My head teacher has a pair of watery eyes, a pair of thin eyebrows, a sensitive nose and a glib red mouth. There is a smiling face on the round face.
My head teacher is Miss Luo, who has taught us for four years. She is serious and responsible for us. She is a good teacher. She knows her homework and scrawled handwriting like the back of her hand. For example, a classmate's scrawled handwriting lets Mr. Luo know who he is without looking at his name.
Teacher Luo treats each of our classmates like his own children, or as the saying goes, "One day as a teacher, one will always be a mother."
I remember once, when I was in Class 1 {3}, Teacher Luo asked us to do our homework. In the process of writing homework, I was just about to ask Teacher Luo to tell me that I was called "Mom" as soon as I made a noise. The whole class was laughing at me. At that time, I thought to myself: Hey, why did you call Teacher Luo "Mom" again? However, Teacher Luo really looks like my mother.
I still can't forget it. Maybe Teacher Luo has forgotten it, but I will never forget it.
People often compare teachers to gardeners, watering brilliant flowers with their hard sweat.
Teacher Luo, I will remember what you taught me, and I will certainly understand what you taught me.
My former teacher.
He is neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor low, and his skin is a little dark. But people are very energetic. There are two small and clever eyes under the thick black eyebrows. This is my teacher. He is also the most innovative teacher I have ever seen!
He first reformed classroom teaching and never let us be "bookworms". He led us to study, analyze and think, and let us ride on the horse of imagination and gallop on the runway of knowledge. Whoever has a new proposal will take the lead in applauding him. I think: this is better than imposing knowledge on us. If you fill it hard, won't it become a bottle? How can I become the master of the future? Then how can you make fragrant honey?
He makes students make friends with books. Wandering in the sea of books. Let students know that books are the source of knowledge. He requires students to read for at least one hour every day. He taught us to think while reading, to extract beautiful words and phrases, to hold "story meetings" regularly and to hold speech contests, all of which gave our eloquence a good exercise!
He often said that writing a composition is inseparable from life. He often leads us to feel and understand life. Take us into a vast world, understand and appreciate nature, and integrate beautiful nature into our composition!
He is my teacher. His appearance is not surprising, but he is an innovative and approachable teacher!
2. Describe people's compositions in 500 words with various description methods. My old father, my favorite person, the world is very sweet, only you. . "Every time I hear this song" Father ",I can't help thinking of my father. He is a very kind person and I admire him most. He was, is and will be.
My father was born as a farmer. Because his family was poor when he was a child, he couldn't go to high school. Instead, I was admitted to a normal school and later became a middle school teacher. Dad is a very responsible person for his work. His love is always divided into two parts, one for students and the other for our family. At the critical moment, our love is still "unworthy". With a good teacher like Dad, his students will always be the first. There is a naughty student in my father's class. He doesn't want to study in the middle of reading. He is going out to work. Maybe my father thinks highly of this student. He visited his home several times, took the student to school, reasoned with him and told him to study hard. Finally, the student was admitted to a good university, and now he is the head teacher of a key class in senior three of a middle school. He visits his father every year and calls himself a "teacher". Sometimes I ask my father, "You have been teaching for so many years, why are you still enthusiastic?" My father said to me seriously: "lev tolstoy once said,' If a person has no enthusiasm, he will accomplish nothing, and the basis of enthusiasm is responsibility.' You got it? "It took me a long time to react and nodded.
In his spare time after work, my father always stays with our family. When I was young, other girls of my age learned to dance, play the piano, practice calligraphy, and had family education, while I only liked to play with sand and run around barefoot. My mother watched those children of the same age go home with prizes and enjoy them alone ... but my father said happily to me, "Baby, those children are not as happy as you, so let's not learn those things?" ! "I nodded happily and said," Yes, we don't want to learn. Those things are not fun, hehe. "When I was a child, my father never forced me to do something I didn't like, and now it is the same. Therefore, I had a very happy childhood without academic pressure, thanks to my father.
