Describe the details of the characters' movements. Describe this composition in 600 words.

1. Ask for an essay about the detailed description of the characters' actions. When I was a child, I was crazy about watermelon. Now that I'm grown up, sometimes I really miss that chilling feeling. Street stalls or melon shadows on the screen came into view, and the moment when I ate melons in my childhood came back to my mind:

In summer, the glory of the remaining days sinks into the horizon, 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: holding the iced watermelon in your hand, it seems that there is a cold current floating back and forth all over your body.

This should be what you want, thank you!

The 2.500-word composition describes the details of the characters' movements, my cousin.

I have a naive, lovely, intelligent and lively cousin. He has a pair of big eyes, and when he thinks, his black eyes turn straight in his eyes. 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 her cousin 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, stroked it gently, and sang beautiful Xiaohua Mall songs in his mouth. Then Xiaohua Mall pawed at his cousin's pants. Grandpa saw it, picked up Xiaohua Mall and threw it away. My cousin burst into tears when he saw it. He said, "Grandpa is bad, but Xiaohua Mall is not sensible. If you want to educate him, how can you throw him away If I am not sensible, will you abandon me? You see how pathetic! " Everyone laughed. 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 overturned his bike and pinned his finger. He quickly broke his finger and burst into tears. At this moment, grandma heard 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 through his fingers to see if grandma paid attention to him. He found that grandma ignored him and went to her to laugh.

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

3. Ask to write a 600-word character description composition with more details, and add 20 points to familiar faces to satisfy yourself.

Sunset, emitting attractive light, like a lovely woman, absolutely beautiful.

At that intersection, a familiar figure, stalwart and tall, is my mother. My mother is as strong and brave as anyone else's father. (Note: Mom's height 1 m 74).

Only when I reached the intersection did I find my mother standing there waiting for me. I don't know how long my mother has waited. There is no impatience on her face, but more satisfaction in waiting for her children to come home.

At that moment, I thought of the past. My mother was always waiting for me at the entrance to the village. I have never seen her brow impatient for a short time. I also thought that my mother would still stand at the intersection like a sculpture in the future, expecting me to come back from afar.

I don't know if it's joy or impulse. I ran over and took my mother's hand and ran home. Unexpectedly, suddenly, my mother "earned" from me like a smooth fish, and then, slowly, fell to the ground. Now that I think about it, I find it hard to describe. Maybe I'm slow, but I can't hold my mother right away, so I just stood there stupidly. ...

My mother, like a poor angel, suddenly broke her wings and fell to earth. After she got up, she gave me an old smile, which made me very helpless. "Alas, I am old and useless." This sentence is as heavy as a stone in my heart. My mother's hand is bleeding, although it is only a scratch, but my mother's injury has become a pain in my heart. She dusted off her trouser legs, smiled and took me home. The moment I looked up at my mother, I saw her forehead. Trivial wrinkles hang loosely upward like criss-crossing ravines. It is dazzling white hair, like silver silk, swaying with the rhythm of the wind. For an instant, my heart was twisted tightly, tightly and suffocating. ...

It turns out that mom is really old.

Always regard mom as the sun, because mom's love shines like the sun; Always treat mom as a mountain, because mom's love is as lofty as a mountain; I have always regarded my mother as the sea, because her love has the same mind as the sea, but now, my mother is really old.

Through my mother's eyes, I once again saw the afterglow of the sunset, as if it had happened in a previous life, turned upside down and restless.

Source: e-degree composition network original article author: Xiang Jiao

4. Composition 1 describing the details of human movements. Childhood: When I was a child, I was infatuated 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.

5. Detailed description of the action of the characters I immediately reached out and broke a wing bone of the butterfly, then threw the wind wheel to the ground and trampled it flat.

In terms of age and strength, he can't compare with me. Of course, I won a complete victory, so I proudly walked out, leaving him standing in the hut in despair. -Lu Xun He is already in the living room, and his clothes are all wrinkled. I suddenly yelled at him: Why don't you take off your clothes and sleep? ! After a loud roar, I stupidly realized why I forgot to help him take it off before going to bed. I turned around in shame and brought him a comb to comb his hair. He obediently sat down and asked me to help him sort out his short black hair. I dipped the towel in the water, rubbed his face awkwardly and stiffly, and shaved off his new beard.

-he climbed it with both hands, and then took back his feet upward; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears.

I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms.

