What does it mean to say that a person is "very domineering"?

To say that a person is "arrogant" means that this person is looking for trouble.

The word "zuo" in "zuo" actually omits the word "zuo" in "zuo". "Pretentiousness" refers to deliberately making some unnatural expressions, postures and accents, and deliberately putting on a show. It may be excessive application of makeup, it may be a false pretense, or it may be out of unscrupulous imitation. Antonym: truth.

Pretentiousness means being untrue, hypocritical, and pretentious. It is also artificial in a derogatory sense.

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Related words:

1. Pretending is "pretend", which is "Qiao". "Pretend". If there is "pretend" in the northern Jiangsu dialect, "disguise" is well known. In old novels, women disguise themselves as men, which requires a lot of pretense.

2. Pretend. This has become an old cliche and can be seen everywhere. Those who do well pretend to be good, and those who do bad also pretend to be bad. Holding you loose and tight will make you uncomfortable. It’s ridiculous. This is so pretentious.

3. People who are capable and in positions of power can’t help but pretend to be others. In order to promote oneself, pretending to be others; pretending not to be like others is not oneself, and it is pitiful.

4. In fact, most of the time it is pretending to be deaf and dumb. I don’t know, this is a habit of modern politicians and diplomats, which can be seen in newspapers all the time.

5. Pretend to be stupid, pretend to laugh, pretend to cry, pretend to be angry, pretend to be hateful, pretend to be panic. , it is difficult to pretend to be calm; although it is difficult to look like it, sometimes it is also difficult to not look like it without losing nature

Reference: Baidu Encyclopedia? Artificiality_

Special () Composition

When we are tired from studying, our parents peel an apple for us, which is touching; when we are thirsty, our friends help us get a glass of water, which is touching; when we are depressed, we are touched by a word of comfort; when we are happy, we are touched. , it is touching to have friends to share happiness with you; receiving a small blessing on an ordinary day, even if it is just a petal or a leaf, is touching... People, how many ordinary things are touched every day! , sometimes it is because of their ordinaryness that we turn a blind eye.

There is a saying: "The reason why people are moved is because they live in love.

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However, no one can tell an emotionless person what touching is.

Because touching is not expressed with words, but with heart. .

Touch is like refreshing sweet spring.

Drinking from sweet spring makes our hearts become clear and bright; to be moved is like intoxicating sea breeze.

< p> Feeling the sea breeze, our hearts become pure and spacious; touching, like the heartbreaking white snow

Appreciating the white snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful.

When there are no moving traces in this world, it will become a frozen world

Cold and ruthless

I want to know something. What moved me? I remember it was a morning a few weeks ago. I was not happy because I had a conflict with a classmate the day before.

I walked with heavy steps. Entering the classroom, I suddenly saw the students immersed themselves in writing something seriously. I asked my deskmate, and he said: "You have to do questions 2 to 5 on page 43 of the math book. The teacher will check it in the afternoon."

"When I heard this, I immediately took out my pen and started writing seriously.

As time went by, there were more and more people in the classroom, and the noise became louder and louder. The noisier it got, more and more people were playing. Suddenly Deng Yan ran past me, and he hit my hand hard. A big gash immediately appeared on my notebook. It was very special. It was so deep that it scratched 3 or 4 pieces of paper.

I immediately became furious when I encountered this situation.

I don’t want to pay attention to him anymore! I kept mumbling about it all day, and I didn't pay attention to him for a day.

When school was over in the afternoon, she walked past my seat with a smile, quickly dropped a neatly folded piece of paper, and ran away.

After I cleared my schoolbag, I took the piece of paper and walked all the way home. When I got home, I carefully opened the piece of paper. Every time I opened a layer, my heart beat wildly. , wondering if this might be a threatening letter.

Finally, the letter was opened, and there were 11 correct words written in it, "Yao Jie is sorry, please forgive me!" When I saw these sincere words, my eyes were moist, and my tears slowly Of course, it was tears of joy.

The next day, I gave him a note saying "It's okay, I forgive you". When he saw the note, the two of us just looked at each other and smiled at each other. .

This incident really touched me.

