1. Action description fragment of 300 words

When describing characters, some texts often describe actions, which vividly displays the character’s image and also reveals the Reveal the deep-seated character traits of the characters and receive unexpected results! The famous Russian writer Chekhov used this method to portray the image of Fanka's grandfather, an old man who watches the night, in his article "Fanka" (lesson 12 of the ninth volume of the five-year system published by the People's Education Press).

...He is a very interesting, thin old man, 65 years old, always smiling and winking. During the day, he always slept in the big kitchen. At night, he would put on his large sheepskin coat, bang his clappers, and walk around the villa...

Now, grandpa must be standing at the gate, squinting at the village church. Bright red windows. He must be stamping his feet in high felt boots, his clappers hung on his waist, he was huddled in the cold, shoulders hunched...

Here, use "winking with a smile" "Knocking the clapper and walking around the villa" depicts the image of a kind and dedicated old night watchman; "stomping his feet wearing high felt boots" and "shrinking into a ball with the cold, huddled" "Shoulders" wrote about the poor old watchman who had to run around for food and hunger! It is these actions that truly show the life of Grandpa Fanka, and also indicate from one aspect that Fanka's letter to Grandpa will "sink in the sea", and Fanka can only see Grandpa reading his letter in his dream. .

If we carefully observe the words and deeds of various characters in daily life, then when describing the characters, we will not just stop at the description of "appearance", but will describe them in detail Their "actions" make their character traits, temperament and personality "displayed" vividly in front of the readers, making people have endless aftertaste! Below, please read "Li Gang, Who Loves to Climb Trees" written by a classmate (fragment):

Speaking of climbing trees, that is Li Gang's specialty. Spring has begun, and the branches of locust trees several meters high are covered with clusters of small white flowers, and a faint fragrance permeates the air. He would stand under the tree to reconnoiter the "tree shape", think about it for a while, then spit twice, rub his palms vigorously, "chick" a few times, and then climb to the highest branch and swing.

This essay does not give a static description of Li Gang’s appearance, but describes it through some actions. You see, "Standing under the tree to detect the shape of the tree", "Spitting fiercely", "Rubbing the palms vigorously", "Climbing to the highest branch and swinging" are exactly the words These characteristic descriptions make this "naughty ghost" who loves to climb trees stand vividly in front of us. It is much more profound than just describing the "appearance" to describe a character! 2. Action description fragment (300)

, I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth mandarin jacket, and a dark green cloth cotton robe, staggering to the side of the railway, slowly leaning down, still Not a big problem.

But it was not easy for him to cross the railway and climb to the platform over there. He clung to it with both hands and retracted his feet upwards; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing an effort.

At this time I saw his back, and my tears flowed down quickly. (Excerpted from "Back View") 2. Grandma Liu... When she arrived next to the stone lion in front of the gate of Rong Mansion, she saw only sedan horses filling the door.

Grandma Liu didn’t dare to go over. She dusted off her clothes, taught Baner a few words, and then slipped to the corner door. She saw a few people sitting on the door with their chests raised and their bellies gesticulating. Talking about other things. Grandma Liu had no choice but to come up and ask, "Thank you for your blessing, sir."

(Excerpted from "A Dream of Red Mansions") 3. He read it sentence by sentence, and after reading it, he used a pencil to draw a small circle behind the sentence. He is not just browsing, but thinking while reading. Sometimes he stops to think about it, and sometimes he even asks me a question or two.

(Excerpted from "A Night's Work") 4. She saw another butterfly, so she ran towards it playfully. The butterfly flew up and down. She stared at the butterfly intently, and finally the butterfly stopped on a flower. , she bowed her back, leaving some space between her hands, and tiptoed carefully, sweat dripping from her face. She tiptoed to the butterfly, bent down suddenly, and held the butterfly on the flower with both hands. .

Then she carefully exposed some of the seam of her hands and leaned her head against the seam to look. She accidentally let the butterflies fly out of her hands. She pouted her little mouth anxiously and angrily, and put her hands on her waist, but immediately she looked like a deer again. As if jumping to chase another target.

