pearls; the flesh is slightly cool; the juice flows down the mirror-like surface of the melon, one drop, two drops; The texture of the surface is like the finely drawn lines on the surface of colored porcelain... The happiest moment is when I hold the iced watermelon in my hands, and there seems to be a cold current flowing back and forth throughout my body.

2. The sweet mud is yellow and flying. The northwest wind is howling, and the remaining snow is rolling on the road. Although spring has begun, it is still very cold.

She was leaning against a poplar tree in front of the school, motionless, like a snow sculpture. There was a sharp ringing of an electric bell.

Her dim eyes shone with eager light. A group of singing children stepped out of the school gate without her son; another group of chatting and laughing children stepped onto the road without her son... The figures were sparse, scattered, and gone.

The big squeaking iron gate locked the silent campus. She felt dizzy and could hardly stand, so she stumbled forward, holding on to the iron bars with both hands and shaking them vigorously.

"What are you doing?" The old man in the reception room came out with a sullen look on his face. "Liang! My little Liang!" It sounded like panting, but also like crying.

"School is over." "I know... I know..." She murmured in a low voice with dull eyes, lowered her head feebly, slowly let go of her hand, and took out the A tightly wrapped candy with body temperature: "Uncle, please... give it to the child."

"What's your name?" "Wang Xiaoliang." "What grade and class are you in?" "Today, It’s just my eighth birthday.”

“I’m asking what grade and class you are in.” The old man was a little impatient.

"Oh... probably..." She shook her head in panic again. The old man looked at the nervous woman strangely: "Who are you?" His answer was tears welling up in his eyes and his figure stumbling away.

The old man sighed in confusion, seeming to understand something. In the afternoon, the bag of candy finally reached the hands of Wang Xiaoliang, a second-grade student.

The child was very surprised. He had not tasted his favorite toffee for a long time. He rubbed his little hands back and forth on his clothes, thought for a moment, and gave one to each child with a smile, two to his close friends, and five to the teacher respectfully.

"Eat!" He shouted and jumped happily, even shaking off the old shoe with its mouth open. The classmates shared the joy with him amidst laughter. Only the teacher quietly turned his back... After school, Xiaoliang was still immersed in joy and skipped towards his home.

Suddenly, he stopped and touched the remaining candies in his pocket that he was reluctant to eat. A feeling of fear came over him. He seemed to see again: the current mother raised her thin eyebrows and whispered something in his father's ear, and his father grabbed a stick and walked towards him menacingly.

He was stunned, not knowing what to do. He patted his pocket hard, but it didn't work. It looked bulging.

He lowered his little head, sucked his fingers, thought for a long time, looked around and saw no one around, quickly buried the candy in the snow pile on the roadside, and specially inserted a small stick. That night, Xiaoliang slept very soundly and sweetly.

He dreamed that his mother in the past came back with a smile, and his current mother left with her head hanging down. He was so happy. The next day, Xiaoliang woke up very early.

As usual, he emptied out and rinsed the family's bedpans, washed rice, added water, stoked the fire, and sat on the pot. Then he put on his schoolbag and took a cold steamed bun and quietly slipped out. He wants to dig out his candy quickly.

Unexpectedly, the ground temperature rose overnight, the ice and snow melted, and the syrup and snow water mixed together and seeped into the earth. Lying on the damp ground were a few crumpled candy wrappers and the small stick as a marker.

Xiaoliang blinked his eyes and couldn't help but shed tears. He squatted on the ground sadly and stared blankly.

After a while, he couldn't help but stretched out his frozen little fingers, picked up a bit of soil and put it on the tip of his tongue - He smiled again: That soil is so sweet. Summarize several common detailed descriptions: (1) Detailed description of portraits, that is, detailed descriptions of portraits.

For example, in "Dad's Keeper", the portrait description of the patient is a detail. It's this detail that drives the plot.

(2) Detailed description of language, that is, a careful description of a typical language of the character. For example, in "Lu Tiha Punches to Suppress Guan Xi", after Lu Da beat Zhen Guan Xi to death, he faked his death. This is a linguistic detail that illustrates Lu Da's bold and witty character.

(3) Detailed description of actions, that is, an in-depth and detailed description of the characters’ typical actions. For example, in the passage about Luda borrowing silver to help Jin and his daughter in "Lu Tiha Punches Guanxi", the verbs used vividly show the different personalities of the three people.

(4) Detailed description of psychological activities, that is, detailed description of the characters’ psychological activities. For example, in the article "Dad's Caregiver", the description of the psychological activities of the young Sisiro after seeing his "father" become seriously ill can very well express the young man's excellent qualities of caring for his parents.

(5) Detailed description of expression changes, that is, a detailed description of the changing process of the character's expression. In the article "Seven Matches", the description of the change in the unknown soldier's expression after he handed the match to Lu Jinyong is a detail worth savoring.

(6) Detailed description of clothing, that is, a detailed description of the character's clothing. The professional characteristics of the person can be seen through the clothing description, and at the same time, the personality characteristics beyond the professional characteristics can also be seen. This is a good detailed description of clothing.

(7) Detailed description of things, that is, a detailed description of the development and change process of a certain thing. For example, in.