Writing essay about a girl

1. Write an essay about girls

Teacher Sun is the math teacher of our class. She is of medium height and looks 35 years old. An amiable face, always so kind. The eyes from those black-rimmed glasses are always so bright and kind. Her language is always so profound, so wonderful and makes people laugh.

This female teacher’s surname is Song. Because she is young, no more than 20 years old, so we all call her Teacher Xiao Song, and some female classmates affectionately call her Big Sister. Teacher Xiao Song is tall and dressed simply. There are two willow eyebrows on Guazi's face, with a pair of bright and sharp eyes embedded under the willow eyebrows, and a small mouth that can speak well. Teacher Xiao Song wore two long ponytails that reached her shoulders.

Feng Cheng is a classmate in our class. He is not tall, and his eyes are big and bright, especially his two big ears and two thick lips, which look like a large bell. For this reason, his classmates gave him the nickname "Big Bell". It's a coincidence that from the second grade to the present, Feng Cheng opens and locks the classroom doors every day, like a bell, and this nickname has spread.

My deskmate Zhang Shan is quite delicate and graceful, but she is nicknamed "Zhang Luneng" as a young boy.

Li Lamei became the health committee member of the "two lines" because of her nosy nature. Although she is a short official, she has a high voice. No matter who did something wrong, she will get to the bottom of it and make you admit your mistake. Therefore, I secretly changed her name to "Spicy Plum".

As soon as the invigilator came in, the talking in the classroom immediately stopped. His high nose bridge, black and long eyebrows, a pair of piercing eyes, and a thick beard growing under his nose make people know at a glance that he is a stern invigilator. He glanced around the classroom before he began to speak: "Students, today is the time when you report your primary school academic performance to the motherland. You must do the questions carefully without being careless. After receiving the test paper, you must read the questions clearly. , don’t look around or whisper to each other, answer the questions carefully and try to get good grades.”

My dad is a humorous person. My father is short, lean, with fair skin, black hair, and a curly "*** wave" hairstyle. Anyone who sees him will think that he got a perm in a barber shop. His colleagues all say he is a shrunken Fei Xiang, and I think so too. He is an art professional and a well-known binding artist in the five provinces of Central and South China. His personal exhibitions have been well received by many celebrities. He is also a very funny person and loves to joke. I don’t know if all people who are engaged in art are very humorous. Anyway, I think my father is full of humorous cells. No matter how busy or tired he is at work, as soon as he enters the house, or to be exact, as soon as he sees me, he immediately beams and smiles, and I start dancing along with him.

"Expo" is one of my biggest hobbies. A twelve-year-old girl who is naughty and stubborn, with a rosy little face with a delicate nose, and a pouty little mouth, so cute - this is me. In a corner of a certain bookstore, you will meet a woman who is holding a book and looking at her with interest. Sometimes she is smiling, as if she heard the cheers of a winner; sometimes she is frowning, as if she is in deep trouble. Deep thinking. She is me, a frequent visitor to the bookstore. 2. Composition of a girl who writes stories

It turns out that there are sad endings one after another. I don’t know when it will start to be beautiful and happy...——The inscription will repeat this story after it happens, and it will become more and more repeated. There will be more and more tragedies.

We can no longer make people excited and sad, and we can no longer write sad endings. The girl picked up the pen and finally wrote a sentence: The happy ending will start from now on.

Is it a girl who is kind or a girl who wants to be happy? No, it is definitely not a girl who wants to be happy for herself, but a girl who wants everyone to be happy. So a smart, diligent and honest girl keeps writing stories to people, letting everyone know about the existence of elves, the call of angels, the greed of human nature, happiness in the world, etc.

The girl knew that her writing was delicate, but she never thought that every time she wrote a story, she would not only be appreciated by everyone, but also be infected by everyone, and she would always sink into the feeling that everything was silent and time stopped, only A loneliness wells up from the deepest part of my heart in the so-called "lonely world". The girl just wants everyone to understand the story and understand her own voice, instead of becoming sentimental.

