Write a 600-word character description composition.

1. A 600-word composition describing the character's character. The first time the intern teacher saw her, it was in the morning self-study class of Chinese.

Teacher Huang said, "This teacher Jiang is the new intern teacher in our class ..." Before we finished, we clapped our hands warmly. She walked onto the platform with a smile, wearing a turquoise sweater and a pair of black running pants, simple and generous, neat but dignified.

She gently touched her black-rimmed glasses with her hand and began to introduce her personal "resume": "My name is Jiang, and I am a student of the Political Department of Suzhou University. Well, I am very happy to be an intern in your civilized class. " There was another round of warm applause.

She lowered her head, adjusted her glasses, and then continued to talk, but her face flushed and seemed a little nervous. The first time I talked to her was in the self-study class at noon.

That day, I arrived at school early, and there were several classmates sitting in the classroom. She is talking to Qian Wei. Seeing her, I gave her a smile, and she gave me a shallow smile in return.

I began to do my homework. Just doing it for a while, she came over and sat next to me.

I looked up, her ear-length short hair neat and obedient. Leaving the sea half covered her beautiful eyebrows.

A pair of eyes full of aura gives people a deep feeling. Not really, but it's exquisite. The nose is slightly tilted, which looks a bit playful.

A pair of black-rimmed glasses stands quietly on the bridge of the nose. The thin lips seem to be cracked and the skin appears healthy dark brown. She smiled and asked me, "You used to be the monitor, right?" , "Yes."

I nodded to answer. "Are all your classmates here so early?" She then asked.

"Not before. However, now Miss Huang wants us to study by ourselves at noon.

Because ... ""Oh? What about you? " "Me? I used to finish my homework at noon. "Well, after finishing homework at noon, more private plots can be reclaimed at night.

We were the same at that time. Oh, it's getting late. I won't bother you. "

With that, she went to talk to other students. I found that she always looked me in the eyes when she spoke, which gave me a very kind and warm feeling.

Her eyes are bright, dark and deep. The first time I participated in activities with her was at the class meeting on Saturday.

We had a "teacher-student exchange meeting" that day, and she sat next to me. The students stepped onto the platform one by one, expressed their views and made demands on the teacher.

How is she? He is as meticulous as a primary school student and records the opinions and suggestions put forward by his classmates in detail on a piece of paper. It will be my turn to speak soon. I'm so nervous. She comforted me with gentle eyes and encouraged me.

"Never mind, I know you can do it." She hugged my shoulder and said.

"But ..." Before I finished, the host called me up to speak. Stepping onto the platform and looking at her eyes full of comfort and encouragement, I gushed.

She gave me inspiration, courage and confidence. At the end of the activity, she went to the podium and recited a small poem for us.

She bent her mouth with a smile. A faint smile revealed her lovely two tiger teeth, with a thick smile and a glimmer of light in her eyes.

Although still wearing that suit, it gives people a brand-new feeling. In just a few months, although we didn't know each other very well, she remained deeply in my memory.

I silently bless her in my heart: as long as you live better than me. Comments: The author of this composition used three fragments of communication with the intern teacher: seeing her for the first time, talking to her for the first time, and participating in activities with her for the first time.

Created an image of a female teacher who came to practice in a middle school. The full text is very distinctive in describing the language of female student teachers.

She introduced herself to the class for the first time: "My name is Jiang, and I am a student of the Political Department of Suzhou University. Well, I am very happy to be an intern in your civilized class. " These simple sentences show the generous but nervous characteristics of the intern teacher.

The second time I wrote the language of the intern teacher was a conversation with "I" in the self-study class at noon: "You used to be the monitor, right?" "Well, after finishing homework at noon, more private plots can be reclaimed at night. We were the same at that time.

Oh, it's getting late. I won't bother you. "Portrayed a kind, gentle and considerate image.

The third time I wrote the language of the intern teacher was at the teacher-student exchange meeting. I am nervous when I want to speak. The intern teacher comforted me and encouraged me. "Never mind, I know you can do it."

It gives me confidence, courage and inspiration to speak. Generally speaking, the language description in this composition is quite successful, which is worth learning and using for reference when we study language description.

