Extract good paragraphs: language description, action description, expression description, environment description and appearance description.

"Look, another one,' I'm not ready'; I have recited them one by one, and I am still' please forgive me'. "

The speaker was none other than the number one clown Kong. Kong is a tall and thin man. Although his five senses are not harmonious, they add a bit of humor. At the moment, he is sitting on the podium ready to play, but he is complaining about the polite opening remarks of other players.

"Hey, old hole, it's your turn. What happened? "

"Don't ask, just watch!" With that, he shook his thin arms and legs and walked onto the stage.

Bow 90 degrees in the northeast and 90 degrees in the southeast: "Tell everyone a good news: I am quite prepared. The topic of my speech is ... "

Clean and tidy! Applause rang out from the audience.

This is a hole. He wants more than being different.

What was the result? Play hardball first! He said he was ready, and he was ready!

Action description: I came to the classroom, found a triangular plate with cracks under the podium, laid it flat on the podium, aimed at the cracked place, dipped some latex with small wood chips, carefully applied it in the gap of the triangular plate, squeezed it hard with both hands, scraped off the extruded latex gently with a knife, and pressed a brick at the joint. After a while, I removed the brick and the triangle was still the same. Expression description: Sweat dripped from my nose, and I only felt my hands sweating. I can't get the sweat off my pants, and my heart is pounding. Soon, the teacher will come to me. At this moment, I dare not look up. "Zhang, have you finished your homework?" The teacher looked at me with a smile. Suddenly, the students' reading sounds disappeared from my ears. My heart jumped into my throat and stood up like an electric shock, which startled the teacher. The teacher motioned me to sit down. "Uh-huh ..." I replied, Oh, my God, what should I do? If someone looks at my face at this time, my face must be red and I feel my face burning. I hung my head and dared not look at the teacher. God, I will study hard in the future and absolutely repent. I just asked the teacher not to check my homework this time. That's it. I don't know how long it took. I looked up and found that the teacher had left. I looked down and saw that my exercise book was soaked with sweat! I also breathed a sigh of relief, but guilt came back to me. Alas, I have always been obedient in the eyes of teachers, stealing their trust, but at the same time I secretly swear that there will never be another description of the environment: needless to say, green vegetable fields, bright stone wells, tall pine trees and dark green rivers; Needless to say, cicadas sing in the leaves and butterflies dance among the flowers, but the river in the backyard has aroused my infinite sigh. The river in the backyard is as quiet as sleep, just dark green, like a long emerald silk, spreading forward, throwing a pebble into it, and the water as warm as green has become ripples, like a broken dream, scattered everywhere. There is a wrinkled old house by the river, and the joints of the wooden doors seem to be rusted. When opening and closing, it creaks, and the broken carvings and mottled paint on the door panels are full of traces of time. When I returned to my hometown, my first thought was to come here, because the tranquility and serenity here calmed my messy experience: my father had a chubby head and a pair of boss's glasses on his watery eyes. I really owed my eyes in my last life, carrying its armor for my eyes. As soon as I took off my glasses, there were two small pits on my nose. My father has a big mouth, too, but his mouth is very protective. My father has a strong mouth. A mouth is a joke, which makes everyone laugh until their stomachs ache. Is there any magic in his mouth? I want to see what happened. So, while my father was sleeping soundly and his mouth was wide open, I climbed into bed carefully. My horse's head was in front of my father's face. I reached out and touched it and pulled his mouth. "Oh, oh ... what are you doing?" Dad woke up and shouted at me. I quickly said, "I'll look for your magic." "What a mess, what does this have to do with my mouth?" I watched my father touch his mouth inexplicably and felt very funny. I said to him, "I'm curious, how can your mouth say so many interesting things?" "Silly boy, it's not a matter of mouth, it's a lot of knowledge in the stomach." Dad opened his mouth and smiled again. You can refer to these.