So the girl has been looking for someone who can understand her voice, but there is no one, there will be no one. The girl is completely disappointed, but she has been waiting in disappointment... (1) "Are you there? Wake up, okay "Who?" Who is waking the girl? I rubbed my hazy eyes, thinking it was my parents, but to my surprise - two pairs of extremely white wings were behind me, and a beauty with long flowing hair was standing in front of me. To be honest, she was like an angel! Oh my God, did I see it wrong? Is it the girl next door? Still... the girl immediately opened her eyes wide, but the scene in front of her became clearer. It was still an angel standing in front of her. "Don't stay around, come on, follow me."

The angel's hand was so warm, and he took the girl and left. No, it flew away.

Although the girl was in a vague state, her mood suddenly brightened when she saw the charming scenery in front of her. Is it a dream? Why is the night view of the city so beautiful? The lights twinkled in front of my eyes, like stars twinkling, like glowing snakes circling; those high-rise buildings were like a lively palace inside, full of lights and joy.

The girl is constantly imagining, is this really a beautiful night scene? Ah, there is endless green space over there, it is no longer green but dark blue. Under the light of the moon, it is like being covered with a thin gauze dress. It is very unreal, but very beautiful. The river water was also sparkling.

The mountains over there, the trees over there... "Are they beautiful? This world is actually very beautiful." The angel spoke in the voice of heaven, and this sentence seemed to have other meanings.

Of course the smart girl understood, and she suddenly realized that the world was not so dark and unbearably noisy. At this time, the girl fell in love with this beautiful scenery, and most importantly, she was full of confidence in the world.

What is that? Why do those lights move? They are fireflies, they love to fly around freely on summer nights and add life to the night. What a girl thinks she can't do can never be done.

Just like no one can break the world, no one will know what the world needs, whether it is money, friendship or honor, no one can understand the girl's heart, but today, the girl saw it, it was a firefly This ordinary animal makes the night particularly charming. What ordinary fireflies can do, ordinary people can also do. The girl really thought about it a lot, completely unaware that the angel beside her had disappeared forever.

"Angel, thank you..." Huh? Why is the angel missing? What happened? Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming again? They say it’s impossible to have such a wonderful thing, it’s impossible! But look again, it's fireflies, and this beautiful night scene, it's still real, that angel, where is she? Angel, where are you? (2) "Nothing can change her mind, she is just so stubborn." "What? She is the queen, we must listen to her."

"Of course I will listen in the Elf Kingdom Hers, but this is the human world. "But what if the queen discovers it? We still have a mission. We have to find a girl who can see angels and destroy her."

"Why are you so stupid? We can play in the human world for a while longer!" Listening to their conversation, the girl knew what was going on. These are all stories written by a girl. She writes about the elf finding the girl who saw the angel and taking that girl to a world where there will never be sadness.

Is this true? Are there really elves? I had to see what they looked like clearly. Just when I was about to poke my head in to take a look, a voice came from behind me: "Have you seen us?" The girl was discovered by the elf. "No more words, let's take her to see the queen."

The elves look similar to humans, but are slightly shorter than humans, and they look more funny. Haha, these are written by girls. I didn't expect elves and humans. She wrote exactly the same. "This girl is very cute, let's take her to play!" Yes, there is an elf in the elf story written by the girl who loves to play. If you take it to play, maybe the girl will escape from danger.

"I'll take you to play." The girl said calmly.

An elf rolled his eyes and smiled sweetly, "I thought of a place that I have always wanted to go to - a world without sadness forever. I forgot that this was what I dreamed of Place, look at this girl’s eyes, she is confused, take her to play!” “Playing again?” Without further ado, they really went to that place where there is no sadness... (3) How does the story develop? , then it depends on how the reader imagines it. Is there really a place in the world that will never be sad? Maybe it is not in the world, but in space, in the air, in the universe... It is up to everyone's imagination. Maybe sad people will not be happy after all. Maybe optimistic people have imagined that the place where there is never sadness is so beautiful, maybe the girl has found her own world, the place where there is never sadness... The ending is not unexpected, the girl reminisces about living in a place where there is never sadness. , Everything is really beautiful, the people, things, and life are all happy and lively. There is no lonely world that is too silent, and there is no heart that is too irritable. Everything is happy.