It was a spring evening in my third year of high school, and the weather was not very sunny that day. It is raining in Mao Mao at noon and afternoon. After dinner in the evening, I watched Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude in the dormitory. Around 8 o'clock, I couldn't stand it anymore and said discontentedly, "How can this win the Nobel Prize?" . I walked out of the dormitory and wandered around the corridor. I looked up at the library in the distance and saw a quilt hanging on the guardrail of the corridor balcony. The white quilt was particularly conspicuous.

"Whose quilt is this?" I shouted lazily. As he spoke, he walked over and lifted a corner of the quilt. Strangely, a lot of dense fog was dug out under the quilt, like a cloud in the horizon. A white rabbit jumped out of it, onto my right shoulder, onto my head, and finally onto the cloud. A night breeze blew, and the little white rabbit floated away in a cloud.

I called my roommate curiously: "Zhu Yunlong, come and see, come out!" .

"What?" He said and came out.

Against the backdrop of the night, I pointed out to him that there was a little white rabbit driving a cloud over there.

"Roll your calves." It's nothing. I went in. Just as the voice fell, a young woman floated out in front of us. She wore fairy clothes, but because of the cloud, she couldn't see what brand it was. She said to us, "I was accidentally imprisoned by the devil under this quilt." I am very grateful to you for saving me. " "If you have any wish, just say it, and I can help you realize it."

"Really?" Zhu Yunlong speaks very fast. I gave him a casual look. His mouth is not closed yet, and there is still saliva in his mouth. The concentration of saliva may be very high, like a line, from his mouth to his navel, which is constant!

"Really, you say!" The woman said.

Zhu Yunlong smiled and said contemptuously, "Show me * *!" .

The woman's face didn't change color. A * * * came from the clouds under her feet. Zhu Yunlong looked at it carefully and said, "How is this mine?" . In a twinkling, the * * * like being enchanted, toward Zhu Jun dragonfly, set in the Zhu Yunlong's head.

Now, more than 20 years have passed, and the * * * on Zhu Jun's faucet has never been taken off. I don't know why.

3. Ask for an essay about character 600. My two sisters came back, wearing a black trench coat and stepping on a pair of black shoes, which further set off her slender figure. The long black shawl hair used to be dyed into the popular yellow today, showing the breath of urban women. When I stood in front of her, I felt more like an ugly duckling. Second sister also came here travel-stained. Before she reached the door, her two-year-old nephew Yangzi threw herself into her grandmother's arms and stared at the stranger. "Xiaoji is much older," sighed her sister. Second sister smiled mischievously. Second sister is old in the snow and has some black spots on her face. She was very fat before she got married, so she implemented many weight loss plans. For example, she drank a big bowl of soup before dinner and stood for an hour after dinner. Finally, she ate a lot of apples and tomatoes, but it was useless. After getting married, she became thinner. Today she wore a pink coat and an unclean white sweater, but it was too thin. Friends and relatives around the elder sister to be caring and attentive. Everyone sighed with envy: "Your family is really good and has produced such a good college student." Then mother will lift up her overflowing face and smile proudly. In fact, my sister is only a secondary school student, and she just got a superior job by virtue of her talent! Because of my sister's sense of superiority, this poor family has a proud capital. Big sister is like a red flower, and smiles more like a flower under the envy of everyone. People are used to admiring enchanting flowers and ignoring the green leaves under the red flowers. Just like the second sister who stood silently in the corner, she paid a flower-like youth for this family. Who can read it? I still clearly remember that my family contracted a hill-like apple forest that year. There are large tracts of flue-cured tobacco, red pepper, crisp white radish, cucumber and cauliflower flying all over the sky. . . . . . The scenery is beautiful, but it is hard for my second sister, who was only five years old that year. She dug her friends of the same age in the field for the Dragon Boat Festival prematurely, while my second sister stood under the apple tree and let her tears fall. The same youth, the same simplicity and innocence, but her youth is destined to be in dirt and dust. After a long time, his body will blend into the soil and his face will have the color of the sun. How can it be perfect? Mom said, "When the Apple Wheel Contract expires, I will buy my second sister a dream bike for her." . After a few years, the elder sister found a job and the apple circle expired. Second sister also got a bicycle, just an old bicycle that kept clicking! Most people my second sister's age have gone out to explore the world. Second sister also had a crush, but looking at her elderly parents and the dark land, she hesitated and chose to stay. In this way, the days passed and the flowers faded. NPC is old, it's time to get married, married and left, and her parents gave her enough dowry. They felt a clear conscience. Second sister is like a flower in bud. Just as she was about to blossom, she suddenly got into a bug. Although she has blossomed, she doesn't have enough luster. Second sister likes to wear skirts, but she never wears them. She has a snow-white skirt with concord and faint orchids on it, which is deeply pressed under her box. She said, "She may never have a chance to wear it again, because it is the lost youth." . Now the elder sister lives a comfortable life in the bustling city, and the second sister lives on the meager income earned by her brother-in-law. Neighbors always say when they see me, "When you grow up, you should be like your sister, but don't. . . . . . "There is nothing wrong with flowers blooming and falling, but who can really read the figure standing quietly in the sunset in that field?

