Use words to describe actions that can't be written.

1. About the action description, Chunchun students in our class will make a very funny action when they are nervous: stretch out the index fingers of both hands and touch them with their fingertips (the action of interrogating lazy sheep every time on TV), which is the result of my many observations.

Once in class, the teacher asked Chunchun to answer questions. Chunchun stood up. I don't know what to say. I looked at Chunchun and almost laughed, but I couldn't laugh in class. After class, I quickly told my deskmate about Chunchun's actions. As a result, my deskmate laughed harder than me and went straight to the table.

Another time, Chunchun didn't recite the text, and the teacher asked the class to stand up and didn't recite it. Chunchun stood up slowly. The teacher stared at Chunchun, who was so scared that she made that funny move again. I quickly called my deskmate to show him. As a result, my deskmate couldn't help laughing. I couldn't help laughing when I saw her smile, so I lowered my head.

After class, the students at the back asked me, what are you laughing at in class? Laughing like that, the deskmate cried (laughed) and told them the movements of Chunchun. Several people behind me also smiled, but not as hard as my deskmate. Maybe I'm used to watching the lazy sheep's movements.

Now that I think of that action, I still want to laugh.

There should be a 400-word composition describing the action in my mind, which is the most impressive.

Among my many classmates, Wu Yunbing is the one that impressed me the most. She has a pair of clear eyes, an oval face and fair skin, and looks very cute. It is also because she studies well, speaks humorously and has a wide range of extracurricular hobbies.

She got full marks in almost every exam in Chinese, maths and English. This makes me envy, which is mainly due to her diligent study and hard work. And she is not a good student of the bookworm type, she is! I had a good time after class, but not that kind of "crazy" play. It's fun to relax without going too far. Generally, students who study well are quiet and don't like to talk much, but she is different. As soon as the chatterbox opens, the words are not one o'clock! Moreover, she is cheerful and smiles brightly. When talking, there is always a string of happy laughter, and those who listen to her will always be emotional contagion.

Her hobbies are also very rich, and she can play flute, cucurbit flute and other musical instruments. She will also extend her little hand to her classmates at our class meeting. On one occasion, the music she played "The Shepherd Boy" was very beautiful, which seemed to bring people into the field path at once, making people see the pastoral scene of the shepherd boy whipping the cattle, which was refreshing.

Not only that, Wu Yunbing is also very modest. When others praise her, she always smiles and says, "I dare not!" " ""you flatter me! " "No, no! "This will make students and teachers feel that she is not lofty and is very popular with teachers and students.

Wu Yunbing, a very talented classmate, is an example for me to learn.

In the bright study, only the sound of rustling was heard, and a little boy was holding a Complete Composition with rapt attention. He is sometimes amused by humorous stories in the book; Sometimes applaud the wonderful stories in the book; Sometimes I burst into tears for the touching stories in the book. He is my cousin-a real "big book fan". He likes playing computer and watching TV, but he likes reading books best.

One night, it was already ten o'clock at night, but my cousin was not asleep. I saw him quietly pick up a book, turn it carefully from page to page, staring at the words in the book, like a greedy hungry wolf, chewing the mystery between the lines.

His every move was so cautious, and his big eyes full of wisdom glanced at the door from time to time, but the story in the book pulled him back. My cousin forgot his vigilance and absorbed in reading. In the sea of books, my cousin forgot the world and herself. . I don't know when grandma stood in front of the bed and snatched the book from my cousin, who walked out of the sea of books. Another time, grandma went out, and my cousin sat on the sofa, absorbed in eating his dessert book. The barking of cars and dogs outside the window didn't affect my cousin at all. "Ding-dong!" The doorbell rang and grandma came back, but my cousin didn't notice. The doorbell rang again, but no one answered it. Grandma broke out in a cold sweat and thought something had happened to her cousin. She quickly opened the door with the key, but she was in danger. It turned out that her cousin was reading, and the boulder in her heart was put down. Okay？

3. Character description language description psychological description action description composition Childhood is a clear river with white waves and flowers; Childhood is a song. In my memory, it can make me find a lot of happiness. When I heard other students talking about the fun of their childhood, I couldn't help thinking of the stupid things I did with my neighbor Han Xiao.

