Use side descriptions and frontal descriptions to write essays

1. Write a composition using frontal description and side description

This morning, I came to the long-lost composition interest class with great interest.

I walked to the door of the composition class, and as soon as I opened the door, I was shocked by the messy image in front of me: tables and chairs were arranged in a haphazard manner, and there were chalk dust and small white papers everywhere on the ground. Tablets, chalk, and plastic bags were scattered everywhere. I thought: Why is the classroom like this after not seeing each other for a few weeks? As soon as the students came in and saw the classroom like this, they all turned around and ran away.

How can we create a good writing environment in such a mess? Everyone finally decided to clean the classroom before going to class. So the action begins... First, division of labor.

Since the male students are strong, the two male students were given the task of setting up the table and chairs, as well as tidying up the table. Because the female students are very careful, they are responsible for sweeping the floor and wiping the tables.

After the division of labor was completed, everyone got busy. The male classmate laboriously moved the table, which kept making squeaking noises; the female classmate swept the floor carefully, and soon the "snowflakes" were cleaned up.

Just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the careless male student accidentally dropped the chalk dust on the ground! The female classmate kept blaming him for destroying the fruits of her labor, even though the male classmate kept apologizing. The male classmate had no choice but to sweep the "recycled snow flakes" on the ground into the trash can.

Seeing this, the female classmate no longer cared about it and smiled knowingly. At this time the teacher came, and she was surprised to find that we were diligently sweeping the floor.

But the teacher didn’t come in. She stood at the door, looked at us with a smile, and added a few words of praise from time to time: "You are so attentive to your work!" "It's very clean!" or a few more Guidance: "It's not clean enough here." "It's not a good idea to put the table here!" It's like a commander directing our work.

Finally it was cleaned. The classroom now was very different from the classroom before cleaning: the floor was clean, the tables and chairs were arranged in an orderly manner, and there was no trace of chalk dust on them. It was different from the original classroom. What a stark contrast! Seeing the fruits of their hard work, the students all smiled happily... 2. Compositions with positive and side descriptions

I like rainy days. Students, do you like sunny days or rainy days? If I say that I like rainy days, then I think many people will say: "Are you crazy? I ask this kind of question! What's good about rainy days? Everything is wet and it's inconvenient to go out?" Yes, rainy days are not Okay, but I still hope it rains every day.

This starts with my dad. My father is the director of the town forestry station. He has nothing to do on weekdays, reading newspapers and drinking tea.

However, several forest fires since last year have completely disrupted my father’s daily routine. Moreover, Dad seems to be suffering from neurosis. Whenever he hears the phone call, he will jump out of his chair.

We all make fun of Dad because he is making a fuss out of a molehill. Dad also admitted that he was too nervous! But when the *** rings again, Dad will jump up again.

Hey! Who can blame this? Aren’t we to blame those who use fire casually in the wild? I remember one time, the whole family had dinner, chatted for a while and then went back to their rooms to sleep. I don’t know how long it took, but a quick phone call pulled me out of my dream. I vaguely heard the sound of someone coming downstairs, followed by the sound of opening the door, closing the door, and the sound of a motorcycle motor.

Soon, everything returned to calm, and I once again had sweet dreams... When I got up early the next morning, I found that only my mother was making breakfast in the kitchen. Hey, why don't you see dad? On weekdays, dad is the first to get up? But today... I couldn't help but ask: "Mom, where is dad?" Mom said softly: "Your dad went to put out the fire again last night and didn't come back until four in the morning, and he was still sleeping.

Keep your voice down and let your dad sleep more! "Oh, no wonder, I heard someone coming downstairs last night. I thought I was dreaming!" "By the way, where is the fire?" "It's Dongshan Village!" It seems that a local villager was burning ash on the mountain to make fertilizer during the day. Unexpectedly, it was still burning at night. In addition, the mountain was really dry these days, and the flames started to burn when the wind blew them. Fortunately, we found out and saved it early, otherwise, the consequences would be really disastrous! "My mother said earnestly.