This may be just imagination, but the girl did it and looked for the sunshine. She finally knew that although it was a dream, there were no elves and angels, but there was a night scene and fireflies. This real and illusory thing makes the girl feel that the beauty of the world needs to be discovered and enjoyed. She is no longer a girl who can only write sad stories.

While discovering and enjoying, the girl will also sip green tea and write a new story while picking up a pen, starting with; a happy story. 3. How to write an essay about a female classmate

Remembering a female classmate of mine

Close your eyes and you can see the little flower blooming shyly. ——Inscription

A beautiful but shy girl once fell in love with an outstanding and sunny boy.

We have never held hands, we have never chased each other barefoot on the beach, we have never sneaked behind a park bench to carve each other's names, we have never passed a note, we have never even spoken a few words. This was her first love. In the eyes of others, this may not be considered first love at all, but for her, that green and hazy feeling has become her lifelong collection.

She watched him walk into the classroom every day, pass her, and then sit in his seat. She never looked back, just listened to him chatting and laughing with the classmates next to him, and silently took note of it. She had etched him into her heart: a plaid shirt, sneakers, half-rimmed glasses and a smile showing eight teeth. She often gets lost in physics class, watching the teacher's hands making free fall, and her mind uncontrollably thinks of him like a free fall, dreaming that one day she will stand on the sidelines of the court and cheer him loudly for him to hear. , I dreamed of leaning on his shoulder one day and looking at the stars in the sky, dreaming that one day he would suddenly appear when I made a wish for my birthday. Thinking about those simple little happinesses, she couldn't help but smile secretly, and was punished for doing so. But even standing still made her feel a little sweet, because - although he was very attentive in class, she was standing second in front of him - he could definitely see her as long as he raised his head.

He is so outstanding, but she feels so ordinary about herself. She was used to being alone. No one knew who she was when she walked on the street, and she naturally couldn't attract his attention, except in physics class. She didn't want to communicate with others. No one would understand her thoughts. She just dreamed alone and sometimes took notes to write them down. She wrote in her diary: "There are many girls who like him, but he is not moved. Does he want to leave his heart-beating smile to me?! Girl, work hard!" She has always encouraged herself like this, and to him Dreams also add a lot of fun to ordinary life and bring motivation to learning. Except for physics, she is good at other subjects.

Three years passed in a blink of an eye. In the midst of dreams and struggles, she passed her prime years and blossomed again, and successfully entered high school. The secret that had been buried in her heart for three years had never been revealed. She kept it to herself. Soon, the boy moved to another city with his parents. On the day they parted, she seemed to find that he gave her a smile that lasted longer than others. From then on, the girl's dream was forced to terminate, but the pure and astringent feeling never left her.

In the past, maybe she couldn’t remember his face without taking her junior high school graduation photo, but the girl’s feelings that were eager to try because of him have always been stored in a quiet corner in the memory, under the sun from time to time. Sparkling. In that youthful age, she was left with a flower of memory that bloomed everlastingly.

4. A girl’s essay about people 400

My friend

When I was in fourth grade in Guangdong, I had a friend who loved to criticize.

Her pair of smart and keen little eyes are embedded in her melon-shaped face, and there is a small cherry mouth under her small and exquisite nose, which makes her look very lively and cute. A unique bow is tied on a high ponytail.

She is from Sichuan and likes to eat chili. One of her biggest hobbies is finding fault with others. She is the hygienist in the class. She has to take care of whose nails or hair needs to be cut. She also takes care of which girls wear hairpins whose color does not match their skin color. Some people said: "You are too lenient!" But she took good care of it, so she became recognized in the class as: "The king of faultfinders."

Not only was she in the same class with me, but she was also in the same class as me. The table is a neighbor again. So the thorns that have been picked out for me are countless. In a Chinese class, the teacher handed out the test papers for next month, wow! I got 100 points, which made me ecstatic. Just after class was over, the "King of Critics" took my test paper and I saw her scanning it ten lines at a time. Then her sharp little eyes focused on one place and she hurriedly said to the teacher: "You got this question wrong." The teacher took the test paper and looked at it and said, "You are right, it was the teacher's negligence." My test paper suddenly became 99 points.