Before the Spring Festival, Han Xiao's mother Zhao Yi bought a red sweater. Zhao Yi said happily: "I finally added a dress that can drink tea this year!" Han Xiao and I both widened our curious eyes and thought, it's strange that clothes can still drink tea. I've never heard of it. Really novel! Touch that dress again. It is thick and soft. It's really unusual.

Aunt Zhao went out, and Han Xiao and I decided to put on new clothes and try how to drink tea. Han Xiao brought a big cup of tea, and I slowly poured it on my new clothes. Hey! Oh, my god The water that just fell will be gone in a short time, and you can't tell it is wet at all. "No wonder Aunt Zhao said it was' tea clothes'!" I said to myself.

Just as we clapped our hands for joy, Aunt Zhao came back. Seeing that we were fiddling with her new clothes, she quickly put them away. She was soaked to the skin as soon as she touched her sleeve and asked us what was going on. Before I could answer, Han Xiao said, "We gave you tea for your new clothes." I went on to say, "didn't you say you could drink tea when you saw these clothes?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yi immediately bent down with a smile, and then pointed to Han Xiao's nose and said, "You guys! One is more stupid than the other! "

It turns out that tea clothes refer to beautiful clothes worn by guests! More and more aware of how innocent and lovely I was when I was a child! Perhaps this is the most precious thing, and there will never be such a time again. ..

A lovely, intelligent and lively cousin, with a pair of big watery eyes, rolls in her eyes when thinking about problems. Cousin can show a pair of white and neat little teeth when she smiles, which is very interesting. I like him very much.

My cousin lives in grandma's house. Once, he told his grandmother that he liked Xiaohua Mall. Grandma loves him and listens to him. He asked me to watch my cousin and buy Xiaohua Mall on the street. Grandma bought a lively and beautiful Xiaohua Mall. My cousin jumped for joy when he saw the lively and lovely Xiaohua Mall, so he ran to grandma's side, played with the lovely Xiaohua Mall and stroked it gently. He was still singing Xiaohua Mall's songs. At this moment, Xiaohua Mall scratched his cousin's pants with his claws. Grandpa saw it and picked up Xiaohua Mall and threw it away. My cousin saw it and burst into tears. He said: "Grandpa is not good. Xiaohua Mall is not sensible. How can he throw away education?" If I don't understand, will you throw me away? " Look how pathetic it is! "Everyone burst out laughing. Grandpa quickly picked up Xiaohua Mall and said to his cousin, "Yes, the kitten is not sensible. My brother will educate it!"! " "

Another time, my cousin was playing in the house. He didn't listen to his grandmother and insisted on playing with his bike. As a result, he accidentally knocked over his bike and his fingers were pinned down. He quickly broke his fingers and burst into tears. At this moment, grandma heard the crying and ran out of the room. Seeing this scene, she was so angry and funny that she ignored him. He stopped crying for a while and peeked at her through his fingers.

How interesting and lovely my cousin is! I like him very much.

He is seven years old. He is neither tall nor thin, but he looks full of energy.

He has short hair, a handsome face with bright black eyes and a high nose like a carrot. People who have been to his house say that he has good features and is a good-looking boy.

My sister is very cute. She has been three months. A few days ago, it was my sister's centenary birthday. My mother drove her little sister to "Love You Baby" and took some photos.

My sister has a pair of sparkling eyes, a bulging face and a very small mouth. She has a pair of lovely ears, and a pair of small hands clenched their fists and swayed from time to time.

Look! That meaty little foot looks like a steamed bun, so cute! I love my sister. My favorite classmate is Geng Hao, a handsome boy. Look! He is not tall, but he looks strong. His arms and legs are like ripe corn cobs.

He likes to wear a coat without buttons, and he says, "That will be more imposing." Geng Hao's head is round, his red face is round, and coincidentally, his shiny black eyes are round.