After a while, my father came downstairs. I was surprised to find that my father was missing an eyebrow and the hair in the front was shorter, as if he had been gnawed by a mouse. , this must be a souvenir for him from last night’s firefighting! Looking at my dad’s funny look, I laughed so hard that my eyes burst into tears, but my dad didn’t know what I was laughing at, so he rubbed it away. With sleepy eyes and a hoarse voice, he said: "Silly boy, what happy event is there so early in the morning! "Of course there is a happy event, a hero with one eyebrow is born in our family, haha!" "... But what I didn't expect was that in the following days, my father was rarely as energetic as before. From time to time, I would find that he was missing a few clumps of hair or had a few holes in his clothes, but this was often the case. Sunny days.

Students, do you understand now why I like rainy days? Here, I sincerely appeal to everyone, for the sake of the happiness of thousands of families, please be careful about the use of fire in the wild. 3. . Urgent request

The ox is very ordinary, but it is also very great.

The ox has pairs of horns on its head, slender limbs, a strong body, and a slender tail. The ox is young and strong and can pull a plow. , cows can produce milk, cowhide can be used to make shoes, and beef can be eaten.

Cows can be seen everywhere in the countryside, but they die silently in the corner of the cowshed. No one is asking for anything in return.

No one will pay attention to the death of a cow, and no one will remember what it has done for us after it dies. This is how the cow was born in the world in obscurity, and in obscurity. After leaving, it left many things to people.

But it never asked for anything, as long as a pile of hay and a cowshed were enough. Refers to, bowing one's head and willing to be a Ruzi Niu. "

Cows eat grass but milk milk. This unknown cow reminds us of people like it in life.

Farmers, factory workers, school teachers, they Just like cattle, they work in obscurity without asking for much reward. Without them, how can society continue to exist? Without farmers, people would have no food and vegetables to eat; without workers, there would be no high-rise buildings. Without teachers, students cannot learn knowledge.

There are many such people in the west. On July 2006, the Qinghai-Tibet Railway was opened, which reminded me of those who participated in the development of the west. Volunteers.

They endured cold weather, drought and floods, and brought prosperity to the western part of the motherland.

However, they persisted. How much reward have they received? Don't we have such spirit? In fact, as long as everyone works harder, everyone can be unknown and selfless. Respect the cow, which is diligent, hardworking and selfless for people. Dedicated.

It can be compared with pine trees and poplars; it can stand and sit with the "Four Gentlemen". We must learn the spirit of ox! Pine trees do not have the beauty of peach trees in spring. There is no beauty in the huge leaves of the sycamore tree in the summer, nor the golden coat of the ginkgo tree in the autumn. It is just a pine tree in a simple green coat with needle-like leaves. , clusters extending outward, each one sharp and powerful, as if there is a spirit supporting them.

The fruit of the pine tree is also very distinctive: it is an oval, divided into layers. The petals are hidden in the house made of "straw", which is like a warrior protecting the house and a parasol and rain shelter.

It is still the kind of force that supports it. faith to protect the fruits.

The peach tree shows all its power through the peach blossoms in spring, while the sycamore leaves all its hopes in summer on its plump, green leaves: the ginkgo tree shows its beauty with its golden "butterflies" in autumn.

The pine trees just stand guard for us in silence in the winter. In winter when we see all the bare trees, we feel desolate and sad.

If we see a pine tree among many bare trees, we will be filled with hope. Pine trees are straight, no matter how harsh the environment, they still grow tall.

Other trees are beautiful because of their gnarled branches, but this tree is beautiful because of its integrity, simplicity, and strength. This kind of inner beauty is much nobler than the beauty on the surface and the precious tree species coddled in the greenhouse.

People are like trees. Being a person with strong inner qualities like a pine tree is much greater than a flower growing in a "greenhouse". Therefore, we must learn from the many inner qualities of the pine tree such as integrity, simplicity, and strength, and become a person of noble character. Since ancient times, many people have praised the pine tree and regarded it as a symbol of sublimity. I have always admired the pine tree. .

You see, whether it is in the crevice of the cliff or on solid ground, as long as there is a seed --- whether you plant it intentionally, or drop it randomly, or whether it is the wind It blows or falls from the beak of a bird. In short, as long as there is a seed, it will grow vigorously wherever it is, regardless of the terrain, regardless of the severe cold and heat. It does not need anyone to fertilize it, nor does it need anyone. Come to irrigate it, strong winds cannot blow it down, floods cannot destroy it, severe cold and freeze cannot kill it, drought and drought cannot destroy it, it grows carefree, the vitality of pine trees is so strong, pine trees ask too little! Pine trees Some people praise the gracefulness of willows, others praise holly trees for their evergreenness all year round, but I love the cedar, the guardian of our school. As soon as you enter the school gate, you can see a row of vigorous and tall pine trees in front of the teaching building.