5. The aunt rolled up her sleeves and rolled up her trousers to her thighs. She moved slowly in the stream, lifted her left foot slightly, took a small step forward, and then dragged her right foot forward slowly, as if she was wearing a heavy shoe.

She twisted her hat, bowed her back, lowered her head, squinted her eyes, and made a gesture of holding something with her hands. At this time, she stopped, stopped looking around, and stared at a place on the right. She suddenly plunged her hand into the water and held a small fish in her hand.

6. She picked up the chopsticks, reached towards a plate of brightly colored dishes, gently picked up a piece, held it under the chopsticks with her left hand, and followed the chopsticks carefully. The veins in the hand that originally had sharp veins became more obvious as soon as I exerted force.

She carefully put the dish into her mouth and tasted it carefully. 7. Grandma stretched her right foot and slipped it into the shoe opening. She tightly grasped the door frame with her sinewy hand and gently lifted her left foot. She carefully inserted her tense foot into the shoe opening and then in. I pricked it, then stepped on it a few times to make my feet more comfortable, and went out with satisfaction.

8. Closer, closer, the team leader finally came to him, like a Mount Tai in front of him, shouting: "Hurry up and hand in your homework!" He said "Hehe" When he smiled, his expression was so funny and mysterious. Suddenly, he popped his head and flashed past the team leader's arm like a slippery loach, running away as if his soles were oiled. 9. There is an old woman on the roadside of the crossroad. She is slightly hunched and has a fat body. She is struggling to walk on the empty road holding an umbrella.

The strong wind and heavy rain hit her face. She bent forward hard, grabbed the umbrella, took a step forward, took a half step back, and staggered forward. 10. The young man ran well. He sprinted from the starting line and ran at a constant speed on the way.

He gallops like a pony with his head held high: his strides are well-proportioned, his steps are compact, his pedaling is powerful, and his waist is relaxed - the whole movement appears graceful and elastic. 11. Shi Xuan's steps were very even, his arms were swinging back and forth, his feet were moving faster and faster, his body was leaning forward, as if he was about to fall, and he ran forward quickly.

When she reached the finish line, she raised her head, puffed out her chest, and finally won first place. 12. In the first winter training of Lang Ping's volleyball career, the coaches began to feed Lang Ping "Xiao Zao".

Long-distance running - Lang Ping ran around the 400-meter track in circles... His head felt so swollen, his chest hurt, and he couldn't lift his legs anymore. Stop? No! His brain issued instructions clearly, and he continued to move forward... The sweat had already wet his hair into strands, and the sweat dripped from his forehead to his mouth, which was bitter and astringent. How much I want to lie down on the track, spread out my limbs and relax! Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth - she suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she always wanted to taste the taste of the rubber band that could not be moved again, and now she really tasted it, it was bitter and astringent.

13. As soon as the gunshot rang out, the two girls rushed forward like arrows from the string. Their movements were coordinated and powerful, and they flew briskly on the ice, like two flying swallows flying close to the ground, chasing each other without giving in.

In the end, amid the enthusiastic cheers of the coaches and the audience, the two crossed the finish line almost at the same time like a whirlwind. 14. I saw a male classmate walking up to the stage, quietly unfolding a roll of white paper, picking up a brush dipped in thick ink, thinking for a moment, and then started drawing with flying colors.

As the brush continued to dye, a lifelike horse appeared on the paper. It holds its head high, showing a huge and unstoppable force.

15. I held my breath, bent my hands in an arc, and slowly approached it, then swooped forward and clasped my hands quickly. Haha, look where you are going! Tingting also knelt down to watch.

I slowly let go of my hand. Alas, what I was holding was just the grass where the grasshopper lay down. "What's going on? I clearly saw this lying here."

My cousin said: "The grasshopper jumped out. You didn't notice it. No, it was there." I followed my cousin's finger. Looking in the direction, the grasshopper was indeed there.

I ran over and dunked again, hey, I ran away again. I looked around the grass, ah, this was hiding under my feet.

I stared at it, squatted down gently, put my hands about 10 centimeters away from the grasshopper, and slammed it, "Caught, caught!" I was very happy, My cousin also jumped around me excitedly. 16. I very carefully bent my hands into an arc, and then aimed at the grasshopper.