I like his smile best. When he laughed, his black eyes turned into two crescent moons. His little red mouth likes telling jokes. His jokes always make us laugh until the end, and then the curved crescent moon appears again.

My father is the first mate of the merchant ship of ocean shipping company. He is very tall, his yellowish hair is naturally curly, his white square face is embedded with a pair of smart eyes, and his nose is particularly big under his high nose.

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. Do not believe you ask your mother. "

At this time, my mother and I will look at his big nostrils and laugh. Dad is thin, of medium build, with a pair of modest eyes and a flat head. His high nose looks more energetic.

The chiseled lips are covered with whiskers like steel needles. Dad has a lot of knowledge. He often tells me many amazing and interesting science stories and tries to exercise me in many ways.

There is such a little boy in our class. He is not tall, his body is like a small tree, and his limbs are like fresh shoots. His thin body bears a big head, which really worries people whether his weak body can hold on. His face is very white, and the most striking thing is his big watery eyes, which are wide and round. Sometimes it really reminds people of the Monkey King's critical eyes in The Journey to the West.

People say, "The eyes are the windows to the soul." His big head is full of rich knowledge, which is enviable.

He also has a clever little mouth, red, and sings a beautiful song! Do you know him? Want to know who he is? He is Wang Yuxi from our class. My cousin is five years old this year. Although she is only five years old, sometimes I can't even tell, so I have to give her three points.

Cousin is very cute, with two dimples on her chubby face. Sometimes when we smile at her, she will say, "I know what you are laughing at. You are laughing at my dimples. "

With that, he poked her dimples with chubby fingers, looking very proud. My cousin's favorite place is her eyes. Her black eyes are very big, almost occupying the whole eyeball, and it seems that there is no end in sight.

When she asks you for something, she looks at you with pleading eyes, and your heart suddenly softens. She will give you whatever she wants. My mother works as a teacher in a health school.

She has big bright eyes under her bushy eyebrows and a nagging mouth under her straight nose, but she has a caring heart in her chest. Teacher Sun is the math teacher in our class.

She is of medium height and looks like 35 years old. An amiable face, always so kind.

The eyes seen from those black-rimmed glasses are always so bright and kind. Her language is always so profound, so wonderful and makes people laugh.

The female teacher's surname is Song. Because she is young, she is only 20 years old at most. So we all call her Miss Song, and some female students kindly call her Big Sister. Teacher Xiao Song is tall and dressed simply.

There are two arch eyebrows on the face of melon seeds, a pair of bright and sharp eyes embedded under the arch eyebrows, and a glib mouth. Teacher Xiao Song tied two long ponytails and dragged them to his shoulders.

Feng Cheng is a classmate in our class. He is not tall and his eyes are big and bright. In particular, he has two big ears and two thick lips, just like a big clock.

To this end, the students gave him a nickname-"Big Clock". Coincidentally, since the second grade, Feng Cheng has kept the classroom open and locked in the class every day, just like ringing a bell. This nickname is called "Open".

Zhang Shan, my deskmate, is very delicate and watery, but she ended up with the nickname "Zhang Luneng". Li became a member of the Health Committee of the "Second Bar" because she was nosy.

Although she is small and short, her voice is very high. No matter who did something wrong, she will get to the bottom of it and make you apologize.

Therefore, I secretly changed her name to "Mera". The classroom stopped talking as soon as the invigilator came in.

He has a high nose, bright eyes embedded under long black eyebrows and a thick beard under his nose, which makes people know that he is a strict invigilator. He glanced at the classroom and then began to speak: "Students, today is the time for you to report your primary school results to your motherland. Do the problem carefully, and don't be careless at all. After receiving the test paper, you should see the questions clearly, don't glance left and right, whisper, answer questions carefully, and strive for good results. "

My father is a humorous person. My father is short, thin and thin, with white skin and black hair. Anyone who sees him will think that he has permed his hair in the barber shop.

