Composition describing the details of characters' personalities

1. Composition describing the details of the characters

1. Description of the details: I was infatuated with watermelon when I was a child, but now I have grown up, and sometimes I really miss that cold feeling.

the street stalls or the melon shadows on the screen come into view, and the moment of eating melons in childhood reappears: in summer, the glory of the rest of the day sinks into the corner of the sky, and the heat gradually fades away. Under the blowing of the evening breeze, people's spirits are particularly comfortable.

at this time, the fragrance of watermelon pervades the streets, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, if there is nothing. I (about five or six years old) folded my knees with my hands, squatting on a small bench like a cat catching a mouse, and my small black eyes glanced at the watermelon spinning up and down in the water.

Through the water, the sweat on my face has already dried, hanging "Qianchuan" like a waterfall. Mosquitoes "travel around" in their ears and don't care at all.

Under a bright smiling face, there is an expectant heart waiting-My Sweetie in a melon sac. Until the watermelon is cut into pieces: I saw watermelon seeds like black pearls embedded in the red melon meat; The melon meat has a little coolness; Melon juice flows down the mirror-like melon surface, one drop, two drops; The texture of the melon surface is like fine lines on the surface of painted porcelain ... The happiest moment is that the iced watermelon is held in your hand, and there seems to be a cold current floating back and forth all over your body.

2. The sweet mud flies in the yellow, the northwest wind whistles, and the residual snow rolls over on the road. Although it is already in beginning of spring, it is still very cold.

She leans against a poplar tree at the school gate, motionless as a snow sculpture. A sudden ringing of an electric bell.

her dim eyes shone with eager light. A group of children singing songs, stepped out of the school gate, without her son; Another group of children, talking and laughing, set foot on the road without her son ... The figure is sparse, scattered and gone.

The creaking iron gate locks the silent campus. She was dizzy, almost unable to stand, stumbled over and shook her hands tightly on the iron fence.

"what for?" The old man in a message came out with a democratic face. "bright! My little light! " Like breathing, like crying.

"School is over." "Know the way ..." She murmured in a low voice with glassy eyes, lowered her head feebly, slowly released her hand, and took out a tightly wrapped candy with body temperature from her big-breasted cotton-padded jacket pocket: "Uncle, please ... give it to the child."

"what's your name?" "Wang Xiaoliang." "What grades and classes?" "Today, just after, eight birthdays."

"I mean what grade and class." The old man is a little impatient.

"Oh ... maybe ..." She shook her head again. The old man looked at the neurotic woman strangely. "Who the hell are you?" What he answered was the tears in his eyes and the back that staggered away.

The old man sighed in confusion and seemed to understand something. In the afternoon, this packet of candy finally reached Wang Xiaoliang, Class Two, Grade Two.

The child is very surprised. I haven't tasted this favorite toffee for a long time. His little hands rubbed back and forth on his clothes, thought a little, and sent one to each child, two to his good friends and five to the teacher respectfully.

"eat!" He shouted and danced happily, even throwing off the open-mouthed whore. The students shared the joy with him in the laughter of Xi Xi ha ha, only the teacher quietly turned his back ... After school, Xiao Liang was still immersed in the joy and skipped towards home.

suddenly, he stopped, felt the candy left in his pocket, and a sense of fear came over him. He seemed to see again: now the mother raised her fine eyebrows and whispered something in her father's ear. Dad grabbed a stick and came up to him angrily.

he was in a daze and didn't know what to do. He patted his pocket hard, but at first glance it was all bulging.

He lowered his head, sucked his fingers, thought for a long time, and saw that there was no one around. He quickly buried the sugar in the snowdrift on the roadside and specially inserted a small stick. That night, Xiao Liang slept soundly and sweetly.

He dreamed that his old mother came back with a smile, and now her mother is hanging her head and leaving. I'm so happy. The next day, Xiao lit up very early.

As usual, he emptied the bedpans of the whole family, rinsed them clean, then washed rice, added water, poked fire and sat in the pan, and then sneaked out with a cold steamed bun on his back. He wants to dig his candy quickly.

I don't want to. The ground temperature rose overnight, the ice and snow melted, and the syrup and snow water mixed together and penetrated into the earth. On the wet ground, there were some crumpled candy wrappers and that little stick as a mark.