I hope it can be adopted. Thank you.

4. Character Description Composition 600 words In the community where I live, there is an ordinary milkman, an uncle in his forties.

The uncle's dark skin can be seen at a glance as the result of years of sun exposure. On his serrated face, there are a pair of small and intense eyes.

There are three subscribers in our building, two on the fifth floor and one on the sixth floor. The subscriber on the sixth floor is our home.

Six floors, this trip up and down, without anything, has exhausted people, not to mention the milkman still holding so many bottles. Moreover, the bottle is round and slippery, and it will break several bottles if you are not careful. When people saw this situation, they put it directly downstairs. This uncle is not like this. Every afternoon at six o'clock, he always delivers the milk to the subscriber's door on time, and then shouts "Here comes the milk!"

Winter is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder. No matter whether it is windy or snowy, at six o'clock every afternoon, there will always be familiar footsteps and loud door calls in the corridor, "Here comes the milk!"

In the evening when the cold wind roared, the uncle came to deliver milk again. When I took the bottle, I found that his hands had been crumpled by the ruthless wind, like the skin of an old pine tree. I wonder why I don't wear gloves. No money to buy gloves or too busy to buy gloves? Why don't I give him a pair? The next day, he came to deliver milk again, and I finally couldn't help asking him. He said kindly, "Look, there is a layer of water outside this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will easily slip. " Oh, I see! I sighed in my heart: in order not to break the bottle, the uncle who delivered the milk actually put his head in his hands in the winter, which is really admirable! Mom said this is a kind of professionalism, which is worth learning from each of us.

Uncle Milkman, you are the person I admire most.

The description of characters in the 5.600-word composition has distinct characteristics of characters.

A pair of black cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue trousers with flowers, neat yellow overalls on the upper body, a small yellow hat on the head, and a simple face under the hat ... Have you noticed that these cleaners and aunts, regardless of the cold and heat, are waving brooms and sweeping the dust in the street? And I saw, in the hot sun and rain and dew, the most beautiful-they are hardworking, simple and selfless. ...

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There are some happy people in the world who interpret their most selfless side with other people's smiles. They sweat, bury their leisure, turn it into seeds, grow flowers and give off fragrance, adding a touch of beauty to other people's lives. They are so small, but so noble. They are guardians of green homes and beautiful hearts. They are cleaners.

In summer vacation, the sun devotes its heat to the earth without reservation. People were sweating like rain, and the cold drink shop in front of the door became an ocean. I squeezed in like a weak sardine and finally "grabbed" an ice cream. These days, I carried out holiday team activities, but I was punished. Licking the cold taste is very fulfilling. Maybe it's a conditioned reflex. Seeing the littered bags on the ground, I threw them away.