Although I didn’t have much dialogue with Deng Yan, the angel of friendship built a bridge between us and resolved the conflicts.

To this day, when I think of this incident, I am still deeply moved, and a warm current warms my whole body...

What is special, a 700-word essay

A special smile Smile is an expression that everyone has, but it is also a smile that can add a layer of kindness and harmony between people.

And I, until she, made me truly realize the true meaning of smile.

I remember that I had just entered the first year of junior high school and was relatively introverted. I happened to not know any classmates in the class I was assigned to, so I didn’t have many friends. I just sat in my seat blankly all day long. Go up and watch other students talking and communicating non-stop.

On the contrary, I am looking forward to when school will be over, because I can go home after school! I was lost in thought when a delicate baby face blocked my sight. "Hey, what are you thinking about? Why are you so lost in thought?" She said with a smile.

I didn’t want to pay attention to her at first. I felt that I was alone and it didn’t matter if there was one more or one less person around me.

However, when I saw her talking to me so cordially, as if she were talking to a pair of good friends, I suddenly had the urge to respond to her.

However, I was always defeated by my own "introversion" nature. I replied blankly: "Um...it's nothing.

"I thought she would leave in a sensible way. , but she didn't.

"Hey! As your new classmate, I don't even know your name yet!" She asked with a smile, dragging her cheek with one hand.

"Um...you can call me Lingling.

"Okay, you can join me for dinner later, remember not to leave first!" In this way, we slowly became good friends. Although we were good friends, it was her cheerfulness and optimism that always pulled me, making me slowly learn to be open-minded and proactive in communicating with others.

That day, while we were eating, I suddenly thought of a question: "By the way, I remember when we first met, we obviously didn't know each other, but you talked to me with a smile. "You know, smiling is the first step in communication between people. You see, it turns out that if I talk to you with a smile, you have a better chance of responding to me!" She explained to me patiently! Such a boring question.

Later, our relationship naturally became better and better, because her smile made me not afraid of embarrassment, and because her smile helped me learn how to communicate with others, which also made our friendship closer. layer.

Third grade of junior high school: Kuang Lingling

Composition of a special person

A scene many years ago always appears in front of my eyes.

I was still studying at that time.

One afternoon, several student leaders and I stood in the corner of a building, organizing a fund-raising event.

We attached the enlarged black and white photo to a long piece of red cloth.

In the photos, classrooms with wooden sticks supporting the walls and children using bricks as tables and chairs shivered in the autumn wind.

At that time, we did not pay attention to the arrival of an old man who made a living by picking up garbage.

There are several overloaded trash cans placed on the road in front of the school's Xisan cafeteria. Every time we pass by, we always see this old man tumbling over something with a shovel or his hands.

Over time, we became disgusted with this old man with a white beard.

He was hunched over and walked past us carrying a dirty nylon bag with great difficulty.

Suddenly, he stopped and stood still in front of the red cloth.

He squinted and looked at the photo carefully, and then moved to another photo for a long time.

We couldn’t help but laugh.

Weizi on the side tugged on my sleeve: Be careful, don’t accidentally let him seize the donated clothes as garbage! I smiled and lowered my head to clean up the blushingly small donation.

Suddenly, I felt something shaking in front of my eyes.

The old man came to me at some point, and handed me a dollar with his hands shaking like old pine bark! When I turned around, he had already put the money on the table, then waved his hand and left as if he had completed a great mission... I still stood blankly.

Looking at his hunched back as he walked away, an inexplicable respect slowly flowed through my heart.

This old man, whose name may have been forgotten due to poverty, remembers to use the simple blood flowing in his life to take on a little responsibility that many people indifferently regard as an obligation! All the mysteries in my heart were solved like magic - when we only use gorgeous words to call out the love of foraging, how many precious things are lost from our own back gardens.

Usually, what the old man bends down to pick up is just the garbage we throw away?