Soon my family will be moving to Shanghai. At the end of the semester, the exam was over, and I set off with my family that afternoon.

One day not long after I arrived in Shanghai, I received a courier from Guangdong. When I opened it and saw the three eye-catching characters at the bottom of the home page - the name "King of Criticisms" first caught my eye. I thought to myself, why did this "King of Finger-pickers" chase me all the way to Shanghai? Let's read the letter first. I read it carefully: "Ah, congratulations to you! At the end of the semester, you passed the double hundred test. The teacher and everyone miss you very much. I have made the most mistakes for you in the past. Please don't hate me, okay?" ..."

After reading the letter and looking at the test papers and certificates, I couldn't help but shed tears. I thought: I should really thank the "King of Critics", if she hadn't helped me correct so many times. Wrong, it is difficult to achieve today’s good results.

Now, I often think of this good partner. With such a friend, I will progress faster.

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I hope my answer can help you, and I wish you progress in your studies! 5. Describe a girl who is very quiet.

She has a round face, and her face is as beautiful as a peach blossom. The thick and short hair covers the thick and black eyebrows, the long and thick black eyebrows are like dyed with black ink, the black eyes shine like diamonds, and there is a big red mouth under the high bridge of the nose. She always likes to wear light-colored clothes.

She is taciturn and does not like to speak. She is gentle and always speaks softly. She is also so gentle when reprimanding others. Once, I wanted to put the Chlorophytum outside to bask in the sun. When I opened the window, I conveniently placed the flower pot on her table. Suddenly, dirty water filled her table. Her brows furrowed into a figure-eight shape, and her mouth became confused. Pouted. Yeah, she's going to be angry, what should I do? ! I had to stand there obediently, lowered my head, with a blushing face, ready to accept criticism, but to my surprise, all I heard was: "Be careful in the future, got it?" I took out a napkin and wiped the dirty things on the table. Wipe clean with water. Ah, how can there be such a good person! If it were me, I would definitely scold him bloody. I really want to learn from her!

She has good calligraphy. Whenever she writes in the exercise book, she seems extremely excited and often gets high marks. No matter how noisy the situation is, she can write carefully stroke by stroke. Once, the teacher asked me to write an article I wrote in a Chinese newsletter, but my handwriting didn't look good no matter how I wrote it. I was so anxious that I asked her to write it. After a while, the composition was finished. Her neat and elegant handwriting made my article shine immediately. The teacher smiled happily after reading it. 6. An essay about loving a girl

I like a girl and do a lot of things for her silently. I just pay attention to her silently. In fact, I know that she knows, because in our class, Probably everyone except the teacher knows that I like her because I am really bad at pretending.

Really, you should also know that you should not have love in your senior year of high school, and she did not mean to reject me. I knew that you could not have love in your senior year of high school, so I carefully preserved this feeling until after the college entrance examination, I knew her She didn’t do well in the exam. In fact, I also did poorly in the exam, but I shouldered the responsibility of comforting her. Just because I am a boy. Fortunately, we both went to college. Unfortunately, I was in Hefei and she was in Nanchang. , very far away. But I still believed in my love for her. When I was a freshman, I confessed my love to her, and she just said this to me: I don’t want to fall in love yet. "Actually, I know that what she wants is a handsome boy who is taller than 180cm and can give her romance every day. Although I am pretty good-looking, I am only a little over 170cm tall, and in her opinion I am a boy who doesn't know how to be romantic, so my first confession failed like this.

Really, I was really unwilling, so even though she rejected me, I still didn't give up. I continued to pursue her, loved her silently, and cared for her. In the blink of an eye, I was a sophomore, that is, on the eve of May 1st last year, I confessed to her for the second time. I said: XXX, I can't forget, I really fall in love with you. "She still said the same thing: I don't want to fall in love yet." She rejected me thousands of miles away. I asked her at that time, why do you not like me when you are sad? The first thing that comes to mind is to call me. When you are sad, what do you think of me as a tool to talk to? Are you still waiting for your romantic love? Can't you and I be realistic? Ordinary people, your so-called romance is not yours. After saying this, I found that my eyes were red, because men don’t shed tears easily. From Nanchang, I later chose to lick my wounds secretly in a deserted corner, because I was completely disappointed. I spent a whole summer vacation forgetting her. During that summer vacation, I returned to my hometown alone and did not contact any classmates. Of course Including her, I thought this kind of love would end just like that, but.

