Write a detailed description composition about knitting sweaters.

1. Sentence describing knitting action:

1. I saw her holding the needle in her right hand and pushing it forward and left, picking out all the lines from the left hand needle to the right hand needle. This action is indescribable. After a while, the needle in the left hand was empty, and my mother changed the empty needle to the right hand to continue knitting. I saw the thread ball gradually getting smaller, one was used up and another was changed.

The warm sunshine is shining on the earth, and my mother is knitting a sweater for me wholeheartedly. Skillful movements, thread dancing under the guidance of mother.

3. I saw my mother take out a long iron needle from the box, wrap it on the thread, double thread and knit it. Then, she knitted while adding thread, circling around and crossing left and right, and put away her sleeves when she was done.

Grandma is guarding a dim oil lamp and repeating the same action once and for all. She injected love into the dense stitches and sewed up the footprints of children's growth. This extremely simple action tired grandma's eyes, ashed grandma's sideburns and ruined grandma's spine. However, the dim light magnified grandma's needle-pulling posture infinitely and threw it on the wall, reaching the bottom of my heart.

2. The details of the composition are described in 400 words. I have always admired my mother since I was a child. Mother's goose egg face is embedded with a pair of big eyes. She had long shawl hair and was dyed yellow. She is very gentle and smiles at everyone. She is not tall, but slim and a beauty.

My mother is hardworking and caring. Once, my aunt's baby was about to be born, and my mother was afraid of being small. My aunt didn't have enough baby sweaters, so she knitted a sweater overnight. Late at night, under the dim light, I saw my mother still flying a needle to thread under the light. I don't know when to fly the needle and when to thread it. All I know is that the wool balls are getting thinner and thinner and the sweaters are getting bigger and bigger. "Mom, there are so many sweaters in the children's wear store, can't you pick one?" I said. Mother said, "How can a sweater knitted by machine be knitted well by hand?" "Oh, it's really a hard mother."

Mom loves me very much, and I am the little baby in her eyes. I bought a bunch of candied haws one day and didn't want to eat them. I want to leave, for my hard-working mother. As soon as I got home, I stuffed Sugar-Coated Berry into my mother's hand: "Mom, eat quickly, Sugar-Coated Berry is melting." Mom is still an old saying: "Baby, I won't eat, you eat." I lied to my mother and said, "I just ate." Mom said, "Open your mouth and show me. You lied to me. You didn't eat Sugar-Coated Berry. " My mother saw through my lies, and this sugar-coated gourd became my dish again.

My mother is cheerful, self-respecting and good at running a family. She loves me very much, but she doesn't spoil me. She often encourages me to study hard and be a promising person. I love my mother!

3. A composition of 200 words about detail description. My family has a little white dog. It is covered with snow-white fur and feels soft, like wearing a clean white sweater. A pair of big eyes turn straight, like two black gems; There are small ears on the top of the head, and the nose is flat and often wet. Grandma said that this is a sign of dog health; The pointed tail is very flexible and often swings from side to side, but if you hurt the little white dog, it will bark with its tail between its legs, which is a bit like "running away with its tail between its legs" in the book. I like watching little white dogs eat best. One day, I took a piece of meat. The little white dog saw it and ran around me. I spit out the meat, and the little white dog jumped up and bit with his mouth open. Then it presses the meat with its front foot and tears it bit by bit with its teeth. It was really delicious, and it soon fell down. After eating, it licked its mouth with its tongue, as if remembering the delicious meal just now. You can also contribute.

Little white dog is fun to sleep. When the weather is warm, the little white dog likes to sleep on the ground, with his front legs extended forward and his hind legs extended backward, or lying comfortably with his feet pointing in the same direction. When winter comes, the little white dog is afraid of the cold. He buried his head tightly between his legs and curled up to sleep. If the little white dog is happy, he will sleep on all fours and his stomach will swell with breathing. The little white dog woke up and stretched himself. He stretched out his front feet for a long time, took a deep breath and arched himself. It's very cute.

My mother sometimes sits in the living room knitting a sweater. When she was not careful, the wool ball rolled to the ground. When the little white dog's ears move, it rushes over like lightning, and its flexible big eyes keep looking for it. Then, when he jumped, he held the ball tightly and played happily. It jumps around, rolls the ball to the left, rolls it to the right, and slaps it with its front paws, just like a child playing with a ball. How interesting!