A collection of essays with the theme "I am very special"

This kind of essay is really not suitable for writing in class. I think it can only be written on Sunday morning, lazily curled up in bed. , enjoy the sunshine of early summer and look at the white ceiling, then you can really calm down and let yourself think about it inch by inch. I like painting and graffiti. When the sun is shining, I can hold an amateur-level drawing board. , hunting for a piece of pure land with dense shade, and sat on the spot. Let the fine lines crawl over the paper bit by bit, outlining the image of the shadow. The fingertips had already been smudged by the pencil gray and sparkled with silver. The painting was completed. He did not forget to "solemnly" put two fingerprints on the blank space. Then he raised the painting and murmured with satisfaction: I am really good! What is more interesting than drawing is the graffiti that is secretly made while doing homework. Spread the homework book flat, and write a few questions symbolically while mother is supervising. After she leaves, the scratch paper I honorably took on the role of "temporary graffiti collection". I drew random lines with a pen, and the objects I drew enthusiastically ranged from yogurt bottles on the table to recently impressive film and television characters, everything from heaven to earth. Just finish it. , covered his mouth and snickered secretly, admiring himself in his heart: I am really good! Walking on the way home, on both sides were the canopies of camphor trees that had just begun to turn green, providing mottled shade. Under the green, there were pieces of fallen bark. Teacher Liu once picked them up and passed them on to the whole class. Smell it, it is a light fragrance, with the most primitive soothing power, refreshing my heart. I leaned down, picked out the smoothest piece, and held it carefully along the way, thinking about placing this fragrance in my heart. The study room at home - Dad has been writing academic papers very late these days. Before going to bed, I quietly came to the study room and gently opened the closed door. The familiar figure was standing in front of the bookcase, flipping through a book. This is a thick book. I am looking at the camphor tree bark that I quietly placed on my desk. My father has bought my favorite purple clay bottle. The whole study is filled with a faint fragrance. Take a deep breath, and then look at it. Close the door and smile comfortably: I am really good. I satisfy myself and make people around me happy. I am really good.

A 600-word middle school essay titled "Special" < /p>

"Special Gift" When extracurricular classes were over on Friday, a friend of mine said to everyone: "Don't forget, my birthday is on Sunday. I hope everyone will give gifts enthusiastically. I will respectfully invite you to Eat a big cake.

"We all laughed at him asking for a gift, but we were thinking about what to give him.

As soon as I walked in, my mother pulled me to the kitchen and asked me to take a look at the braised pork in the pot. Every time I came home, there was a lot of fish and meat. I took a symbolic look before going out. .

"Where are you going?" My mother called to me.

I smiled: "It's someone's birthday, go buy a gift!" At this time, my mother said to me: "Stop spending money randomly!" I replied: "That's not okay!" After that, I trotted away. Out the door.

After I bought the gifts, the food cooked by my mother was also put on the table. Like every weekend in the past, it was all my favorite things.

Grandma put vegetables into her mother's bowl and said, "Today happens to be your mother's birthday. Come and congratulate your mother!" Ah, today is your mother's birthday! My chopsticks suddenly stopped. As a daughter, I don’t even remember my mother’s birthday. No wonder my mother was so happy when I heard that someone had a birthday! Seeing me stunned, grandma hurriedly said: "Quick, eat more!" I nodded and picked up the chopsticks and looked at the dishes on the table: prawns; braised fish; braised eggplant strips... all my favorites. Yes, looking at my mother's smiling face again, my heart trembled. I remembered that when I was a child, I used a piece of cardboard to make a birthday card for my mother. On it, I drew a crooked picture of me and my mother holding hands and happily playing games. I still remember my mother’s smiling face at that time; I also think of the scene when my mother celebrated my birthday every year. No matter how hard and tired she was, she never missed a birthday of mine.

As I grow older, I have forgotten my mother’s birthday, but I can casually name the birthdays of several good friends. I have always ignored my mother’s love and only valued the friendship with my classmates... ...Thinking of this, a feeling of regret arose spontaneously.

What a mistake I made! Hopefully this mistake can still be made up for.

After dinner, I took out the gift I bought for my classmates. Now it is the only gift I can use to express my love for my mother.

I held it and came to my mother and said: "Mom, this is a gift for you, but it says "Auld Lang Syne".

"I never He said that the gift was bought for a classmate, but he did not say that the unfilial daughter had forgotten her mother's birthday.

