I am looking for a composition of about 400 words that can describe people, scenes, or objects. You should also provide comments after the composition, that is, what are the advantages of this composi

I am looking for a composition of about 400 words that can describe people, scenes, or objects. You should also provide comments after the composition, that is, what are the advantages of this composition?

Being a Thief

Yang Anlan, Class 5 (1), Chengbei Primary School, Xixiang County, Shaanxi Province

"Being a thief has a guilty conscience and a thief's eyebrows..." Whenever I see When using these words to describe thieves, I can't help but think of my childhood experience of being a "thief". Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad person!

The experience of stealing persimmons when I was four years old is still vivid in my mind. I especially love to eat persimmons. The sweet and soft persimmons make me want to eat them even after eating one. But grandma only let me eat one at a time, saying that I would not be able to digest it if I ate too much. I thought to myself: "Huh! It's just a persimmon! It's so stingy!"

One day, grandma bought a big bag of persimmons. , yo! This pack of persimmons was very different from the previous ones. Most of the surface was still green. When I touched it, it was hard. I thought to myself: "This must be an 'excellent variety'. I must eat more of it." I pounced on it. , grabbed one and was about to eat it, but grandma took the persimmon back and said with a smile: "You can't eat it, it will give you a stomachache!" I thought again, "Humph! Look at your smiling face, you must be lying. , You just can’t bear to give it to me! Look at me.”

I saw grandma walking up to the second floor, setting up a bamboo pole between the balcony and the window sill, hanging the persimmons on it, and then went down. I went to take a nap upstairs.

I watched my grandma enter the bedroom. After making sure she was asleep, I began to climb upstairs quietly. Every time I climbed two or three steps, I would look back to confirm whether grandma would come out. At this time, I finally understood what it was like to be a thief: guilty conscience.

I finally climbed up to the second floor. I was panting and sweating profusely, but I didn’t waste a minute. I quickly moved a chair from the room, stood up, and aimed at the biggest one. Persimmon, I took a bite.

"Bah!" I frowned and spit out the persimmon, it was so astringent! It was so astringent that I couldn't stick out my tongue or open my mouth. I hurriedly sneaked into the kitchen, poured a large glass of water and drank it before I recovered. Because I was afraid of making any noise, I hurriedly slipped downstairs. I took a nap pretending as if nothing had happened.

A week later, the green and hard persimmons turned yellow and soft. Grandma took the persimmons away, pointed to the biggest one and said, "Hey, who has bitten this persimmon? There won’t be any mice, right?” He handed the other one to me.

"I won't eat, I will die of misery!" I covered my mouth and shouted, and grandma laughed and said, "So this mouse is you!"

Instructor: Chen Juan

This article describes psychological activities very clearly and with distinct levels