I sat on the bench in front of the door, sorting out my activity notes and materials. After a while, all the talents in front of the cold drink shop were used up, leaving plastic bags all over the street. At this time, an aunt cleaner in her forties, with a dull face and dry hair, was waving a broom and silently sweeping the bags that people threw into the cleaning car. "Yi, yi, yi ..." The friction between the broom and the ground stung my heart like a needle. At this time, my heart was touched and my face caught fire, but I didn't know what to do, so I just stared at the cleaner in a daze. At this time, a burst of footsteps sounded and a mother and son came to the side. The mother said to the child, "Look, if you don't study hard, you will sweep the street like this cleaner when you grow up ..." The aunt cleaner seemed to hear something, bowed her head and said nothing, just waving a broom.

"Pa", a thick sputum cigarette butt fell on the ground that had just been swept. "Please don't spit everywhere, please respect the work of others." Aunt cleaner stopped what she was doing and politely reminded the spitter. The man gave the cleaner a contemptuous look. "What's your name, sweeper?" Don't you just sweep the floor? What's the big deal? Besides, what respect do you want from a cleaner? Joke! "

Looking at my aunt's distant back, I was very unhappy. Cleaners are human beings and have self-esteem. Why are they so humiliated? Day after day, year after year. Dedicated silently in that humble post. In summer, when we are still enjoying the cool at home, they stick to their posts in the heat. They never seem to be afraid of the warmth of the sun and the pungent smell of garbage. The sweat on his face is so crystal clear in the sun. In winter, when we are still enjoying the warmth at home, they use their frozen hands to pick up every leaf blown by the wind and clean every street. Every corner of life has their footprints. They are hardworking; The heart is kind. Learn to respect them, in fact, you don't need to pay much. A grateful smile and an approving look will bring them great comfort.

Sitting in the car and walking on the road every day, you can see them wearing orange clothes, waving mops and brooms in the street, wiping off the dirt on the street, and making Binhai New Area clean, tidy and radiant. Every citizen will clean up the dirt and sundries left on the ground at the first time, leaving a clean and bright road. When the weather is bad, they are busiest at work. They will take pains to clean up the dirt, rain and snow left on the ground again and again. The cleaners we see in our daily life are all grandparents. They are old, but with the spirit of not being old, they have made great contributions to the cleanliness of cities and streets. We need to learn and admire them more. They have paid so much, but they have become a role that is often overlooked. Here, I want to impress your heart with my words: the city belongs to all of us, and only we can join hands with the cleaners to maintain our home. Only in this way will our home be more beautiful; Our life will be better! They are beauticians in the city and also beauticians in the mind; It is a laborer who creates a beautiful home and a living Lei Feng in real life!

Sunlight enveloped the cleaner's aunt and made her face red. Ah, I suddenly found her so tall and beautiful!

6. Write a composition of about 600 words to describe the characteristics of the characters. I have been with Chunchun for four years, and her impression on me is unforgettable. Round face, a pair of bright eyes, always blinking, shining with the light of happiness and gentleness, the small and exquisite nose, slightly upturned, a modest mouth, growing on a small round face, speaks in an orderly way and makes people convinced.

I have a cousin, less than ten years old, dignified and strong, with a chubby round face and two big, round and bright eyes. He can often bite his lower teeth on the outside of his upper teeth, which makes everyone laugh, and then he laughs himself, which is very funny. His head is bigger than that of other children. He often says two folk songs: "I am not afraid of heavy rain, but I have brains when others bring umbrellas."

She doesn't know that her phoenix eyes are beautiful. Those eyes are really small, thin and long, and the tip of their eyes points slightly to the sideburns. Although the eyes are not black, when the eyes look forward, there are sparks in the dark gray pupils from time to time, but the whites of the eyes are pale and faintly glow with blue flashes. Eyelids are not long, but they are dense and dark, which makes eyes look like clouds, hazy, mysterious and attractive. But the real beauty of her eyes is that the beauty is vivid. Whether you smile or laugh, as long as you smile, flowers will bloom in those eyes. The flowers are bright, charming and lovely, which makes her face sweet, handsome and radiant. Even if she is angry and sneers, there are still flowers in her eyes.

At the beginning of the second math class, I quietly noticed that there was something special in Teacher Nie's eyes: bright, especially bright. Those watery pupils turn around, swaying on the green lotus like flashing dew, and slipping on the jade plate like shining pearls. Teacher Nie's eyes met mine, and I quickly lowered my head. Really, my eyes are already in my heart. Teachers' eyes have special functions! I suddenly had some inspiration. I think of searchlights in movies and mirrors in fairy tales.

