The composition of the old monk's appearance description

1. How to write a composition from the perspective of an old monk who was surrounded by a group of devout disciples.

On this day, he told his disciples to go to Nanshan to get a load of firewood. The disciples hurried to the river on the hillside, and everyone was dumbfounded.

I saw the flood rushing down from the mountain, and I couldn't cross the river to collect firewood in any case. Without success, the disciples were a little depressed.

There is only one young monk and master who are calm and stand opposite each other. When the master asked him why, the young monk took an apple out of his arms and handed it to the master, saying that he could not cross the river to collect firewood. When he saw an apple tree by the river, I picked the only apple on it.

Later, the young monk became a descendant of the master.

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2. How to write a composition based on the story of the young monk and the old monk?

"Once upon a time, there was a mountain. There is a temple in the mountains. There is an old monk in the temple. What is the old monk doing? The old monk is telling an old story that there used to be a mountain ... "Are these words familiar to you? By the way, the story I read is related to these words. My favorite book is the story of the old monk and the young monk, which is borrowed from the children's library of the city. It is a light and humorous children's novel. The book is very distinctive, telling the story of a group of old monks and young monks practicing in the temple. The old monk is kind and a little harsh, while the young monk is still childlike and clever. Many interesting things happened to them. The young monk never admits the bad luck in life. One day, the old monk and the young monk went to the county to buy things. In a shopping mall, the old monk bought a popsicle for the young monk, who was very happy. But just after one bite, he became depressed. He said to the old monk, "Master, this popsicle is bitter." The old monk tasted it and it was really bitter. The old monk came to the freezer and said, "Sir, this popsicle is bitter. Change it. " And the man said, "the food can't be returned." When I was talking, I quarreled and attracted many people. The old monk said in a good temper, "forget it, or admit it." Go! " "The young monk said firmly," Don't admit that you are unlucky, call your manager. " The man panicked and said, "No, don't call the manager. I will leave my post as soon as the manager comes. " Then he quickly changed a popsicle, and the young monk ate happily as he walked. Look, isn't the little monk great? In life, we should also learn from the young monk's spirit of denying bad luck, the old monk's spirit of tolerance and their spirit of hard work.

A composition describing the appearance of the old man Near our home, 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 sign that says "bicycle repair" in front of him. One day, my bike broke down, the tire was punctured by a nail, and the body was scratched everywhere. At that time, I immediately thought of the old man who set up a stall on the roadside, so I pushed the car to the old man. I told him my request out of breath. The old man smiled at me and said, "Don't worry, take your time." Then, the old man quickly checked the car and said humorously. Use an unknown tool to polish the puncture, then apply glue to make it up. After putting the original leaking place into the water to ensure that it would not leak again, the old man installed the tire and inflated it. Then he patiently smoothed the "injured" part of the car body with a piece of sandpaper until it was difficult to find scratches. Finally, he took out some spray tubes from the back and colored the scratched places. I stood there watching. The old man said. I was very happy when he gave me this brand-new bike. It can run behind my back again, and the price is only 5 yuan! When I picked up my bike, I thanked the old man and felt a sense of respect.

4. Write a short article about "My Grandpa" (600 words, appearance, movements, psychological language). Description I lost my hair when I was 6 years old, and there was not even a hair on my head. The children laughed at me and called me "the bald monk". At this time, I covered my ears with my hands, and my head seemed to explode.

I didn't get sick until I was 8 years old. When I look in the mirror, my hair grows out. Then it was dark and bright, no worse than anyone else. No one calls me "the bald monk" anymore. Grandma sat beside me combing her hair, frowning and always muttering to herself.

Her hair is surprisingly much, covering her shoulders, chest and knees, hanging to the ground, black and blue. She picked up her hair from the ground with one hand, carried it, and had a hard time putting the sparse comb teeth into her thick locks.