His colleagues say that he is a fallen Christian, and I think so. Artist, a famous binding artist in five provinces of Central and South China. His solo exhibition was well received by many celebrities.

He is also a funny man, especially fond of joking. I wonder if they are all artists.

During the holiday, I played in an open space of my grandmother's house. Suddenly, a girl rushed in recklessly. I looked at her carefully: her skin was dark, and I knew at a glance that she often worked in the fields; Eyes are big but narrow; Hair is messy, as if it has not been sorted for a long time; Wearing a red flowered skirt, the clothes are dirty; There are also some holes in my shoes. I thought to myself: this man is so rustic. When he was still wearing flowery clothes, he must have never seen any big scenes. He is a real countryman. He came over and stared at me and said, "Hello, my name is Xiaohua, and I want to be your friend, okay?" After listening to her name, I think she is rather rustic. But somehow, I still want to make friends with her. He nodded in agreement. She became my holiday friend.

Xiaohua is a lively and naive girl. There are always many new things in his mind that I don't know. She told me that I was her first friend because other children thought she was poor and ignored her. Perhaps because of this incident, I deepened my friendship with Xiaohua and we became inseparable friends.

One day, Xiaohua and I went out to play and were ready to go home. I feel very thirsty. Xiaohua pointed to a fruit tree three or four meters high and said, "Let's pick the fruit and eat it." I listened and found a bamboo pole, ready to knock the fruit down. Xiaohua stopped me: "If this falls, it will smash the fruit." I put down the bamboo pole, simply put my hands around the tree, put my feet on it, and climbed with both hands and feet, but I couldn't climb any more after climbing a foot, and I was so anxious that I was sweating. Inadvertently, I didn't hold my hand tightly, so I fell heavily on the ground and made me cry. Xiaohua looked at me in a mess and laughed while clutching her stomach. I saw Xiaohua holding the trunk, stepping on the stump, leaning forward and kicking hard, and repeating these actions all the time. All of a sudden, she climbed the tree easily with three or two strokes. I blushed at her lithe movements. She sat on the trunk and picked many fruits for me to eat. We ate and went home.

The holiday is over. I should go back. I should say goodbye to Xiaohua. When I left, Xiao Hua Ou made me feel sorry for a leaf. We never met again, but I still remember her innocence and liveliness.

7. Fifty-word composition describing action Today, Teacher Zhang organized us to play action games.

The rule is that the students in each team should pass on the teacher's actions in order. In the end, which group of students learned best will win. The game has started. Teacher Zhang shook himself and pretended to be cold. Then she puts on a coat. The second classmate probably used to wipe his nose, so he used it. In Chen, Chen Ye, like her, didn't learn teacher Zhang's movements well, just wiped her nose and put her hands to both sides. At the last class reunion, she played a joke. She behaves like a flying bird. Their behavior made the students laugh.

Today's game is really interesting.

8. Chinese composition action description of 400-word paragraphs requires beautiful language. When my mother saw litchi, her face immediately sank: "What about your rich family?" Such an expensive thing, you ... "I interrupted my mother:" Such an expensive thing is meaningless for us to taste! "Mom snorted (ch9) and smiled, stroking litchi (m4i) with a hand with abrupt tendons, then cutting the litchi skin with the fingernail of the little finger, carefully peeling it (b 1o) to prevent the skin from falling off, and holding litchi in the palm of her hand, as if holding a chicken that had just pecked the eggshell and watching it lovingly, reluctant to swallow it. She kept telling me. After all, it is the first time to eat, after all, delicious! A mother is as happy as a child.

From: Litchi.

My father is a northerner to the core. He has a tall and burly figure of a northern man, a clear outline and a unique tough spirit. In my heart, father is like a pine tree. Whether the sun is like fire or it is raining and snowing, he is so tall and unyielding. His broad shoulders and strong hands will always be my most reliable and strong backing.