Xiao Liang blinked and couldn't help rolling down tears. He squatted on the ground sadly and stared blankly.

After a while, I couldn't help but stretch out my cracked little finger, pick up some dirt and put it on the tip of my tongue-he smiled again: that dirt, My Sweetie's. Summarize several common detail descriptions: (1) Portrait detail description, that is, detailed description of portraits.

For example, in Daddy's Caretaker, the portrait of the patient is a detail. It is this detail that drives the development of the plot.

(2) Description of language details, that is, a typical language of a character is carefully described. For example, in "Lutihai Punches the Town of Kansai", after Luda killed the town of Kansai, he faked his death, which is a language detail, indicating Luda's rough and refined, brave and witty personality characteristics.

(3) action detail description, that is, a thorough and detailed description of the typical actions of the characters. For example, in the passage about Lu Da lending money to help Jin Lao's father and daughter in "Lu Tiha Punches the Town of Kansai", the verbs used vividly show the different personality characteristics of the three people.

(4) Detailed description of psychological activities, that is, a detailed description of the psychological activities of the characters. For example, in the article "Daddy's Caregiver", the description of the psychological activities of the teenager Sisillo after seeing that "Daddy" was seriously ill can very well show the excellent quality of caring for his parents.

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

(6) Description of clothing details, that is, a careful description of the characters' clothing. It is necessary to see the professional characteristics of this person through the description of clothing, and at the same time, it is also possible to see the personality characteristics outside the professional characteristics. This is a good detailed description of clothing.

(7) the detailed description of things means a detailed description of the development and change process of something. For example, in. 2. When writing a composition, it is necessary to highlight the characters' personalities and describe in good detail

"Only a mother is good in the world". This lyric has been sung for decades, which is accompanied by the healthy and vigorous growth of lovely children and reflects a mother's love for her children. In fact, not only the mother, but also the father. Each of us loves our parents, especially in times of crisis, which can better show their love for you. I also have such parents, and their love for me is infinite.

I remember one time, I caught a cold because of the unpredictable weather, and I had a high fever all the time. My temperature was as high as 41 degrees, and taking antipyretics didn't help. My parents were so anxious that they were at a loss. They wanted to take me to the hospital, but I had a class, and they were afraid of delaying my study. So, dad was busy going to Geoh, and the head teacher called to ask for leave for me. I want to take me to the hospital, but I think the hospital is very crowded and it takes a long time to get salt water. What should I do? So, my father took me to a private clinic. There were so many people in this clinic that it was my turn. I had to give an injection on * * * to reduce my fever, which was very painful. My father encouraged me: "Learn to be strong." I listened to it, and it really didn't hurt so much. Dad can't stay with me all the time when I hang salt water. He has to go to work. My mother has been sitting next to me, giving me water for a while and a fan for a while. When I am hungry alone, she goes to buy me something to eat. When my hand hurts, she tells me jokes. Her jokes make me forget the pain. With the careful care of my parents, my illness will soon be cured.

In fact, parents' love is sometimes not necessarily reflected in tenderness, but in strictness. My parents are like this.

once, my parents and I went shopping. I remember it was a holiday. There were so many people in the store that it was packed. My mother and I used to hold hands, but my attention was attracted by a small toy there. I involuntarily let go of my mother's hand and walked to the place where toys were sold. When I finished playing with toys to hold my mother's hand, I found that I was surrounded by strangers, and I was so scared that I cried. Not long after, I suddenly saw my parents, but it wasn't what I expected. They didn't comfort me softly, but cursed me: "Why didn't you lose it earlier?" Hearing this, I cried even harder than before.

Our parents love us so much that we should know how to appreciate them. Sometimes, we don't feel that our parents love us more. In fact, their love is beyond words. 3. The composition describing the details of the characters should be original in 4 words. Thank you ~~

When I was in primary school, my home was close to the school, and my mother picked me up at the school gate every day. She picks me up from work early every day, and then goes out to cope with the dinner at dinner. Every time I cross the road, my mother always holds my left hand with her right hand and looks at the cars coming and going. Sometimes there are too many people, and she is afraid of crowding me. She always waits for someone to pass by before holding my hand and trotting across the street. It was not until she stood on the sidewalk that she let go of my hand, relieved and relieved. At that time, my mouth kept a beautiful radian every day.