My mother looked left and right and said happily: "It doesn't matter, besides, we two also need friendship, don't we?" I nodded as if I had some understanding, but I was crying in my heart.

This wrong thing left a deep imprint in my heart, making me dare not forget my mother’s birthday again. Now, I deeply remember my mother’s birthday and will never forget it again. Forgot!

The primary school student’s composition "The Special Him (She)" is about 600 words! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

In my memory, he is an unsmiling person.

Probably because of his profession, he is cold and cold towards everything, and his rigor makes the air depressive.

The days I spent with him were so few that my memory is blurred.

It was the winter of that year, the first winter I spent in a different place.

He and she had agreed to come see me, but unfortunately, my grandfather fell ill and a business he had worked so hard to run was on the verge of crisis.

He hesitated for a long time, and I repeatedly advised him not to worry, but he still said: "It's okay, I'll just come."

But that afternoon, because I had too many things to do, And forgot to pick him up.

In the past, his mother came with him, and he was not familiar with the school.

After taking me to deal with the things at hand, when I went downstairs to pick him up, it was already very late and the sky was almost gray.

I saw him standing by the flower bed, holding a thermos bottle in his hand, and waved to me stupidly.

He was wearing a heavy dark blue woolen jacket, with only his stubby calves exposed.

His face was buried in his collar, puffs of white air exhaled from time to time, and a layer of frost fell on his muscular flat head.

I quickly ran over and wanted to take the thermos bottle from his hand, but I was shocked - his hands were purple-red and rough from the cold, cold and without any warmth.

My tears just burst out.

I quickly lowered my head, fearing that he would see me, so I took his hand and walked straight to the bedroom.

After returning to the dormitory, I filled the hot water and asked him to wash himself.

But he said nothing, took out the thermos bottle in his arms and said, "I stewed chicken soup...you taste it first.

"I opened my eyes in shock. He never bothered about the kitchen. Why is today so special? He opened the bottle cap carefully, and the heat of the chicken soup enveloped his pale face, which was very blurry. But it was very kind.

I took it, the steam was very fragrant, and there were not many oil stars floating on the soup.

I took a sip carefully, and the taste was unexpected. Okay.

“Is it still hot? Does it taste good? I just cooked it this morning..." He inexplicably became talkative and his face became much softer.

"Your mother said I was clumsy and wouldn't let me add other ingredients. How about it? "I was stunned, and there was indeed nothing in the chicken soup.

My throat suddenly choked, my nose became sore again, and I struggled to spit out a few words: "...delicious... ...Thank you..." He paused obviously and then was speechless.

I suddenly remembered how good he was to me.

I remembered what he said awkwardly after I failed the exam. I remember telling jokes; I think of the bottle of milk he secretly stuffed into his schoolbag; I think of how he always remembers to say "good night" to me every night no matter how busy he is; I think of him pretending to be calm and playing the roller coaster with me... He always does things for me.

Thinking of this, my eyes couldn't help but turn red.

After a long time, he said: "I'm leaving.

"I walked him to the door and he asked me to go back. I turned around and heard him say again: "Take care of yourself..." I paused and turned around, only to see that he had blended into the crowd and disappeared.

In recent days, he wrote a letter saying: "I'll come see you in a few days.

"Finally, I would like to say, "There is a surprise for you! "I was stunned, and found that there was a playful but clumsy smile behind the words, and my heart trembled.

Of course, I will accept it happily, because this is a gift from a father to his daughter. The most special gift.

I love you, father, my special father.

A 600-word essay on a special gift.

A gift for each of us. Growing up under the care of my parents, I received love as high as the mountains and as deep as the ocean.

In my memory, my parents never celebrated my birthday, but they never forgot to celebrate my birthday. I celebrate.

Now that I have grown up, I want to wish them a happy birthday.

Today is my dad’s birthday, and I decided to give him a surprise.

So, I took out my pocket money and secretly bought many colorful balloons and ribbons.

While my parents were out, I started to implement my surprise plan.

I cleaned the house first, and then hung beautiful ribbons in the room.

The room was so big, it took a lot of effort to fix the ribbons. , and then I started to blow up the balloon. Although the balloon was not big, it was really difficult to blow up. My cheeks were sore and painful, and it took a lot of effort to blow up the balloon.