Father is a real man! I once secretly wrote in my diary. According to my mother, my father seldom cries. At that time, my teenage father went to the remote rural area of Inner Mongolia alone. It was a long yellow sand, and he had no friends. No matter how difficult it is, my father never shed tears. My father had an accident and was badly injured in more than a dozen places. The pain is unbearable, and he can't sleep at night. Father never said a word "pain" and never let out a cry, but he stood up silently and firmly. As long as I can remember, my father has only cried three times.

The first time was when I was a child. I got "appendicitis" and went to the hospital because of exercise after meals. It was the Spring Festival, and the doctors were not there, so the operation could not be done in time. I rolled in bed in pain, and my father contacted doctors everywhere and finally sent me to the operating room. With a burst of pain, I woke up slowly and saw my father's bloodshot eyes and slightly wrinkled skin on both sides of his nose. I know my father is crying. When I was young, I couldn't help shivering. I never thought that my strong father would cry, and it was for me. My nose was sour and tears filled my eyes. While my father gently wiped away my tears, I deeply understood that no matter how strong my father's heart is, I will always be the softest part and his achilles heel.

The second time was four years ago, when my grandmother was critically ill and my father stayed at the bedside all night. The next day, when the doctor covered my grandmother's face with brand-new white sheets, I saw my father's tears for the first time in my life. Tears rolled down instantly and covered my face with wrinkles and freckles. Mother and son love each other deeply, and blood is thicker than water. I felt the pain in my father's heart.

Another time, it was for my mother. It was a very accidental conversation, and I showed my dissatisfaction with my mother's harsh words. While my father comforted me, he also listed my mother's goodness. I didn't know that my words touched my father's heart. He said, your mother's life is not easy! Tears-I really saw them-swirled in my eyes. He added softly, "We must be kind to her." I will never forget this sentence in my life. My inarticulate father expressed his feelings in the most plain language, which is clearly a caring love.

Father's tears are not easy to move, and no hardship or storm can destroy his strong will. Only affection and love can make me feel my father's delicacy and gentleness. Father's three tears are for the three most important people in his life-mother, wife and daughter.

9. I can't write a composition describing the late autumn scenery. I feel sorry for the rustling of fallen trees, and I feel a little blue in my chest.

So, I took advantage of a sunny day to relive the charming river in my childhood. A few old willows are graceful, and the wind blows branches like the beard of an old man.

The river frowned slightly and crushed a golden light. The sparkling reflected the sparse beautiful image of weeping willows.

If it is summer, the river is like a kind old man, putting us in the river and touching us gently. At night, it fell asleep, making everything warm and quiet, and the sound of oars pulled me back from my good memories.

In front of the river in late autumn, it is as deep and solemn as a thin old man in the rustling autumn wind. Yellow leaves fall into the water and float with the waves.

The river gently kissed the gentle and affectionate sandy shore, as if to wipe the wound for it. The weeping willows on both sides of the strait are not luxuriant, with few branches and leaves. ...........................................................................................................................................................

But I clearly saw the strong bones, unyielding personality and lofty dignity of the river. The national day is coming, and the street is full of excitement.

People came to the downtown square in groups of three and five, beaming. On the night of fireworks and candles and the night of Lantern Festival, they danced and sang to their heart's content. Children carry lanterns and shuttle between gorgeous buildings. They have flowers on their petite faces, some are playing with eagles and chickens, some are playing with handkerchiefs, and some are playing hide-and-seek ... what an exciting and unforgettable moment! There is a scene in "To Be Alive" that describes the endless stream of people from one end of the street to the other. The noise of the crowd made the square, which had no space, more crowded.

On the stage, a red banner with the words "Down with the landlord class" flashed golden light, which attracted the attention of people in the place. Suddenly, three or five young people dressed as soldiers rushed into the square, and one person's eyes were full of despair and anger. The noise of the crowd stopped at the brake time and was replaced by a chorus of shouts: "Down with the landlord class! Down with the landlord class! " There are always heads raised in the crowd, and that kind of eyes seems to be waiting for the drama of elephants stepping on ants.