But the Grasshopper was very sensitive and jumped to the ground all of a sudden. I buckled it again with my hand. Not only did it not buckle, but I was bitten severely by the Grasshopper. I "quickly" grabbed the hat off my head, and then carefully buckled it on the grasshopper on the ground... 17. He found a red dragonfly sitting on the foxtail grass by the pond.

I saw my younger brother staring, hunched over, leaning forward, moving forward very slowly, and suddenly he stretched out his hand with two fingers. 3. Action description essay of 300 words

My classmate

I have a smart and lovely classmate, his name is Zhou Sijie. Zhou Sijie's biggest appearance feature is that his eyebrows are very dark, as if they were painted on with a pen. His eyes are small and round, giving people a very naughty feeling. And Si Jie's eyes always shine with wisdom, making people feel that he is very smart.

Zhou Sijie is very knowledgeable, and Chinese classes and science classes have become his stage. Whenever the teacher asked him a question, the students were ready and waiting for his "long speech." What he says is always very specific, comprehensive, and hits the mark right away. Once, the teacher asked a question that was combined with extracurricular knowledge. The classmates all looked at me, and I looked at you, but no one could figure out the answer. I racked my brains, but I just couldn’t figure it out. At this time, Zhou Sijie raised his hand confidently, and the teacher nodded. Sijie suddenly stood up and answered the question brilliantly. The teacher cast an approving look at him, and the students applauded him heartily. The warm applause lasted for a long time.

I really admire his wealth of knowledge. Zhou Sijie's compositions are also very good. Reading his compositions is endlessly memorable and thought-provoking. After reading it once, you still want to read it again. His compositions are sometimes profound and sometimes very eccentric. For example: "Tolerance is the highest state of Shaolin."... To talk about the funny things in his compositions, I can't finish them in a day or a night.

Zhou Sijie’s writing is not only funny, but he is also very cute. He always does things that children do, as if he hasn't grown up yet. Staring his eyes, clenching his hands into fists, and looking fierce are all his common actions, which are very interesting. My stomach can't handle being with him. Do you know why? He always does something so funny that it makes me laugh so hard that my stomach hurts. I dare to predict that he will definitely become a comedian in the future.

Sijie is also the idol of boys and always creates games that make them excited.

This is a knowledgeable, well-educated, cute and funny little boy - Zhou Sijie. My cousin I have a cousin who is innocent, cute, smart and lively. He has a pair of big, watery eyes. When he thinks about a problem, his dark eyes will roll in his eye sockets. When my cousin smiles, he can reveal a pair of white and neat teeth, which is very interesting. I like him very much.

My cousin lives at grandma’s house. Once, he told his grandma that he liked little tabby cats. Grandma loves her cousin very much and listens to everything he says. He told me to keep an eye on my cousin and go to the street to buy a little cat. Grandma bought back a lively and beautiful little cat. My cousin jumped with joy when he saw the lively and cute little cat. He quickly ran to his grandmother, played with the cute little cat, stroked it gently, and sang beautiful little cat songs. At this time, the little cat scratched his cousin's pants with his claws. Grandpa saw it, picked up the little cat and threw it away. When my cousin saw it, he cried loudly and said, "Grandpa, you are evil. The little cat is not sensible. You have to educate it. How can you throw it away? I am not sensible. Are you going to throw me away too? Look at how much it is." How pitiful!" Everyone laughed after hearing this. Grandpa quickly picked up the little cat and said to his cousin: "Yes, the kitten is ignorant, my brother educates it!"

Another time, my cousin was playing in the house, and he didn't listen to his grandma. He wanted to play with the bicycle, but he accidentally overturned the bicycle and his fingers were pinched. He quickly opened his fingers and burst into tears. At this time, grandma heard the crying and ran out of the room. Seeing this scene, she was angry and funny, so she stopped reasoning. He stopped crying for a while and peeked through his fingers to see if grandma was paying attention to him.

He found that his grandmother ignored him, walked over to her and laughed.