When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, and then picked them up and walked away. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him.

He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed.

-There are many people flying kites in the square, standing, sitting and running. I saw that they all looked up with their mouths open, with a spool in one hand and a long line in the other, and their eyes were tightly fixed on their kites.

6. Composition details of character movements When I was in Grade X, I joined a calligraphy interest group. Under the guidance of my tutor, I picked up a brush dipped in black juice for the first time. According to the instructor's instructions: the index finger and middle finger are stuck outside the pen container, and the ring finger and little finger are stuck inside the pen container. I write carefully one by one. A point, a horizontal, a vertical, a si. But it's outrageous. It was clearly painted by a three-year-old child. A little, it is a thick ink group; A horizontal, winding like a small snake; A vertical one, but as thick as an elephant's legs and feet in art; A slap is even more outrageous, like a bald broom that has long been scrapped. I looked at my masterpiece and smiled. These strokes are uneven and asymmetrical, not to mention the shelf structure. But the tutor said, "well written!" It seems that you have a bright future. If you practice hard, you will succeed in the future. "

Every day when I am free, my father asks me to teach him to turn the hula hoop. I showed him the circle again and again, swinging back and forth, twisting and saying, "Well, just like dancing, you have to twist your waist and swing your hips evenly." Try to make the frequency of body rotation consistent with the frequency of circle rotation, so that the circle will not fall off. "

Dad twisted like me, but it was ugly, so it was illegal. The more I look at it, the more I feel something is wrong. As soon as I was in a hurry, I decided to teach in a stupid way. I put my arm around his waist and shook it like a millstone. Shaking, shaking, I can't help twisting. One is fat, one is thin, one is tall and the other is short. We are so tired that we seem to have been fished out of the water. We are all wet and sweaty.

Don't tell me, this method is really effective, and dad can even walk around in circles. I stand on the side of "discipline": "find the feeling quickly, and you will learn when you find the feeling." I saw my father squinting and grinning as he conveyed it, as if he were really looking for feelings. ...

Choose one. . ..

7. Kneel for an essay describing the characteristics of the characters ~500 words Every morning at seven o'clock, familiar footsteps and loud door calls will always ring in the corridor. "Here comes the milk! Every time I hear this voice, I know it's the milkman, and I climb into bed to open the door. The milkman is an ordinary uncle in his fifties. His skin is so dark that I can tell at a glance that it is the result of years of sun exposure. Under his gray hair, there are a pair of small and intense eyes, but they are deeply left in my mind. Because his milk is thick and fragrant, many households on the floor have ordered milk. One of them is on the sixth floor, and the subscriber on the sixth floor is our home, which is 12 floor. It's exhausting to go up and down without taking anything, not to mention the round bottle. Everything was dressed in silver fashion, and the long and lonely winter came early. But whether it's windy or snowy, my uncle always comes to deliver milk. In the morning, it is still as cold as usual. The doorbell rang again. I want to sleep under the quilt, but I have to open the door. I slowly opened the door among the gangsters. When I opened it, I saw standing at the door as usual, smiling and wearing a black coat. It seems to catch mosquitoes, but it also looks very energetic. I took the flowing bottle to my hand, but it fell heavily on the ground. I said to myself in disappointment, "Hey, today's milk flow is ruined! ""Uncle went over and said, "It doesn't matter. There is no charge for filling another bottle today. "I took the milk and thanked him. It's another morning when the cold wind is howling. He handed me the milk carefully. When I took the bottle, I found that his hands had been blown away by the ruthless cold wind, and his skin was wrinkled and wrinkled like the skin of an old pine tree. As he spoke, he pointed to the bottle: "Look, there is a layer of ice beads outside this bottle. If I wear gloves, the bottle will easily slip, and I am used to it. " When he left, I gently put my parents' black gloves in his box. Another morning, "Here comes the milk!" When I called the door, I saw those hands with black gloves and the other person was smiling. Of course, I am also smiling happily in my heart.