Dad is tall, with yellow curly hair, a pair of wise eyes embedded in his clean square face, and a pair of nostrils under his high nose are particularly large. When I was a child, I often looked at his nostrils and asked, "Dad, why are your nostrils so big?" He always answers with a smile: "Choose a horse with a big nose, because a horse with a big nose runs fast." . Dad was a sprint champion at school when he was a child. Ask your mother. "At this time, my mother and I will look at his nostrils and laugh.

"I am very happy." Mrs. Cook said that two round eyes were staring at Bazarov, and a lonely little red nose hung between them. To tell the truth, she is not as beautiful as Ben: her nose is too small, her nose is hooked inward, her nose is naturally not wide, and there are some freckles on it. You see, her row of Liu Long Haier hangs down from her forehead like a curtain, covering her eyebrows. The eyes under the eyebrows are small, but lively. The fly in the ointment is that there are many freckles on that little nose, but she never thought about worrying about these gadgets. She is as happy as a fairy all day.

7.600 words of character description, my mother.

My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin, with a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and a smile on her face.

My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age.

I remember one thing, which I will never forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother, "Mom! It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." He picked up his wallet.

When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket for 50 yuan from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home.

When I got home, my mother counted and said to herself, "Huh? No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get back 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They are looking for more 3 yuan money. Mom, can I have 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "send 2 yuan more back, you can't take advantage of small things!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "Say that finish, my mother braved the hot sun of * * * and sent 3 yuan money to others.

When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed. When I think of the things during the day, I suddenly understand that a man should start from bit by bit, and can't do things that are sorry for others because of the small advantages in front of him. This incident gave me a great education. I love my mother and I admire her from the bottom of my heart.

Her eyes are big and her braids are long and beautiful. Liu Ai is the monitor of our class. She often does good deeds for everyone. One day, she was ill and uncomfortable, but she still got to school early. When I got to school, I put down my schoolbag, picked up a broom and cleaned it, and then I went to clean the room. Her collective love behavior is worth learning from all our classmates. Everyone stresses hygiene and loves the collective. Our class must be the best class group.

8. Write a 600-word composition on the forum of personality lovers with the help of friends.

I have many friends, some eat, drink and be merry; Humorous; And knowledgeable. ...

A friend of mine deserves my sincere association. She is my classmate-Wang Jiayi. The reason why I can really associate with her is because there is one thing that makes me know that she is a reliable friend.

It happened at noon three days ago. Just after school at noon, I'm going to take care of it with her. Just after crossing the road at the school gate, she patted me and said, "Zhang Baimei, the teacher said that I must copy the scientific materials in the afternoon, or I will call my parents." I stopped and turned to her and said, "Forget it. I don't have any money and I haven't borrowed it from anyone in our class, so I won't make copies." "Then why don't you borrow it from me?" She told me specifically. I looked at Wang Jiayi and said, "Alas, I have forgotten this memory." At this moment, Wang Jiayi quickly took off his schoolbag and reached in. He found a set of scientific materials and said to me, "Come on, I'll lend you both the materials and the money. Go and copy them down. " At this moment, my heart trembled. Looking at this information and the dollar in her hand, I suddenly feel how important my friends are to me. At this time, I came to my senses and saw that the last song broadcasted by the school was almost the same, and the students on both sides of the road were almost the same. There are still some boys playing in a pile at the school gate. I looked at Wang Jiayi again and said hesitantly, "How do you know ... I haven't copied it yet." "Of course I know, because you mentioned last class that you didn't copy scientific materials, so I want to help you." I took the materials and photocopying fee from her hand and whispered to her, "Thank you, I will pay you back." As soon as I left, she said to me loudly, "It doesn't matter, as long as you pay back the money within a week." I looked at her again and waved to the copy shop. ...

This little thing, let me have a new understanding of my friend, let me also have a new understanding of my friend, I believe she will become the most reliable friend in my life in the future.