A little girl in a red plaid shirt clamored for the coming "ceremony" on the stage, but no one paid attention to her. She had to climb the nearby statue with trembling movements, expecting the "ceremony". The second scene description of "Living" is that the dark walkway is spacious, and four or five people can pass side by side, with a height of 2.5 meters, but the entrance of the walkway is forbidden from sunlight.

On the flat ground, there is a shadow of the bound sun, like a painter making a dark contrast. Across the aisle is a narrow street.

The crowd is like a stream, and the continuous stream of people is thin and long, taking firm steps in unison. It looks like a raging river.

People shook their fists with indignation and shouted slogans, like the roar of the river and the waves turning up on the river. In the meantime, a person suddenly jumped out, walked out of the sunshine bath, walked into the dark aisle, looked back step by step, and walked with his back to the wall for a while, but the outsiders never turned their heads and mechanically walked batch after batch.

10. Composition describing the details of human actions 1. Description: Childhood, childhood infatuation with watermelon. Now that I'm grown up, sometimes I really miss that chilling feeling.

Street stalls or melon shadows on the screen come into view, and the moment when I ate melons in my childhood reappears in front of my eyes: in summer, the brilliance of the rest of the day sinks into a corner of the sky, and the summer heat gradually disappears. Under the blowing of the evening breeze, people's spirit is particularly comfortable.

At this time, the fragrance of watermelon filled the streets, sometimes thick and sometimes light, as if nothing had happened. I (about five or six years old) put my arms around my knees and squatted on a small bench like a cat catching a mouse. My small black eyes glanced at the watermelon spinning up and down in the water.

Across the water, the sweat on my face has already dried up, and "Qianchuan" hangs like a waterfall. Mosquitoes "swim around" in their ears and don't care.

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

2. The fragrant mud flies yellow, the northwest wind whistles, and the residual snow rolls on the road. Although it is early spring, the weather is still very cold.

She, leaning against a poplar tree at the school gate, was as motionless as snow sculpture. The sudden ringing of the bell.

Her dim eyes sparkled with longing. A group of children, singing, walked out of the school gate without her son; Another group of children talked and laughed and set foot on the road without their son ... The figure was sparse, scattered and gone.

The creaking iron gate locked the silent campus. She was dizzy and could hardly stand up. She stumbled over and held her hands tightly on the iron fence.

"For what?" An 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 candy wrapped tightly with body temperature from the pocket of a long-breasted cotton-padded jacket: "Uncle, please ... give it to the child."

"What's your name?" "Wang Xiaoliang." "What grade and class?" "Today, just after my eighth birthday."

"I asked what grade and class." The old man is getting 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 hobbled away.

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

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

"Eat!" He shouted and jumped happily, even throwing off the prostitute with his mouth open. The students shared the joy with him in the laughter of hip-hop. Only the teacher quietly turned around ... After school, Xiao Liang was still immersed in joy and skipped home.

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

He looked blankly, not knowing what to do. He patted his pocket hard, but it was bulging at first sight.

He lowered his head, sucked his fingers, thought for a long time, and looked around. He quickly buried the sugar in the snowdrift by the side of the road and specially inserted a small stick. Xiao Liang slept soundly and sweetly that night.

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. Next day, Xiao got up early.

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

I don't want to. Overnight, the ground temperature rose, the ice and snow melted, syrup and snow water mixed together and penetrated into the earth. On the wet ground, there are some crumpled candy paper and small sticks as marks.

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

After a while, I couldn't help reaching out my chapped little finger, picking up some dirt and putting 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, portrait detail description.

For example, in Daddy's Caregiver, 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 detailed description of the typical language of characters. For example, in "Deer Fetus Hitting Kansai Town", after Lu Da killed Kansai Town, he faked his death. This is a language detail, which shows Lu Da's bold and refined character, courage and wit.

(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 borrowing money to help Jin Lao's father and daughter in the boxing town of Lu Tiha, the verbs used vividly show the different personality characteristics of the three men.

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

(5) Detailed description of expression changes, that is, a detailed description of the process of expression changes of characters. 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 savoring.

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

(7) a detailed description of things, that is, a detailed description of the development and change process of things. For example, in.