Approaching the cedar, the thick trunk goes straight up, and its bark is very rough. The teacher told us: "Even though it looks like this, the wood is actually very hard. Every two or three inches on the trunk A branch grew out of the place. The branch slowly lowered to the surroundings, but the branch stubbornly turned upward. There were also many twigs growing on the branch. There were about an inch of pine needles on the twigs. This is the cedar. Leaves, many leaves are connected together, like a brush. The pine needles will sting you. If you are accidentally stung by them, you will scream in pain. This is probably the "self-defense weapon" of cedar! Their shapes are pointed at the top and large at the bottom, like green "little pagodas". Their majestic appearance is like "soldiers" guarding our school day and night.

In spring, the cedars are full of vitality, and birds come to join in the fun. They are so happy, chirping and making friends. The trees are a good place for them to settle down, and they have become a beautiful scenery in the school. In summer, Chang The long pointed pine needles sparkled in the hot sunshine. In the physical education class, the students chased and played in the hot sunshine. When they got tired, they hid under the cedar, not to mention how cool it was there. .Looking up, dots of sunlight are shining directly down. Autumn is turning to winter, and the north wind is howling.

Only the bare trunks of the surrounding trees are left, and only our "guards" are facing the biting cold. The wind still stands on the playground, blocking the cold wind for the students, allowing them to study with peace of mind in the classroom! This is the cedar in our school. We are determined to protect this dedicated "guardian" at all times and let it flourish. Add brilliance to us! People say that the flowers of pine trees are beautiful and delicate, but I want to praise the tenacious and unyielding pine trees. In autumn, the grass withers, the flowers wither, and the leaves of many trees have fallen, but the pine trees are still in the autumn wind. Its branches and leaves stretch out in the autumn rain.

Bunches of needle-like leaves in autumn.

4. Compositions with positive and side descriptions (writing about people)

The bustling Spring Festival is coming again. Every child must be eagerly looking forward to celebrating the Spring Festival. There are some Do what you love! For example: receiving New Year's money from elders, shopping around to buy new clothes, visiting relatives' houses to pay New Year greetings, going on trips, etc. My favorite thing is to set off firecrackers and fireworks.

Every Chinese New Year, I would pester my father to take me to set off firecrackers. Now we can’t set off firecrackers in the city, so my father had to take me to the suburbs to set off firecrackers. Every time we buy many different kinds of firecrackers and fireworks.

We stuck the firecrackers in the soil and lit the fuses with incense. I covered my ears tightly with both hands, hid behind the adults, poked half of my head out, looked at the burning fuses, and thought to myself. : Should I let go of my hand and jump forward to act brave, or should I act as scared as I am now? While I was still hesitating, the firecrackers exploded with a "bang". Suddenly, confetti scattered, dust flew, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. . I also screamed with joy!

Of course, the most spectacular thing is the fireworks set off at night. Some fireworks are placed in the sky like a blooming chrysanthemum, and some fireworks are placed in the sky first as a small circle, and then enlarged circle by circle like water waves, and the color of each circle is different! Some fireworks were put into the sky and scattered like a fountain. .. Various colorful fireworks are intertwined, one after another, colorful, dressing up the night sky like a palace with bright lights, very beautiful. .

Looking at the fireworks in the sky and listening to the crackling firecrackers everywhere, the lively New Year is here again 5. A composition of frontal description and profile description of a person

Mine Since I entered sixth grade, that fierce art teacher has finally left! However, an old man was brought in! His surname is Wang, and I don’t know exactly what his name is.

It’s just that he asked us to call him Teacher Wang, so I only know his last name. It was obvious that he was in his fifties or forties.

From the beginning, he spoke a lot of Linwu words, and most of them were Linwu swear words! It's like satirizing us "city guys". It makes me so angry! The bell for the first art class rang "Ding Ling Ling... Ding Ling Ling..." because Teacher Wang came and went in a hurry.