It is not easy to write a 600-word composition describing the people at the bottom. Dirty details are better. In exchange for Wan Jiajie, there are many people I admire. The people's liberation army, doctors, ... but what I admire most is the cleaner who cleans in obscurity every day. Every morning, when people are still asleep, the hard-working cleaners have already started their day's work. Some of them get up before five o'clock and pick up their brooms. Let's get to work They always clean the streets regardless of wind, rain, cold and heat, and never complain. When we live in a beautiful environment, have you ever wondered who created today's environment for us and who made us walk on a clean road every day? The cleaners are selfless to us. They don't ask for high returns, but let people live in a clean environment every day. If someone asks me, "Is it hot?" I replied without hesitation: "hot, very hot!" " "Many students will buy some popsicles after school to reduce fever and quench their thirst. When I got home, most of them turned on the air conditioner alone and slept comfortably. The only cleaner has wet their clothes with sweat, and his face is red with the scorching sun. Once, I went to school on duty, and the scorching sun scorched the earth, so I couldn't open my eyes. I saw an aunt cleaner cleaning the school. She picked up a broom. She was on duty. Dust got into her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and continued to sweep. Beads of sweat ran down her cheeks. Sweat soaked her clothes and she didn't care. I was moved by this spirit and stayed late. After sweeping, her body was covered with dust, and she walked back slowly. Another time, my partner and I went downstairs to play and were having fun. Suddenly I saw an aunt in a cleaner's uniform sweeping garbage on the road. I saw him with a broom in one hand and a dustbin in the other. While sweeping, I watched two cars coming from time to time. I asked in my heart: Why did Aunt clean so dangerously? I asked my aunt with this question. Aunt said, "People nowadays are too unsanitary. When driving, they throw rubbish everywhere. If they don't sweep it away, other cars will run over it. " At this moment, a car quickly threw a jar out of the window. Immediately, the car in the other lane suddenly "stabbed", and the cans were squashed, aunt cleaner. I think: people nowadays don't know what happiness is. Aunt cleaner works hard to clean, but many people litter, which makes aunt cleaner risk her life to clean. Later, I understood that cleaners are dedicated to our environment, and they are unknown. They didn't ask for anything in return, but they got a beautiful living environment for everyone. They would rather be dirty for Wanjiajie. Although he is extraordinary, he has that spirit. An unforgettable little thing is a cold winter. Every time I see the snow and snowflakes flying all over the sky outside the door, I will think of a little thing that happened on my way to school two years ago, and I will never forget it in my life. It was a dead of winter evening, and the north wind was rustling. Snow covered the whole road to my hometown, and snowflakes kept hitting the ground. I narrowed my eyes and faced the cold. Staring at my rickety bike in despair, I hurried to my hometown. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the wind is getting stronger. At the end of the big slope, I rushed up the slope with all my strength. Just as I was approaching the top of the slope, there was a sudden "click" and the bicycle chain got stuck on the rear axle. Then I fell down the slope heavily and my head was buzzing. Holding back the pain all over, I limped to help the hateful old car. I pulled the stuck chain for more than a dozen times with my bruised hand, but it didn't come out. At this time, it was getting dark. I looked around and found myself in an unknown place. Just when I wanted to cry, two stumbling figures caught my eye. "Young man, what's the matter? "I looked up and looked inside. It was an old man in his sixties, wearing a felt hat. Behind him stood an elderly mother. "The car chain is stuck. "I sighed with tears." Don't worry, I'll go and have a look. "Then the old man squatted in front of the car. Soon, the bike was tamed by the old man "Come on, young man, give it a try. "The old man panted." Come on, young man, it's getting dark. It's important to hurry! ""all right, "I said. I was just getting on the bus. Then the old lady came up to me, and I quickly set up the car to pay, didn't I? It costs money to repair cars. I saw that the old lady took off her gloves and handed them to me and said, "Put them on, son, and don't freeze your hands. "Suddenly, my face is very hot." No, old lady ... "At this moment, I found it. Thank you, uncle and aunt! How can I thank you? " "Stop it, young man! Hurry up! The family is waiting for you! " I don't know when my eyes filled with tears. I got on the bus and ran away. From time to time, the old lady shouted warmly: "Young man, it's slippery in the dark, wait a minute …" I don't know when, tears filled my eyes again. From time to time, I turned around and cast a grateful look at the two old people. Afterwards, I stopped many times on the slope where I had an accident, but I never met them again. There is an old man who repairs bicycles. He set up a tent by the roadside and lived there. All his possessions are bicycle repair tools and a few worn-out clothes. He is thin and his clothes are a little yellow. This ordinary fork seems to have left a deep impression on me. Every time I go to school, I see him sitting on the side of the road, with a "bicycle repair" sign hanging in front of him, waiting for someone who needs to repair the car. One day,