Last November, while playing cards with my classmates that night, I suddenly received a text message from her, which said: XXX, I like you, do you still like me? 7. Essay about girls

I can’t help but think of her - the little girl selling flowers.

That’s three. One Sunday a year ago, although the weather was not very good, it was a rare day for me to go to the farmer's market just after breakfast.

, the scene was so hot and bustling with people speaking with accents from all over the world, there were all kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables, lively rabbits and slippery loaches... As I was shopping, I was looking for the things my mother asked me to buy. Suddenly, a small basket of white roses appeared. It caught my eye.

Wow, it’s so beautiful! The flowers are delicate and fresh. These are real flowers! “How much does it cost? "I quickly squatted down and touched the white flowers lovingly. No one answered. I looked up and saw that the flower seller was a little girl of eight or nine years old. She was sitting on the stone next to the flower basket and counting seriously. : "One piece, two pieces, two..." After counting, he folded the change together, rolled it into a circle, and carefully put it into his pocket, as if he was afraid that the money would grow wings and fly away.

Judging by her behavior, she seemed not to have heard my question. I patted her shoulder with a smile, pointed at the roses in the basket and asked, "How much do they cost?" Only then did she notice me, come to her senses, and said, "Oh, buy flowers!" This flower is not expensive. I grow it at home. "

She raised her head and looked at me innocently. Only then did I realize that she was quite cute.

Although she was a girl from the countryside, her eyes were so big. It's bright, and her little mouth is like petals. And her black hair is flowing in the sun, looking particularly energetic.

She is wearing a yellow shirt, most of which is fluffed. As for the pants, they are faded, but they are all neat. She is such a sweet girl.

"Hey, they are very cheap. I will buy Sanzhi." "I found that the little girl was staring at me with envy, and I couldn't help but laugh again.

When she saw me laughing at her, she couldn't help but blush, lowered her head, and suddenly asked me: "Sister, Are you in fifth or sixth grade? ""Um! "I picked up the three selected roses, smelled their fragrance vigorously, and replied casually.

"Then...then you must know a lot of knowledge, right?" I felt almost ridiculous and asked her, "What about you?" She didn't answer, just lowered her head.

I asked more curiously; why, you didn’t go to school? I put the word "none" very seriously. "No! I went to school!" She quickly defended, "I went to the second grade, but later my father thought the tuition was too much and didn't let me go to school. He asked me to sell flowers."

The little girl lowered her eyes. . "Why?" I asked.

"Dad said that the family has little money, and my brother and I both go to school and can't afford it, so..." As he spoke, the little girl's eyes turned red, and tears fell "plop. plop". On the rose in my hand. My nose felt sour and I almost shed tears.

I bit my lip and wanted to comfort her, but I couldn't find the right words, let alone how to help her. After thinking about it, I took out the pocket money that my mother had just rewarded me with, stuffed it into her hand, stood up and ran away.

On the way home, I looked at three snow-white roses, flawless and crystal clear, like a little girl’s face. The drops of water on the petals were either dewdrops or the little girl’s tears. Look at the flower in your hand and the water drops on the petals.

I shouted silently in my heart: "The little girl is also a flower, why does she..." Paragraph: Cui'er is a famous and handsome girl in the mountains here. She is exposed to the rain and sun all day long, but she just can't get wet. Withered, not tanned by the sun, the face is white and clean, and the eyebrows are clear and bright. When she smiles, her mouth is like a quiet crescent moon; when she talks, her voice is like the beating of an oriole's hooves.

This shocked me. When I looked up, I saw a girl of twelve or three years old, sitting high on a branch of a tree, holding a harmonica in her hand. , getting ready to blow. She was wearing a fiery red velvet coat and a short green skirt.

The two little feet wearing Lux shoes were dangling in the air, which was strangely comfortable. Her braided head leaned crookedly on her right shoulder, her big watery eyes playfully blinked at me, and her nose was slightly upturned, showing a mischievous look.