< p> After blowing it up, it’s time to decorate these red and green little guys. I hung them in different places.

I also specially took two and stuck them on my parents’ wedding photos.

Yo! The photo suddenly became much more beautiful.

After decorating the room, I stuck a note on the biggest and reddest balloon: Happy birthday to my father and mother. May you live forever, your sweetheart: Ni Zihuan.

Just after finishing the arrangement, I suddenly heard the door open, and I hurriedly hid. It was my parents who came back.

< p> When they opened the door and took a look, their mouths turned into an "O" shape in shock, and they said doubtfully: "We seem to have gone wrong."

I quickly jumped out and said: "No." No.

"Dad said: "What a good day today is, why did our little designer design it so beautifully.

"I said hurriedly: "Today is my dad's birthday, happy birthday to my dad! Dad was very happy and sang: "Thank you for giving me love, I will never forget it in this life..." Then he happily held me in his arms and praised me: "You are really a sensible and good boy."

"After hearing this, my heart was sweeter than honey, and I felt happy.

Well, giving is more pleasurable than receiving.

Let’s give your parents a big surprise on their birthdays, too! There is another article: For trees, the best gift is to bear sweet fruits; for the grass on the roadside, the best gift is to show the world the most beautiful flowers; for birds, the most beautiful flowers The gift is a delicious worm.

Tomorrow is my birthday, what gift should I get? I lay on the bed and thought about it, whether it was a PSP, a big cake, a new set of books, or... The next day, I went to school with joy and expectation.

When I came back from school in the afternoon, I ran into the house excitedly, "Dad, Mom," I called loudly, looking forward to surprises.

The voice echoed in the empty room, but no one answered.

"Alas..." I sighed, but then I thought, maybe they were picking out gifts for me.

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, mom and dad came back with heavy steps.

"Where... where is my gift?" I asked excitedly.

Mom was stunned for a moment, then smiled sheepishly: "Mom is busy at work today, so I'll buy the gifts another day.

Look, it's so late, where can I buy them? .

Here, this is a box of chocolates I bought for you.

"My heart suddenly felt cold, and my expectations were all in vain."

"No...!" I shouted loudly and threw the chocolate on the ground.

The door slammed shut and I ran out.

The biting evening wind blew against my face, and I suddenly became a little more awake.

Am I wrong? I asked myself.

Immediately, I sat on the cold stone bench and fell into deep thought.

Alas, actually my parents also care about me very much.

It’s just that they are too busy at work today, so I can understand them.

My mother often works overtime, but she came back earlier than usual today and brought me my favorite chocolate.

This shows that she still cares about me and loves me. Thinking about those "insignificant" past events, those little bits of love add up to being heavier than the Himalayas and deeper than the Peach Blossom Pond.

Thinking about the last time, I didn’t bring an umbrella. When I rushed home in the rain, I met my father who came to pick me up. When he saw that I looked like a drowned rat, he took off his coat and put it on me. He also helped me carry my schoolbag, so I was fine, but he caught a cold because he was not hiding under the umbrella.

Once, I had a fever, but my mother who rushed back from work was very busy. She gave me medicine and took my temperature.

Later, he rushed to the unit to work overtime.

Looking at my mother’s tired eyes drooping, I choked up.

Another time... Oh, how pitiful the hearts of parents in the world are! "I knew I was wrong!" I yelled and ran back like flying.

Send a cup of grateful hot tea to your parents.

It turns out that for me, the best gift is the love my parents give me.

I beg for a special taste composition

Autumn leaves In my eyes, autumn is a festival where the earth and leaves gather together.

Some of them dance gracefully and throw themselves into the embrace of the earth, while others fly across the sky and begin their own thrilling voyage.

One day, I rode my bicycle to a small park. Next to the park was a natural lake. There were several pots of small flowers blooming alone and many big trees in the park.

The breeze blows, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, which is really unique.

At this time, a small leaf fell from the sky. I quickly stepped forward, stretched out my hands, and caught this cute little thing.

I compared the leaves of several big trees, trying to help it find its own "home".