I finally saw his appearance clearly - well, his hair is thin, and he doesn't buy a bottle of Bawang to wash it. He probably has less public funds, so he is saving money! With a scholar's hat on his swarthy face, he looked like an old man in the 1980s, out of step with the times! However, when I took the art class for the second time, the teacher came to the back door of our classroom with a pile of art books. I was really afraid that his bones would fall apart. However, beware that it is unnecessary.

The teacher had a smile on his face and said that the painting level of our class was pretty good! It seems that the teacher's temper is quite easy to talk about. Let me tell you, I often get high marks in my art homework, and the teacher always clicks my name on the "ranking list", not to mention how happy I am! Since this teacher started taking art classes, I love art even more. I can’t wait to take an art class right now! I have a sister who is my cousin. Her name is Yang Yilin. We all call her Linlin. She is nine years old this year.

Very cute, so very lovable. My cousin is extremely eloquent and can speak well and win every quarrel with others. Neighbors say that she will study very well in the future. However, unexpectedly, she couldn't keep up in the first volume of elementary school last year. .

I looked for reasons for her. First: her aunt and uncle were too spoiled to her and left everything up to her cousin; second: her aunt and uncle were not strict in discipline and allowed her cousin to play as she wanted. I want to see I just watch TV, and every time I put off my homework, I cram it in half a minute, and I don’t even finish it, and I don’t move at all; thirdly: my cousin doesn’t take her studies seriously. Sometimes I feel so proud when I am praised by the teacher, and I say this and that as soon as I get home.

She always thinks that what she thinks, says, and does is right, and she never cares about others. Linlin is also very good at deceiving others.

Once, she got full marks in the exam, and the teacher at school praised her. She was so happy that she made a fuss as soon as she got home: "Mom, grandpa, grandma, dad and sister..., let me tell you, I got a hundred points in the exam, and the teacher praised me! Do you think I am good or not?" Awesome? "At this time, if we say we are not awesome, she will hide under the table and not get up no matter what we say.

So we can only say: awesome. I asked her again: "Since your academic performance is so good, why don't you have a second stroke hanging on your shoulder?" "The teacher hasn't finished sending it yet!" I felt very strange: now that the end of the semester is approaching, how could my sister's teacher still give her a good answer? Not finished yet? Oh, it turns out she was lying to me. How could I forget that she is a master of lying! I have a cute but naughty neighbor who is younger than me, only eight years old and in the third grade of primary school. His name is Chen Muyuan.

Logically speaking, he should call me brother, but he refused to call me. It would be fine if he didn’t call me. Instead, he called me my nickname "Haozi", which is homophoned as "rat", which means mouse. . I also scolded him for this, but he always ignored me.

Recently, he has become obsessed with TV series and his words have become naughty. Once, I said to him: "Chen Muyuan, can we play football together?" I saw his mouth pouted and his eyes looking up, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, he smiled and said to me: "Okay." When I turned my head to get the ball, he spit out two more words "f*ck".

He was clearly teasing me, and I was furious, but when I turned my head, he had already run away. It turns out he was prepared, hey! This little naughty.

He has loved playing with four-wheel drive vehicles since he was a child. He has collected some four-wheel drive tools, so he often repairs his own four-wheel drive vehicles. Even though he is young, his skills in repairing four-wheel drive vehicles far exceed mine.

Once, I went to his house to play and saw him lying on the table attentively. I thought he was doing homework, so I didn't want to disturb him. Unexpectedly, he was concentrating on repairing the four-wheel drive.

He was sweating, his mouth was tightly closed, and he gritted his teeth from time to time, as if he had used all his strength. There were some beads of sweat on his nose, and he had a pair of big, bright eyes, staring intently at the four-wheel drive.

Looking at his concentration, he really looks like an expert in repairing four-wheel drive vehicles. My neighbor is so naughty and cute.

I have a little sister, she is my uncle’s daughter. She has a pair of big dark eyes, and her eyebrows are like crescent moons hanging on her red face.

She is very cute and beautiful. She is also a caring little girl. One time, I went to my grandma’s house and she happened to be there.

So we started playing happily. After a while, a kitten came over. It didn't know why, but it kept meowing there.

My sister asked me with confusion on her face: "Sister, what is this kitten talking about?" I was also puzzled, and after thinking about it I said, "Maybe it is hungry, or maybe it is thirsty." "When my sister heard this, she said unhappily: "Look how pitiful it is, let's find something to feed it." I gave her an idea and told her that there was food in the cupboard at her grandma's house. Remaining liver. When she heard this, she jumped up and ran to the house with joy.