My cousin is so funny and cute! I like him very much. -----====For reference only, too much help from Xiaoyu 4. Please help describe the action process of the old man pushing the cart, about 300 words

Help the old man selling sweet potatoes push the cart Car Diary - 800 words

"La la la -" I carried my schoolbag, walked briskly, and walked into the "infinitely beautiful" sunset, humming various pop songs along the way. , walking happily on the way home.

Suddenly, a violent coughing sound caught my attention.

Looking for the sound, I saw a hunchbacked old man, pushing a cart selling sweet potatoes, walking tremblingly towards this side.

This is a very thin old grandfather. His tattered clothes are very eye-catching, and his fluffy hair is messy. His face is full of wrinkles, showing a very vicissitude of life. The afterglow of the setting sun lengthened his thin shadow.

The old man raised his dusty face slightly, smiled at me, and said, "Kid, can you... ahem, can you help me... push the car?"

Huh? Why does this old man sell sweet potatoes? I stepped forward curiously and helped my grandfather push the car.

"Old——" I was about to ask, but hesitated: Should I ask? Oh, forget it, don’t be afraid, just ask! "Grandpa, you are so old, why do you still come out to sell sweet potatoes?"

After hearing what I said, the grandpa was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at me, and then looked at someone even taller than himself. The sweet potato cart, which was several times heavier, looked at the setting sun that was about to set. There was a bit of desolation and sadness in his eyes. He pushed the sweet potato cart and sighed softly, "Oh! It's all my fault... cough cough." There was a violent burst of laughter. A cough interrupted the old man's words.

The biting cold wind blew on the quiet road. The old man's thin body could not withstand the cold wind and shuddered. In the cold wind, a leaf broke free from the branches and fluttered in the air, and then fell under the big tree.

I was about to continue asking. Suddenly, the car stopped moving. The old man staggered forward without paying attention. It turned out that the car was stuck by a stone.

I hurriedly helped the old man push the stone away and helped the old man continue to push the cart forward.

I thought about the question just now and asked: "Grandpa, why do you still come out to sell sweet potatoes? Don't you have children?"

"Who said that? !" The old man looked a little excited. He looked at the long road ahead, with tears in his eyes, "I have two sons and three daughters."

"Then you are going to sell sweet potatoes. ? You should enjoy happiness at home?"

The old man sobbed, his voice obviously choked: "They... are now... now rich, how... ahem, how... will "Leave me alone!"

My heart was shocked by my grandfather. I never thought that his children would abandon him!

The car suddenly stopped again, and all we saw was a very steep slope in front of us.

My grandpa and I struggled to push forward, but the sweet potato cart seemed to disobey the order and trembled and refused to get on. Suddenly, a sweet potato fell from the car and broke into pieces.

I helped my grandfather finally push the car uphill. The old man waved to me and said, "Thank you, kid." Then he pushed the sweet potato cart forward.

The sky is getting dark, and the setting sun slowly sets down the hillside. I looked at the setting sun and thought deeply: "When I grow up, I must be filial to my parents." 5. Action description fragment (300 words)

Original publisher: Fangfang

300-word action description fragment 1. The game started. After receiving the ball, Da Zhou turned around and rushed towards the opponent's basket. After halftime, everyone from the opponent came to defend, and Liu Lulu was one of them. He used his most classic trick again, spreading his arms and fingers together, like a hen guarding her children. Not to be outdone, Da Zhou took a lunge step and swung his hands back and forth between his thighs. The basketball seemed to blend into his body and shuttle under him. Liu Lulu naturally did not guard against Da Zhou.

With Da Zhou's quick wit, he would never let go of such a good opportunity. Just when everyone was stunned, Da Zhou ran to the opponent's basket with lightning speed, and came up with a slam dunk. , but the momentum was better than a slam dunk layup, and he successfully scored the first point of the opening game. 2. The three little guys can actually jump on the chair! They climbed from the chair to the table, as if they were also enjoying the harmonious atmosphere. The little guys jumped to the window again, raised their heads and looked at the blue sky. After a while, one of them jumped from the window sill to the table and looked around. , climbed up to a small pot and sat down, meowing proudly, and the two kittens on the window sill turned back to look at each other, showing expressions of great amazement. I don't know when the old cat was standing under the table. It looked up at its three children and made a meowing sound with unknown motives. The three guys looked hurriedly under the table. The little guy on the pot tilted his head and lowered his chin. The hair on his penis was wrinkled, and he stared at his mother standing under the table. 3. You are a girl who pursues progress. Whenever I think about closing my eyes and taking a nap, I inadvertently catch a glimpse of you frowning and busy flipping through the book. "Oops, physics is so bad!" You yelled, rummaging left and right to take out a large pile of physics materials and read them one by one. With a pen in your hand, you dotted line by line, circled or drew a circle from time to time. mark. Your physics teaching aid 6. Appearance and action description essay 300 words

Mom’s beautiful big eyes seem to be able to speak, almost replacing her mouth. When you do something you shouldn't do, she will stare at you with angry eyes for a while until you lower your head and admit your mistake; when you do something that makes her happy, she will stare at you with smiling eyes. After looking at you for two minutes, you will lower your head in shame.

At noon, I started cooking according to the method my mother taught me. I wash the rice first, measure two cans of rice, then scoop two spoons of water into the pot and rub it gently with my hands. When the water became muddy, I poured it out and replaced it with more water to let the bran and tares floating on the water flow away. I also picked out the small grains of sand mixed in the rice and washed them three times. The water is clear and the rice is clean. And my mother is the one who makes the rice dumplings at home. I saw her pick two wide and long leaves, skillfully roll them into a trumpet shape, then use a small spoon to scoop a few spoonfuls of rice into the "trumpet", and then put them evenly into the "trumpet". Add the red dates, and finally wrap the left one and the right one in three parts, and tie it tightly with a string. A big four-cornered rice dumpling is ready. I was stunned and dazzled. I really admired my mother! 7. A 300-word essay describing the actions of characters

Autumn is a beautiful season.

The weather is always sunny, with not a single cloud in the blue sky. I often look up and feel that the sky on the grasslands in Lao She's works is like this - the sky is so high and so blue. As I looked at it, my heart felt broadened.

Occasionally a bird flies across the sky, which will make your heart tremble. You will think how great it would be if people could be as happy and free as birds. There is no wind in autumn and the air is a bit dry.

Occasionally a little rain will make you feel more comfortable. Smell the smell of earth, the moist air moistens your face, and look at the colorful colors in nature. You will unconsciously stretch out your arms, raise your head, gently close your eyes, and take a deep breath. At this time, you Just that one leaf, one little flower, one fruit... you will blend into the life of autumn.

I like the yellow color of ginkgo leaves in autumn, especially the color under the street lights. Against the backdrop of the dark night, the yellow color is not golden, but rather delicate and subtle.

There are very few pedestrians on the road, and the ginkgo tree illuminated by the street lamp is like an oil painting on canvas, very beautiful. I also like the red color of maple leaves, which is so intense that no other paint can create such a strong color.

I am thinking about the day when I can go to a large maple forest, wander alone in the maple forest, and let the redness of maple leaves flow into my blood. At this time, I remembered the poem "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers."

Presumably the ancients also had a special liking for maple leaves. Autumn is the harvest season.

The happiest people are the farmers, whose bronze faces and wrinkles carved by time are filled with smiles. The hard work and sweat of the past seemed to have never happened.

Looking at them, you can't help but think: happiness is so simple. Why should we worry? .

8. How to write a composition describing action

When I was a child, I never knew what music was. Just because my grandma liked it, I followed her ignorantly, moved a small bench, and watched it under the simple stage. Our place is just a small town, there is no movie theater, we only have an outdoor stage. The actors are just a few villagers, purely for their own entertainment. I sat in my grandma's arms and listened to Yiyi's singing. The tone was high and low, and it was indescribably beautiful. I yelled for my grandma to lift me up. Through the dark crowd, I saw a few actors in ancient costumes. I didn’t know what they were singing. They just thought it was novel and danced for joy. I asked my grandma what it was, and she smiled and touched my head with her rough, calloused hands, "This is a play." I heard my grandma speak in a thick native accent, and I couldn't understand it for a while. , I just vaguely heard the word "mosquito". "Grandma, why is it called 'mosquito'?" Grandma smiled kindly and pinched my nose with her rough hands. "Silly boy!" I looked at my grandma's warm smile infatuatedly, and the wrinkles were rippling in circles. Yes, there were ripples in my heart.

Later, I gradually grew up. When I was as tall as my grandmother’s shoulders, my grandmother’s arms could no longer hold me. But I still miss my grandma’s arms so much, and I miss the faint smell on her clothes, which is like the smell of makeup on the faces of Yue opera actors. I still like to sit on a small bench with her and cuddle up next to her. I am already 13 years old, but in her eyes I will never grow up. Although I no longer ask her those childish and ridiculous questions, I still often hear her mention them. Every time she talks about these interesting things, I can always see the smile on her face, and my heart is warm. I leaned close to her ear and said secretly: "Grandma, I also like going to the theater!" Grandma's smile bloomed again, and I heard the singing of Shaoxing opera all over the world, melodious and moving.

My grandma is old, and I always see her stumbling, but she still likes Yue opera so much. Unfortunately, she can no longer walk. I still often save some money and buy her some Yue opera discs. I always see her happy smile, which is the touch of an old man in her late life. I still like Yue Opera. From the moment I was lifted high by my grandmother, I have formed an indissoluble bond with Yue Opera. 9. A 300-word composition describing actions: first, then, finally

During the holidays, I played in an open space at my grandma’s house. Suddenly, a girl burst in. I looked at her carefully: her skin was dark, and she could tell she often worked in the fields; her eyes were big but squinted; her hair was messy, as if it hadn't been done for a long time; she was wearing a red floral dress. The clothes were dirty; the shoes on the feet had several holes. I thought to myself: This man is really a country man who still wears floral clothes in what era. He must have never seen any big events. He is a pure country boy. He came over, stared at me, and said, "Hello, my name is Xiaohua, I want to be friends with you, can I?" After hearing her name, I thought she was even more rustic. But I don’t know why, but I still want to make friends with her. He nodded in agreement. She became my holiday friend.

Xiaohua is a lively and innocent girl. There are always many new things in his mind that I don’t know. She told me that I was her first friend because other children thought she was poor and ignored her. Perhaps because of this incident, my friendship with Xiaohua deepened and we became inseparable good friends.

One day, Xiaohua and I went out to play. When we were about to go home, I felt very thirsty. Xiaohua pointed to a three or four-meter-high fruit tree and said, "Let's pick fruits and eat them." I listened, found a bamboo pole, and prepared to knock down the fruits. But Xiaohua stopped me: "If the fruit falls, it will be broken." I put down the bamboo pole, hugged the tree tightly with both hands, crossed my feet on it, and climbed up using my hands and feet, but I only climbed a foot high. I couldn't crawl anymore, and I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely. Accidentally, I didn't hold my hands tightly, and I fell heavily to the ground, which made me scream in pain. Xiaohua looked at my embarrassed look, holding her belly in her hands and laughing. I saw Xiaohua grabbing the tree pole, stepping on the tree stump, leaning forward, kicking her feet hard, and repeating these actions. All of a sudden, she climbed up the tree easily. Looking at her nimble movements, I blushed. She sat on the tree branch and picked many fruits for me to eat. We ate and went home.

The vacation is over, it’s time for me to go back, and it’s time for me to say goodbye to Xiaohua. Before leaving, Xiaohua Xiou felt sorry for me.

We never met again, but I still remember her innocence and liveliness in my heart. 10. How to write a composition describing actions

At noon, I started cooking according to the method my mother taught me.

I wash the rice first, measure two cans of rice, then scoop two spoons of water into the pot, and rub it gently with my hands. When the water became muddy, I poured it out and replaced it with more water to let the bran and tares floating on the water flow away. I also picked out the small grains of sand mixed in the rice and washed them three times. The water is clear and the rice is clean.

My mother is the one who makes the rice dumplings. She picks two wide and long leaves, skillfully rolls them into a trumpet shape, and then uses a small spoon to scoop a few spoonfuls of glutinous rice into the "trumpet". " inside, and then put the red dates evenly, and finally wrap the left one and the right one three times and divide it by two, and tie it with a string. A big four-corner rice dumpling is wrapped. I was dumbfounded and dazzled. I really admire my mother so much.