As soon as you see her, you will like her from the bottom of your heart. Xiaoju is fourteen years old this year, but her body is not tall, her arms are still so small, her cheekbones are still protruding, and her ten fingers are like a bunch of dead bamboo branches, as if they will break if they are broken; because she is very She was thin, so her body looked light.

Jianhua has a well-proportioned figure, neither fat nor thin, with black hair styled into two long braids, a rosy face, big round eyes, and two deep dimples on his cheeks. Look lively and cute. Two country kids came to our courtyard.

One is the elder sister, with pigtails and a little floral gown. One is the younger brother. The hair on his forehead looks like a teapot lid.

Little Maraha (Mongolian), has pretty features, red lips and white teeth, a round face, a high nose bridge, and a head of black curly hair, quite handsome. It's just that the ears are very long, which is really ugly, but the old people say that they are the "Buddha's appearance" and they are blessed.

My sister is ten years old and in the third grade of elementary school. On her rosy face, there was a pair of big, watery eyes with a smart look.

Under the black hair, there are two curved eyebrows, like the crescent moon. Among her rows of snow-white teeth, she was missing a front tooth. When she smiled, she looked gap-toothed, which was very cute.

Erdaobang Zhou Li is the most powerful female student in our class. She is dark, has a pair of small round eyes that always move around flexibly, and her small lips are very thin.

My grandma said that people with thin lips can talk. It is true. Zhou Li talks like a machine gun. Whenever she spoke, the big fluffy brush on the back of her head would move in an airy manner.

When she saw me and Shi Tong together, she curled her lips and said unceremoniously: "Shi Tong is working as a bodyguard." My name is Zhang Xinxia, ??I am eleven years old this year, and I am in primary school. fifth grade.

I wear a jet-black ponytail, swinging it as I walk. My eyebrows are curved like a sickle.

A pair of big black eyes, very capable of looking at people, and red lips, as if they had been smeared with lipstick. A pair of tender little hands with slender fingers.

People say: "The ten fingers are long and dexterous." I don't believe it! Once, I pricked my finger while learning to tack buttons, which bothered me for several days.

My sister has just entered the first grade of elementary school. She is smart and sensible, can sing and dance well, and is very cute. Ye's pigtails are tilted up, her two bright black eyes are rippling with microwaves, her two cheeks are red, and her two eyebrows are red. 8. An essay with reflections after reading a girl’s story

Reading>Impressions Before, I didn’t know how to cherish life and couldn’t live a glorious and powerful life.

But since I saw this "Story of a Girl" on the Internet, it gave me a great shock. This article is about a girl named Huang Meili who has suffered from cerebral palsy since she was a child.

This symptom is very alarming. Because the limbs lose their sense of balance, the hands and feet often move randomly. Based on her condition, the doctor concluded that she would not live to be 6 years old. But for such a girl, she stuck to her faith and lived strong. After that, she was admitted to the University of California in the United States and received a doctorate in art. At a lecture, she told us the beliefs that kept her alive. When we took a look, she wrote these few lines: .I am so cute. 2. My legs are very long. 3. My parents love me so much. 4. I can draw and I can write. 5. I have a lovely cat. Finally, she concluded with one sentence: "I just Look at what I have, not what I don’t have. After reading the above story, we will all be deeply moved by Huang Meilian’s spirit of not surrendering to fate and loving life. Yes, if you want to make your life meaningful To value, you must withstand the test of hardships. If you want to live happily, you must accept and affirm yourself. In fact, in this world, everyone has different flaws or unsatisfactory things. You are not the only one who is unlucky. The key is how to view and treat misfortune. There is no need to complain about the bad luck. Don’t just look at what you don’t have, but look more at what you have. We will feel: In fact, we are very rich. In the journey of life, we all I have read many short stories that moved us and made us think deeply. The philosophy and wisdom contained in these short stories once inspired our lives, comforted or shocked our hearts, and moved us every day. In one's life, one needs to understand some truths in order to become wiser, and one needs to be moved in order to fill his life with passion. From now on, I am determined to cherish life.