But after searching for a long time, I found nothing. I seemed to have lost confidence. Maybe this was an "orphan".

I picked up this poor leaf and looked at it carefully. It looked like a small fan, a bit like a ginkgo leaf, but it was not.

It also has a very beautiful coat. Look, it is red with yellow, and yellow with red. It looks so good! It feels smooth and cool to the touch.

This is...I smell a faint fragrance, what is this? I feel strange.

Is this fragrance emitted by the leaves? I couldn't believe that the leaf in my hand had such great charm, but I couldn't help but bring it to my nose. Oh my God, it really was it! I was surprised that a leaf could emit such a charming fragrance.

But it smells so good, could it be... I thought as I walked towards the small tree by the lake, it's great! I helped it find a "home"! I was so happy, but thinking that this cute little thing was about to leave me, I seemed a little reluctant to let it go.

But I had no choice, I knew it also needed a "home", so I reluctantly put it in the branch of a tree. Although it was withered and yellow, at least it could still feel the warmth of home. .

I think: People often praise the beauty of flowers, the tallness of trees, and the selfless dedication of grass, but they have never seen the charm of leaves. But in my heart, leaves are also the most beautiful.

Today is a special day.

The classroom was very quiet today when the class started. "Stand up, hello, teacher!" Suddenly the monitor's majestic voice rang out.

The students suddenly woke up and found that the teacher was already standing on the podium.

"Hello, Teacher!" The students stood up neatly.

"Hello, classmates, please sit down.

" The voice was dry and hoarse.

Huh? Teacher, what's wrong today? I looked at the teacher in confusion, and saw that the teacher's face was very pale and haggard.

The eyes that used to be full of energy are now so tired and dull, but they are still so loving and profound.

"Teacher, you are sick!" The students screamed together.

"I'm fine, don't worry, everyone...cough, cough....

" The teacher shrugged with difficulty and waved his hand to signal everyone to calm down.

She looked at her classmates affectionately with her eyes: "There are only three weeks until the final exam. We have to review more intensively. Please open Lesson 20, cough, cough..." The teacher turned his back. He coughed violently.

But she still wrote firmly on the blackboard.

Watching the teacher shrug his back, my heart ached. Everything about the teacher’s past appeared in my mind like a movie: patiently answering the students’ extracurricular questions after class. ; Playing basketball with us on the playground; going in the rain after school to make up lessons for classmates who are sick and asking for leave... My eyes are moist.

I glanced at the classmates and saw that everyone was sitting upright and listening to the teacher seriously. Even the "troublemaker" sitting in the first place was the only one I saw. the back of the head.

The teacher looked at everyone with approval and continued the lecture.

The class became more and more vivid as the lecture continued. The only sound in the classroom was the teacher's lecture and the rustling of students taking notes.

When the bell rang, the teacher happily said to the students: "I am particularly touched by this class. Thank you for your cooperation!" The whole class stood up and said excitedly: "Thank you, teacher!" The voice was loud and echoed in the classroom for a long time.

Ah! This situation is "unprecedented"! But who knows how much respect the students have for the teacher and the teacher's hard work contained in it! The classroom is very quiet today!

What is special, a 400-word essay

A special gift. My grandma went to Hong Kong for a trip and gave me a special gift when she came back - a golden bauhinia flower.

This is a flower made of golden cardboard. The base of the flower is a small piece of marble. There are many exquisite patterns on it, including blooming flowers, cute ingots, and round ones. Moon... The stem of the Bauhinia flower is thick and golden, and the flowers are particularly beautiful. The five-petaled flower is in full bloom, which means Hong Kong's economic prosperity and prosperity.

The stamens of my redbud flower will change color. Just press a button on the base. It will be red for a while, white for a while, green for a while, and purple for a while. It will change and be blurred, which is wonderful. .

At the same time, the majestic national anthem will also sound! There is a small flag on the side that reads: H.K., which is the abbreviation of "Hong Kong" in English.

I heard from my grandma that the bauhinia flower is the emblem of Hong Kong and also the symbol of Hong Kong.

It was designed when Hong Kong returned to China and represents the five blessings: financial status, health, official position, career, and study.

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