By the second day of junior high school, I began to enter adolescence, and my mood was very unstable and I began to rebel. So I made some mistakes at school, and they were very serious mistakes. At that time, my dad hit me because he couldn't figure out how my daughter, who had been a good girl, became like this. I am his only hope! But I, who was not sensible, actually blamed my father at that time and thought he was unreasonable. Later, my father talked to me and said, "You can't do this. Do you know why people live? People live to bring happiness to others, and if you make mistakes in school and don't study hard, it will bring trouble to your teachers, make your relatives feel sad and make your classmates look at you with new eyes. This is not good. Dad shouldn't have hit you that day, and he was angry. You are my only hope. Don't let me down on you. I know you blame dad now, but which parent in the world doesn't love their children? Dad loves you so much, I hope you succeed! " Only then did I realize my ignorance and ignorance.
This is my father. He is different from other fathers. He dares to express his love for his daughter. He is responsible, and I think he is the best father in the world. When I started in the vast ocean of knowledge, accompanied by my father all the way, I stumbled on the bumpy road of knowledge, and my father's generous chest always healed me. Father's love is selfless and father's love is priceless!
3. Character description composition, using two description methods to describe characters is one of the essential basic writing in primary school composition, and many parents don't know how to coach the character description in primary school composition. In fact, any writing has certain skills. When writing a narrative, people and things are inseparable. The most crucial step is to be able to recognize the requirements of the topic. How to write a good narrative describing characters? Then this article is aimed at how to help primary school students learn to write characters.
Writing a sequel related to characters does not require writing as complete as writing a narrative. Things run through the whole article, and the writer's narrative describes the characters through one event or several events.
First of all, the writer passes one thing.
To describe a character through things, things are generally used to highlight and express a certain quality or personality characteristics of the character. Describe the characters in many ways by their appearance, words, movements and psychology. Highlighting the typical, the so-called typical, is something that can fully express the characters' thoughts and show the good ideological quality of the characters to the fullest.
Second, write people through many things.
To write about a person through a few things is to use many things to reflect a person's quality, but the narrative of things should be complete, and the development of things should be clearly written, such as time, place, people, the cause, process and result of the event. You can also describe a character through the cross-narration of several things. However, we should also describe the appearance, behavior, words and psychology of the characters in detail to highlight their qualities.
Third, how to portray the characters.
In the narrative process, the description of characters can best represent their thoughts and feelings, personality characteristics, language features, movements and psychological activities, that is, the portrayal of characters. 1. Portrait description is described by features such as appearance, expression, clothing, posture and tone. The way to reveal a person's character is that the appearance of the character is closely related to the inner world of the character. Through the description of appearance, characters can leave a deep impression on readers. 2. Language description is both a dialogue and a monologue. Dialogue is a dialogue between two or more people; Monologue refers to the self-dialogue of the characters. The most expressive activity of a character is language, which plays an important role in expressing the character's thought and character. Personalized language, let people know who is in charge through voice.
Have you learned how to help writing in primary school composition? In addition to the above two points, there is also a description of the psychology and behavior of the characters. In short, we should learn to grasp the characteristics. By clearly expressing these characteristics in words, the characters and their qualities in the article will leave an unforgettable impression on readers.
4. Write a composition with the method of character description. After spending 300 words together for half a year, I learned not only physical knowledge, but also valuable social knowledge. At the same time, it also gave me a new understanding of myself. If someone asks me if I hate you, I will say' hate' without hesitation. Because you gave me too much criticism and almost no praise. I don't think my study is particularly excellent, but at least it's good (in all subjects). The criticism I got from other teachers is only one fiftieth of yours, and many of them are euphemistic, hitting the nail on the head, stinging people's hearts and making them want to cry.
Is it only by burning the bridge, putting life and death at risk, and then accepting the challenge, can the tree grow into a talent? In fact, the teacher's criticism is 90% right, and 10% is far-fetched. Aside from these complicated factors, let's talk about something I think is important. The second is to meet each other late; If I can get in touch with you earlier, I think I will want to mature and develop as soon as possible, and I can also hear you tell a' beautiful' life as soon as possible, and I can purify and develop myself as soon as possible. To put it bluntly, to associate with you is to eat bitter gourd, bitter before sweet, or to sum it up in Cheng Pu's words, "to associate with you is like drinking good wine, and you will be intoxicated unconsciously."
I have said a lot about your advantages, but I also want to point out your shortcomings. After all, gold is not enough, and no one is perfect! Sometimes you talk too much or criticize others, which hurts your self-esteem. Although the starting point is good, it can't be accepted with a relaxed and happy attitude, and it may even make people feel a lot of strong resentment against you. Of course, I have, but now I just laugh it off.
5. Write a composition with characters. My cousin's name is Yang Yang, and she just turned three this year.
She is fat and short, not as high as my shoulders. Her face is round, and there is a small round mole between two thin and long eyebrows.
Whenever someone asks about this mole, she will naively say, "This is called a beauty mole." Although her eyes are small, they are full of spirit.
A small mouth smiles sweetly, which is really pleasing. She loves beauty very much.
My mother bought her a pair of small leather shoes during the Spring Festival. Blink of an eye, she opened the shoe box, took out her leather shoes and put them on her feet.
After putting it on, she also learned to walk around the room with her hands behind her back and her head held high like an adult. Her swagger made everyone laugh.
Seeing us laughing, she couldn't help laughing.
6. How to write the teacher's smile into 350 words in three ways of character description?
The water flowed away like that, just like those years slipped away in the blink of an eye ... Three years of primary school life is coming to an end, and it's time to draw a full stop and write down a new course. In my eyes, primary school life is like a cup of green tea, with too many inexhaustible fragrance. ...
There is a smile that I will never forget. Every time I think about it, I seem to be back in the second grade. The math teacher in grade two is very tall. I looked at her as if she were looking at a mountain peak. Her little eyes are full of excitement and her imagination is serious. Her searchlight eyes always catch some radical "terrorists" in the class and stare at Yin. I feel a little uneasy. The first time I saw Teacher Yin, I thought she was fierce. I stole a look and ran away. After class, Teacher Yin seems to have changed his face. She has an amiable face and plays with her classmates, which is really a bit like a big sister. Out of an instinctive awe of the teacher, I have never been close to Mr. Yin. Sometimes I see her narrowed eyes, grinning, with sweet dimples printed on it.
Once after class, I sat in my seat fiddling with something. She came down from the podium, sat down beside me and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?" I replied cautiously, "No, nothing." She smiled again, her eyes seemed to bend into a line. I was shocked. She took out her exercise book from my schoolbag, turned over a few pages, pointed to an a- under the homework and asked me, "Do you know all these questions? Why can't you do something wrong? Be careful in the future and let your mother call me at night! " Say that finish, she bent her eyes again, smiled, got up and left. Did I do something wrong? Want to make a phone call? I'm a little depressed. Is my performance really that bad? My heart seems to be crushed by a boulder, and I have been in a state of loss all day. When I got home, I asked my mother to call. She was a little surprised and upset, but she called anyway. My mother kept walking around the room while talking on the phone, as if talking face to face, and her hands danced a few times from time to time. My eyes followed her footsteps, the call was coming to an end, my breathing became more and more urgent, and my forehead was a little sweaty. I hung up the phone. I didn't say anything. Obviously, the teacher didn't criticize me, but I always felt twisted in my heart. When I was lying in bed, I closed my eyes and my mind was full of teacher Yin's smile. After that, I got a lot of A's. When I looked up, I saw a smile with two dimples. ...
Later, when I changed teachers, I seldom saw that smile again. When I was in the sixth grade, I saw Teacher Yin again. Maybe she doesn't remember me, but she will be imprinted on my mind forever. I sincerely and gratefully smiled at Mr. Yin and greeted him: "Mr. Yin!" Teacher Yin turned around and nodded to me with a smile, as if it had been an hour ... Teacher Yin changed a lot, and her shawl long hair became ear-length short hair, and she was not as tall as before. The only thing that hasn't changed is her encouraging smile ...
This seems to have more than 500 words.
7. The person I know best wrote 400 words by describing the characters, my silly mother.
My mother is the chef in our family. She is also a big fool and often makes mistakes.
I remember one time, my mother was reading while cooking. She was so fascinated that she forgot the food, which was burnt. Later, she changed all the salt, sugar, soy sauce and vinegar. My dad and I will suffer at that time. This dish is sour, sweet, bitter and salty. But mom still ate with relish. Another time, my mother went out to buy oil, and I asked her to buy me a 50-yuan book, Walking Behind Celebrities. Who knows, after shopping, my mother chatted with friends in the store for an hour, but she left the paid oil and books on the ground and came back empty-handed. I don't know what happened! I'm so angry! Once again, my mother went to the market to buy food, but she got up late, tied her hair and dressed casually, and hurried to the market by bike. At this time, my father came out and said, "It won't take 10 seconds, she will definitely come back." I'm a little confused: isn't mom out? Why is dad so sure? But I still secretly counted 10 in my mind. When I counted to 10, my mother really came back by bike. When I took a closer look, it turned out that my mother was wearing mandarin duck shoes! I burst into laughter, and my mother also laughed: "I'm so stupid, why can't I even wear my shoes well!" " "So my mother quickly changed her shoes and began to drive to the market again. ...
Although my mother is stupid, I like my stupid mother very much. I love her more than anyone in the world.
8. I want to write a story by describing people. I dragged my tired body down from Bath and walked home along the sidewalk.
When I came to the door of the elevator, I slammed the elevator button, hoping that the elevator would come down early, but I waited for a long time and didn't see the elevator coming down. The original elevator didn't work again, so I climbed to the tenth floor with a full stomach. I kept cooing as I climbed. Pushing open the door, I found my sister sitting in the guest room, with twenty or thirty pieces of paper lying on the table and scraps of paper all over the floor.
As soon as she saw me come in, she picked up a piece of paper and showed it to me with a big smile: "Sister, sister, do you think my lion is cut like it?" I really want to tell her not to shout. I'm not in the mood to play with her, but when I look closely, the paper is full of letters and formulas. What a nice face! See again, "ah! You are going to die! " I shouted: "You take my math as a career to cut paper!" " "Last night, I stayed up all night, finished 20 math problems and forgot to put them away. My sister thought it was waste paper and used it to cut all kinds of animals! I am already full of passion. Before my eyes, I saw that my heart and blood had turned into a pile of waste paper, adding fuel to the fire. My sister called me, knowing that something was wrong, and I escaped by luck. I was so angry that I lost my mind and chased my sister, so they chased each other in the guest room.
Finally, my sister ran to the door, opened the door and prepared to run away. Just then, I grabbed her in one hand, pulled into the door, and slammed the door. Unexpectedly, my sister suddenly cried miserably. I looked intently, but no, my sister's finger was caught in the door. I opened the door at once, at a loss.
Just then, my mother came back. She immediately took her sister to a medical student and left me alone in the house.
That's when I woke up. I really didn't expect that I would be so rude to my sister who loves me so much. Where is my love? What if Sister Guo's finger is broken because of this? I regret it. I hope nothing will happen to my sister. After a long time, my mother and sister finally came back. The doctor gave her an injection to relieve the pain and took an X-ray. Now the problem is not big.
I want to apologize to my sister, but she seems to have forgotten what happened and complained to me, "Sister, the injection hurts!" " "Well sister is ok, but I will feel guilty for a lifetime. It was a midsummer night. I went downstairs for a walk and met my former good friend Wu Wenbin.
We haven't seen each other for a long time, and we had a good chat as soon as we met. Chatting, he suddenly asked me; "Mao Mao, how many push-ups can you do?" I shook my head and said, "I don't know."
Before I finished, he got up on the ground and said, "I can do more than 20 things." You must do more than me. " Soon after he finished speaking, he stood up and said, "One * * * has made 25, so try it."
I have no choice but to bite the bullet and do it. You know, I'm not good at sports because I'm too fat.
I was on the ground, and I didn't do five things, so I lost. Wu Wenbin saw it and said, "I didn't expect you to make five. I think you are great. " ! "Hearing this, I blush to the neck. If there are cracks in the ground, I'd like to go in, but it's impossible.
When I got home, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I thought to myself, he can do 25, why can't I? Am I dumber than him? No, it's impossible! I am by no means more stupid than him, but I practice less than him.
Yes, I must work hard to surpass him. So from that day on, I made up my mind to do five push-ups every day. In a day or two, with the increase of days, gradually, gradually, I can do more than 30 at a time.
After a period of hard exercise, I can already do more than 40. A year passed quickly, and on a midsummer night, I saw Wu Wenbin again in the same place.
I offered to compete in push-ups. He said yes everywhere.
He did it first, or he did 25. After that, he looked at me triumphantly and said to me as if he were laughing, can you do so much? Now it's my turn. I think of that night a year ago and the price I paid for my efforts. I can't help feeling refreshed. Suddenly, an unknown force broke out and made 50 in one breath.
When I finished, I found that Wu Wenbin was tired. It was a long time before he came to his senses and stupidly asked me, "How can you be so great?" I smiled and replied, "Thank you.
If you hadn't touched my strong heart, how could I train so hard to surpass you? ""Oh, I see ... "He said with a wry smile. This is something I want to tell you.
In fact, I am also very competitive in other aspects, which is why I always win. This is me, a strong person.
9. How to explain the numbers? Write a composition and write about the characteristics or qualities of people around you. There are many unknown people around me, all working tirelessly in their posts. And the person I admire most is the cleaner.
This is a hot summer. I don't know where the bird is hiding; Plants and trees hang their heads; The puppy was so hot that it stuck out its tongue and kept panting. Cicada kept making annoying calls on the branches, as if cheering for the scorching sun. On the still wicker, the cicada lies motionless. In the dreary air, its cry seems to keep saying: hot _ hot.
At noon that day, I went to the canteen to buy an ice cream and threw the wrapping paper on the ground. At this moment, a cleaner happened to walk in front of him. She pushed the garbage truck and waved to me in the distance, as if to say, "Hong Kong is my home, and cleaning depends on everyone. Please don't litter, ok? " I looked at her carefully, short and chubby, wearing a blue uniform that seemed to have faded, as if it were their eternal symbol. A little dark skin reveals a healthy breath, and the deep wrinkles on the forehead seem to have been weathered by years. There is a shallow smile on his face, which, like sunshine, brings light to the dark heart; That smile is like rain and dew, nourishing the dry heart; That smile is like a breeze, bringing freshness to the noisy crowd; That smile is like a flower, which brings fragrance to the complicated world and makes us feel the warmth of the world. What I can't forget most are those eyes full of infinite hope and love for life. There is no complaint about life in those eyes, and there is no helplessness to life. They just quietly seem to be their vocation. Holding a broom tightly in her hand, I don't know how many times she changed it, and closely following the garbage truck that seems to be her property forever. When cleaning, the bent waist seems to be like a stone arch bridge leading to a happy future, strong and generous, so I can't help picking up the wrapping paper and throwing it into the trash can.
I praise the cleaner. Without them, the city would not be clean and tidy. However, some people think that their work is despicable, but their hearts are noble!