An autumn rain and a cold, I am a careless child, always forgetting to take an umbrella when going out in this rainy season. Well, that day, despite my mother's repeated exhortations, I left the house empty-handed. God was not beautiful that day, but it rained at the end of school. It was neither too big nor too small, but it never stopped raining. I looked anxiously at the door, wishing my mother would pick me up soon ...

Finally, I saw my mother in the rain. She was waiting for me there with a lovely little blue umbrella. When she saw me running over, she quickly covered me under the umbrella. I cocked my head to look at my mother and the lovely little blue umbrella, but I saw my mother's loving smiling face and the blue sky she held up for me.

On the way home, I skipped under the umbrella, and my mother trotted behind me. Even so, there was not even a raindrop on me. I was curious about how big this umbrella was, but I turned to look at my mother. Her clothes were half wet, and the rain slipped over my arm. When I saw what I wanted to say, she motioned me not to talk and gave me a calm smile. On that day, my mind was shocked.

The rain outside the window was scattered, and I looked at the gloomy sky in the faint rain and fog. A drop of rain turns the dust of living things into wisps of light smoke, blending and flowing in the hazy drizzle. In the light smoke, the most sincere and flawless touch buried in my heart emerged in front of my eyes like a movie.

It was a gloomy rainy day, and all the pedestrians in the street left in a hurry. The willows beside the road are listlessly floating with sparse willow leaves, and their heads are low, which is insignificant in the sharp rain. I stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain, staring quietly at the gray sky.

suddenly, a beggar in rags caught my eye. He was dressed in patched rags, and his unkempt hair was soaked by the rain. The gloomy eyes are lined with wrinkled and worn-out face, like a desolate Gobi, lifeless. Her black and blue feet were bare, stepping on the cold road and limping. Just like a thin and helpless bird, struggling to support its wings in the wind, it can't compete with Hanwei.

His walking steps suddenly stopped, and he looked down-it was an old and shriveled can, rattling in the wind, mixed with mud and quietly stuck on the smooth and shiny road. He was dazed, paused, gradually bent down his thin back, stretched out his withered hands like branches, and carefully picked them up. He pulled the can tightly in his hand, almost close to his chest, and then walked forward step by step and seriously. He saw the dustbin with a look of relief in his eyes, gently and solemnly put it in the dustbin, and then dragged his thin body with satisfaction and gradually disappeared into the hazy rain.

the air seemed to solidify, and my mind was shocked in an instant. Looking at that incomparably tall body, that incomparably pure heart. Tears gradually filled my eyes, filled with eternal admiration and emotion.

on that day, my heart was shocked. My life has also been shocked. He, a beggar in the rain, will always be a bright light in my heart. His heart is more like the rising sun that shines forever, rising bit by bit to illuminate my heart. 5. The article describing the characters requires detailed description.

The details are the mother's asking after school, the father's saying to go to bed early after finishing homework, the teacher's eyes asking if you know anything after finishing the topic, and the meticulous notes handed by friends after illness. The details are very small, but they are touching for a long time. We are all just ordinary people, and sometimes we can only be regarded as mediocrity. Life is connected by trivial things. Not as sensational as the eight o'clock soap opera, but there are more real and touching details than the TV series. J Meng Jiao wrote the details of "carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home", which made countless wanderers cry; Wang Wei wrote down the details of "Advise Jun to drink more wine, and there is no reason for people to leave Yangguan in the west", which made countless pedestrians sigh; Su Shi wrote down the details of "Xiao Xuan window, dressing up", which made lovers all over the world sigh. It was only the details, not just the details, but also the deep feelings behind the details themselves. He was often moved by Rembrandt's Jewish Bride, and the couple in beautiful clothes had a gloomy and restrained expression. Under the dark background, the two people clung to each other, without looking at each other's eyes or ups and downs, but only looking at each other. Grabbed the painter's heart and left it on the canvas. Even after hundreds of years, it is still silently dependent on each other. For the viewer, no matter how gorgeous the clothes are, it is their deep affection, the life course that they have gone through together and will go on, and the promise of "holding your hand and growing old with your son". This is a promise. There is a hot water bottle filled by my father for my mother and a basin of face washing water poured; They also help.