Soon, she came out with a few pieces of liver. I thought she would throw the liver on the ground, but I found that she squatted down, put the liver in her mouth, and bit it into many small pieces.

I asked her strangely: "Zhang Ran, what are you doing?" She said while biting: "Sister, I want to bite the kitten into pieces. If I eat too much, I'm afraid it will choke. "Then she carefully put the chopped liver on the ground and asked the kitten to eat it.

Looking at the delicious food the kitten ate, it seemed to be saying: "Well, it tastes so delicious." I smiled happily, and my sister also giggled.

My little sister is so cute, although she is only 5 years old. She has a kind heart. As a sister, I should really learn from her.

My grandfather is over seventy years old, but he still pays great attention to credit.

As long as it's a day off, I always go to my grandpa's place to play.

He would also ride a tricycle to pick me up to go to his workplace and often buy me some good things to eat. Once, I made an appointment with my grandfather to go to his work unit the next Sunday, and he agreed. 6. I beg for a composition, which must have side descriptions and frontal descriptions

Spring is beautiful and autumn is fruitful, the sun sets in the west, and geese fly from the north to the south. The years are spent step by step in this way. Every time I look back at the road I have walked, it is so bleak, with only a few deep or shallow footprints. But if you look carefully, you will find that there are more or less long lines beside the footprints. Square imprints may be real or fake, dreams or reality. In the end, I don’t know how many books I have read. I can only see the traces of time leaving the memory of its companionship. Following each footprint - the footprints gradually became smaller. Next to a footprint, I saw a small mark. That was the first book I read.

The shackles on the door buckle of memory were untied, and fragmented memories emerged, intricate and confusing, making me confused. But I caught it at a glance - it looked so thin and small in the thick book, yet so tall! That was the first book I ever read - Mother's Diary!

Maybe it is not a book, maybe it is just a drop in the ocean in your eyes. But it really helped me grow a lot.

When I discovered it, I was eight years old, in the second grade, and knew a lot of words. I found it on my bedside table. That year, I only served as the group leader in the class. I felt extremely humble. I also lost my initial enthusiasm for learning. I was disgusted by its boring nature. I opened the square diary, and I was delighted by the neat and beautiful handwriting. The beginning of my mother's diary briefly talks about the scandals of my childhood - such as eating porridge with rice grains all over my face; getting up in the middle of the night and turning on the TV and then going back to sleep... There are too many new words in it that I don't recognize. Curiosity prompted me to patiently look up the dictionary according to the method taught by the teacher for the first time. I felt a sense of fulfillment and pride that I had never experienced before. I seemed to have tasted the joy of learning and could study seriously.

My mother's diary is really like a book, and I am the protagonist of the whole book. She never seemed to notice that I had touched her diary because I always put it back where it belongs. Occasionally, when she saw that the location of the diary had been changed, she just smiled slightly, and my nervous heart was relieved. My mother writes a diary every day and insists on writing. No matter how tired she is, she can't even stand up straight. This is what I learned from her since I was a child - today's things are done today. And it is precisely because of her spirit that I can see new things every day.

As I turned page by page, I seemed to understand a lot, and I seemed to have grown a lot. Gradually, some simple Tang poems appeared in my mother's diary, which further aroused my interest in it. Maybe part of the reason why I am so passionate about liberal arts now is because of this!

Day after day, I don’t know exactly when I put down my diary and started reading other people’s books. After reading other people’s books, I felt how childish that diary was. How vulgar. There are more and more books on the bookshelf, and my reading volume is also increasing. After entering junior high school, I also started to borrow books from the library. In the sea of ??books, everything fell silent...

Many years later, I talked about this diary to my mother and joked about her artistic level. Too low, the diary written is too ordinary. And she just smiled.

In your eyes, maybe it is really worthless and not even worthy of the title of "book", but I really think that it was the enlightenment book in my life and the first book I read in my life. This book!

Now that I have grown up, I have also begun to write my own diary. In the diary, there are not many luxurious sentences. Because I understand my mother's original intention of writing a diary, I understand, I finally understand...

Every day there is a footprint, and every day there are traces of a book next to the footprints, and every day I remember - that book The first book I read, the philosophy of love...

I hope you will adopt it, thank you! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !