1. The end of the composition describing the action

After a day of swatting mosquitoes, my parents went out, and they prepared a bowl of delicious chicken soup for me.

I was about to enjoy it when I suddenly heard an annoying "buzzing" sound, and then several big bumps appeared on my legs, which made me restless and itchy. "Hmph, you little mosquito, I'm going to make you pay with blood!" I was so angry that I looked around and found that the mosquito was parked on the wall. I used "Heart-Breaking Palm" on the mosquito. , due to excessive force, the pain made me scream "wow".

Unexpectedly, this mosquito reacted quickly and had already escaped from danger. It flew to the curtain and sang a song "buzzingly", as if saying to me proudly: "Come on, come on." You want to catch me? No way!" After thinking about it, I decided to use the trick: "Eighteen Palms to Kill the Mosquitoes", "Hey! Hey!" I slashed at the soft curtains, but the mosquitoes were gone. trace. At this time, I rolled my eyes and decided to upgrade the weapon.

I took out a fly swatter and held it in my hand, patrolling the room, and soon found him parked in the corner. I sneered: "Little mosquito, you want to hide in the dark, your death has come!" "I picked up the fly swatter and hit the mosquito with a bang. Alas, it's a pity that it escaped again.

I had to inspect the whole house again, including the kitchen, bedroom, and living room, and turned around three times, but there was no sign of it. I was so tired that I sat down and thought: take a rest first and then look for it again! I picked up the chicken soup and was about to take a sip to replenish my energy when another "buzzing" sound came from my ears. I put down the bowl, stood up, and glanced around, and the "buzzing" sound immediately disappeared without a trace.

After a few iterations, I came up with another plan, upgraded my weapon again, and got an electric mosquito swatter. Haha, mosquitoes can feel people's body temperature and breathing. I rolled up my sleeves and trouser legs, and used the "bitter meat trick" to lure the mosquito into the trap! After a while, just when I couldn't bear it any longer, the mosquito unexpectedly landed on my left arm silently. I calmly and gently used the electric mosquito swatter with my right hand and swung it towards my left arm. There was a "hiss" sound, and I picked up the electric mosquito swatter with a grimace and took a look. The mosquito was lying there obediently with its legs in the air, but my arm was also numb.

I happily raised my electric mosquito swatter and cheered: "I win! I win!" I sat down and could enjoy the chicken soup in peace. I picked up the bowl and glanced at it, I couldn't help but be stunned. , the mosquito was shocked and fell into the chicken soup. 2. The end of the composition describing actions

One day after I swatted mosquitoes, my parents went out, and they prepared a bowl of delicious chicken soup for me.

I was about to enjoy it when I suddenly heard an annoying "buzzing" sound, and then several big bumps appeared on my legs, which made me restless and itchy. "Hmph, you little mosquito, I'm going to make you pay with blood!" I was so angry that I looked around and found that the mosquito was parked on the wall. I used "Heart-Breaking Palm" on the mosquito. , due to excessive force, the pain made me scream "wow".

Unexpectedly, this mosquito responded quickly and had already escaped from danger. It flew to the curtain and began to sing a song "buzzingly", as if saying to me proudly: "Come on, come on." You want to catch me? No way!" I thought about it and decided to use the trick: "Eighteen Mosquito Drops", "Hey! Hey!" I slashed at the soft curtains, but the mosquitoes were gone. trace. At this time, I rolled my eyes and decided to upgrade the weapon.

I took out a fly swatter and held it in my hand, patrolling the room, and soon found him parked in the corner. I sneered: "Little mosquito, you want to hide in the dark, your death has come!" "I picked up the fly swatter and hit the mosquitoes with a bang. Alas, it's a pity that it escaped again.

I had to inspect the whole house again, including the kitchen, bedroom, and living room, and turned around three times, but there was no sign of it. I was so tired that I sat down and thought: take a rest first and then look for it again! I picked up the chicken soup and was about to take a sip to replenish my energy when another "buzzing" sound came from my ears. I put down the bowl, stood up, and glanced around, and the "buzzing" sound immediately disappeared without a trace.

After a few iterations, I came up with another idea, upgraded my weapon again, and got an electric mosquito swatter.

Haha, mosquitoes can feel people's body temperature and breathing. I rolled up my sleeves and trouser legs, and used the "bitter meat trick" to lure the mosquito into the trap! After a while, just when I couldn't bear it any longer, the mosquito unexpectedly landed on my left arm silently. I calmly and gently used the electric mosquito swatter with my right hand and swung it towards my left arm. There was a "hiss" sound, and I picked up the electric mosquito swatter with a grimace and took a look. The mosquito was lying there obediently with its legs in the air, but my arm was also numb.

I happily raised my electric mosquito swatter and cheered: "I win! I win!" I sat down and could enjoy the chicken soup in peace. I picked up the bowl and glanced at it, I couldn't help but be stunned. , the mosquito was shocked and fell into the chicken soup. 3. The beginning of a composition describing actions

A composition describing actions

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 earthy. 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. 4. Describe the beginning and end of the action

I wish you a happy life and hope to adopt it.

Action description method "Dang, Dang, Dang..." The wall clock rang, and her little head stretched out from the bed to look, it was 7 o'clock, it was still early, and the little head slowly retracted into the bed. . After a while, grandma started to call her: "Get up quickly, the sun is shining." At this time, she got up lazily. Do you know who she is? She is me.

Implicit ending method It is still raining pattering outside. Is God laughing at my failure? Suddenly, several fluffy chicks appeared in my field of vision. They walked along the underside of the eaves, poking their heads out from time to time. Occasionally, they stretched their yellow little paws into the puddles to play. They were so cute. I couldn't help but laugh, looking at the rain that was gradually stopping, I thought, it will definitely be a sunny day tomorrow

From: First Quotes Network Original URL: 5. Narrative composition, the best narrative composition is action description and Good ending

Click the mouse of time, and the beautiful pictures of junior high school life will appear on the screen of my memory.

This is my junior high school life, with tension and relaxation, laughter and tears. (My junior high school life is a piece of music with joyful notes jumping, and a picture page with brilliant colors.)

The past is like the river reflected by the setting sun, always picking up the shining colors and keeping them in my heart. .

The past is like the river reflected by the setting sun. I pick up the shining colors and treasure them in my heart.

In the fifteen years I have gone through, I have been moved again and again when my needs have been met again and again. Here, I can only take one or two shots from life to praise people's love and express my gratitude.

As I was moved again and again, I realized that by giving our love to others when they need it most, we ourselves will also be happy. This "most need" may not necessarily be big sometimes, but "every little bit always matters."

If everyone contributes what others need most, the world will become a beautiful world. Love is a ray of sunshine in winter, which dispels the biting frost; love is a sweet rain after a long drought, nourishing the cracked heart; love is a beacon in the ocean, pointing out the hope of new life.

Let us all take action and bring love to others┉ Believe that as long as everyone gives a share of love, the world will become a beautiful world. Thanks to that sycamore leaf that never falls, it allowed me to find the true meaning of life.

I turned around suddenly and looked over there, ah! On the old branch, a leaf as red as fire is exuding its vitality. It seems to read: "Pessimist of life, do you look forward? The road is walked by yourself┉ I am excited The ground is crying, yes! Life depends on courage and careful creation by oneself┉If I were a bird, I would remember the nest where I was born; if I were a sapling, I could not forget the land that nourished me; if I were a The rivers and the snowy plateau have become imprints in my memory; if ┉ no matter what I am, no matter how I exist, I can forget everything around me, and even abandon myself, but there is one thing that cannot be annihilated - That is reward. To sublimate it, it is a kind of responsibility, and it requires people to help others turn the tide in times of crisis, and to teach others with benefits in times of peace. This is the true meaning of reward.

Bitter coffee is something that I fell in love with in a short period of time. It made me feel the true meaning of life. After tasting bitter coffee again and again, I finally understood: bitter coffee not only brought me * **, it also makes me know that bitterness can also bring happiness to people.

Only by knowing the bitterness can we cherish the sweetness after suffering! Avoid the bitterness, and cherish the deep sweetness after the bitterness, which brings us happiness. The relationship of blood is thicker than water, no sweet words are needed to maintain it, only mutual respect

As long as I am. I respect her and she respects me. This happiness and this feeling will never change. "I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need to be big┉" Every time I hear this touching song, I can't help but be filled with emotion. .

In fact, what happened in our family is the same story? I seem to see the injured bird being caressed by my relatives!

"Friends go together for life, those days will no longer exist, one sentence, a lifetime, a glass of wine, a lifetime of love┉" Zhou Huajian's song rang in my ears, "Friends go together for life, those days will no longer exist, one sentence. Words, a lifetime, a glass of wine, a lifetime of love┉" Junior high school life has come to an end, but the love of friends lasts a lifetime, a lifetime┉forever┉forever┉(Who said that friends are a lifelong concern; in fact, a lifelong concern Your people are friends. )

Home is a feeling. It is a square of blue sky, a set of simple tables and chairs, and a fertile soil full of vitality┉I am like a small boat leaning on the gentleness. A harbor of tolerance, feeling the tranquility and serenity alone┉ I was walking on the way home, the autumn rain was pouring down, and the slightest drizzle was flowing down the river, adding a bit of desolation to my already a little depressed heart. . I thought: At that moment, the happiness in my heart was incomprehensible to others.

The charming stars in the blue night sky seemed to be telling a beautiful story in the dark blue night. A bright moon hung in the sky, reflecting the sparse stars.

I saw three stars shining brightly on the bank of the Milky Way. In my heart, it was no longer an ancient and beautiful legend. , I felt that it was my father who was holding my mother and me. Everything is external, only family affection and love are the real eternity. The moonlight is beautiful, the moon casts a faint yellow halo, and the trees seem to have drunk the pleasant moonlight wine, reflecting their own shadows on the wall. Swaying slightly in the wind.

I will never forget the cooperation of the three of us as a family on summer nights: light, with a hint of freshness, refreshing, with a coolness ┉ To this day, the tree is still independent outside my window ┉ Outside the window, that The tree swayed gently in the wind, like a green dress dancing, dancing with vitality and eternal philosophy, and the specks of light on the desk moved me all the time: a persistent life is beautiful after all. Goethe once said: "The broadest thing in the world is the ocean. What is broader than the ocean is the sky. What is broader than the sky is the human mind."

When a person is very poor and has nothing, as long as he He has a tolerant and benevolent heart, which is not only able to do these, but perhaps more. "There may be many people worthy of your appreciation in life, but the one you should appreciate most should be yourself." I remember the first time When I read this sentence, I had no idea what it meant until I understood a side of my father that few people know.

I finally understood the sentence I had read before: "There may be many people worthy of your appreciation in life, but the one you should appreciate most should be yourself." After the sudden enlightenment, I want to Shout to the world: "I appreciate myself the most."

Ending: Borrowing an advertising slogan to end: Taste with your heart, life is full of flavor. I suddenly felt something warm about to flow from my eyes, and I quickly turned my face to the window.

At this time, I saw that the gardenias had begun to fall inadvertently. I knew that inadvertently, I had been deeply moved by the beauty of life, because: Gardenia petals were falling. Flying, my tears are also flying! (1) Opening Techniques Some people say that a good opening is half the success of a composition, and it can be seen from this. 6. Describe the beginning and end of the action

I wish you a happy life and hope to adopt it.

Action description method "Dang, Dang, Dang..." The wall clock rang, and her little head stretched out from the bed to look, it was 7 o'clock, it was still early, and the little head slowly retracted into the bed. . After a while, grandma started to call her: "Get up quickly, the sun is shining.

"At this time, she got up lazily. Do you know who she is? She is me.

Implicit ending method It is still raining pattering outside. Is God laughing at my failure? Suddenly, several fluffy chicks appeared in my field of vision. They walked along the underside of the eaves, poking their heads out from time to time. Occasionally, they stretched their yellow little paws into the puddles to play. They were so cute. I couldn't help laughing, looking at the rain that was gradually stopping, I thought, it must be a sunny day tomorrow. From: First Quotations Network Original website:. 7. The end of the essay describing my mother’s demeanor, actions, and language

My father is good at everything, but he has one bad habit—he loves to drink.

One evening my father said to my mother and me: "I'm going to have a wedding reception with a colleague and I'll be back soon." My mother agreed, and my father packed up neatly and was ready to go out. Seeing my dad dressed up handsomely, I teased him: "Dad is so stinky..." Dad was so angry that his beard stood tall and said, "I'll settle the score with you when I get back."

At about nine o'clock in the evening, I suddenly heard a "dong, dong, dong" knock on the door. My mother opened the door, and a strong smell of alcohol hit her nostrils. Dad's face was red, his eyes were hazy with drunkenness, he was swaying from side to side, and he staggered into the house. With a satisfied smile on his face, he raised his hand and said loudly: "Hi, I - I - Are you waiting for me?" I said, "Dad, you are drunk. According to our prior agreement, you will be fined." He looked at me with red eyes like a rabbit and said, "Money?" "I gave all the money to my daughter and her mother. The money is gone. You--you can do whatever you want!" I rolled my eyes at him, feeling angry and funny when I saw him like this, but he was still shouting loudly. Singing songs, it was so noisy. It took a lot of effort for my mother and I to help him into the bedroom and let him lie down and sleep.

Just as my mother and I were watching TV and watching the most exciting part, there was a "crash" in the bedroom. After hearing the sound, my mother and I ran into the bedroom quickly, and saw my father taking the drink. I vomited out all the wine and food. It was everywhere on the floor and on the body, and the whole house became smelly. My mother and I covered our noses with our hands and pulled my father to the toilet to wash away the vomit on his clothes. As a result, the water was too big and it rushed to my father's face. He was woken up and asked hurriedly: "What is that?" Is it so smelly?” My mother and I couldn’t laugh or cry after hearing this.

Do you think my father is a standard drunkard? Alas, I wonder when it will take my father to get rid of this bad habit of drinking.

Supplement:

My mother is very weird. Her mood is good and bad! I love and hate it at the same time! Now let me introduce it to you!

After the final exam this year, I came home and shouted: "YEAR, the test paper is terrible, 100 points in math and 100 points in English are no problem!" My mother was very happy, squinting her eyes and said: " Hey, our son is so smart now that the final exam papers are easy." We came to the restaurant excitedly, oh, the dishes are all good today! There are: braised beef, stir-fried shredded pork with eggplant. Tomato scrambled eggs…and my favorite tomato omelette soup. We sat down and finished our meal happily. After my mother finished eating: "You behave well, go up and play on the computer!" "God be merciful!

I went up to play for less than 20 minutes when the teacher's call came. "Mei Yefan Chinese language is 98 points, mathematics is 97 points, and English is also 97 points. "What? He also said that he would get 100 points in two subjects. He was bragging!" "My mother was furious after hearing this. "But he is second in Chinese! "The teacher said. My mother was in a better mood, and I felt relieved. "The Chinese language is good, I am about seventh in mathematics, and I am about fourth in English, which is not bad! "The teacher said again. My mother was absolutely furious now. She walked up to me and yelled at me with her eyes wide open: "What? You only got 97 points in math and English? After a few minutes, she patted my head again and said, "Forget it!" Not bad! "I was very angry. Why is 97 points not good? How much is good? She called ZHF's mother and asked: "Is she a substitute sister? How many points did Longlong score? "Not very good, 95 in Chinese, 98 in English, and 98.5 in mathematics." My mother hung up the phone angrily and said to me: "Longlong got 98 and 98.5 in the exam, which are both higher than you." "I was very angry, and this time I was furious. Why compare scores? Is there any benefit to comparing scores? Now I can be said to be 'I dare to be angry but dare not speak out'! Mom’s weird temper makes people both love and hate her!

Mom’s mood is so changeable, hey. She has a weird temper, which is bad luck for me! 8. 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 walked in unexpectedly. 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 also 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 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. 9. A composition about an incident (action description, expression, psychological description, beautiful beginning and end)

An endless sweater

Dead leaves rustling in the autumn wind. Ah, another year. Dear mother leaves her beloved daughter for another year. Recalling my mother, I felt a sense of regret in my heart. I felt that I was sorry for my mother who loved me so much.

That was last year when my mother fell ill and was hospitalized. At that time, my mother's illness had reached an advanced stage, but I asked my mother to knit me a sweater just to look good. Mom raised her head from the hospital bed and said with difficulty: "Ning'er, I'm sorry, Mom can't knit for you now. You also know Mom's condition..." Besides, my family has spent a lot of money on my treatment. You buy wool, I'm afraid. . "Okay, okay, don't let Zhi pull you." I know you want to keep the money to buy yourself something to eat. "I interrupted my mother rudely. At this time, I saw in the mirror that the corners of my mother's mouth twitched a few times, her head sank, and she was lying on the hospital bed again.

I gave birth to my mother. I was so angry that I deliberately didn't go to the hospital to visit her. My father came back from the hospital and said that my mother wanted to see me, so I went to the hospital reluctantly, but I never expected that this would be the last time I saw her. Mom. I came to the hospital to see my mother. I couldn't believe it was my mother lying on the hospital bed. I saw her short, dull hair, surrounded by a haggard, sallow face, and her eyes were tightly closed, and her eyes were dry and cracked. Her lips, oozing with blood, kept shouting vaguely: "Ning'er, Ning'er, my child. "Seeing this, I couldn't help but threw myself into my mother's arms and shouted: "Mom, I was wrong, please forgive me! "There was a gleam of light in the eyes of my mother Weiwei when she opened her eyes.

When I heard the bad news about her death in the hospital, I rushed to the hospital quickly... But, it was too late... I threw myself at my mother's eyes. My uncle and aunt lifted me away, and I struggled, tears pouring down like a floodgate.

At this time, a young nurse came over holding an unfinished sweater. Ask me: "Are you Ning Ning?" This is ***'s mother before she dies. . At this point, she wiped her tears with her hands and continued, "This is the yarn she asked me to buy with the money she saved." She knitted day and night. At night, when I was doing my rounds, she always hid the sweater under her pillow. But I finally discovered it. She begged me not to confiscate the sweater and said it was what she left for you. Birthday souvenir. . Whenever the pain was unbearable, she would always look at the unfinished sweater beside her pillow and treat the pain with a smile. . "When the nurse said this, she could say no more. I took the sweater and held it tightly in my arms. Looking at the unfinished sweater, I felt extremely regretful. I turned around and rushed towards my mother's body. .

"Mom, open your eyes and look at your daughter! "I cried desperately, but my mother lay there quietly. No matter how much I cried, she could no longer hear me.