1. A 600-word composition about going to the market should include scenes of buying and selling, as well as psychological descriptions

After school this afternoon, when my mother and I passed by the Xiqiao Fuqian Supermarket, I asked Looking south, wow, there are so many people on the Second Ring Road. You can’t see the beginning to the south, and you can’t see the end to the north.

My mother honked the car horn hard, but to no avail, so she had to get out of the car and walk. Despite this, people are still coming from all directions.

There is a white-haired old lady, a gray-haired grandfather with a childlike face, and a lively and cute child... I asked my mother in confusion: "Mom, what day is it today? Why are there so many?" "People?" Mom said with a smile: "There is a market here today." "What is a market?" "A market is where people keep some things at home and then sell them on the market day." I can use the money to buy the things I want.”

After hearing this, I pestered my mother to go shopping with me. My mother couldn’t resist me, so she nodded and agreed. I was secretly happy, now I could feast my eyes on it.

The market was even more crowded. Men, women, old and young, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, push and push; not to mention carrying burdens, pushing bicycles, even carrying baskets through the market is very difficult.

The cries of vendors, the sound of knives and spoons on food stalls, and the sound of music from radio speakers merged into one. All the people who came together were shouting as hard as they could, otherwise they would lose contact.

The streets are filled with stalls from the street to the end of the street. There are those selling clothes, some selling various farm tools used by farmers, some selling flower seeds and saplings, some cakes, some department stores, and all kinds of toys for children... It's dazzling to see.

Even the air is filled with the tempting aroma of fried dough sticks, pancakes, steamed buns, wontons... The sellers strongly recommended their own goods, while the customers who bought goods looked around and picked out their favorite goods, and the sound of bargaining was endless.

Of course, children go to the market to eat and drink. Each child holds a variety of food in their hands, including mutton skewers, candied haws, marshmallows... following closely behind the adults. I also bought back two composition books, a badminton and a pair of badminton rackets.

The harvest from going to the market this time is really big! Since it was getting late, I had to reluctantly follow my mother home, looking back three times as I walked. 2. Learn to (buy groceries). A 400-word essay describing psychological activities

One morning, my mother said to me: "Mom has something to do today. Go and buy some groceries for her." After saying that, she took something out of her bag. He handed me a five-yuan bill.

I thought to myself: This is a difficult task! I have never bought groceries, what should I do? Should I accept it or not? But there has been no smile on my mother's face these days. Where has her smile gone? As a son, I want to help her find her smile. Thinking of this, I readily agreed to her and ran to the vegetable market.

There are so many dishes here! There are cucumbers, cabbage, green vegetables, radishes... so many that it dazzles me. There are so many vegetables, what should I buy? If you look at this, you’ll want to buy it, if you look at that, you’ll want to buy it too. I looked around and finally stopped at a vegetable stall.

I walked over and looked at the vegetables. They were green and tender, but the price was a bit expensive. It cost one yuan and fifty cents to buy a pound. At this time, I remembered the ‘three steps’ of bargaining that my mother usually taught me. This method is divided into three steps. The first step is to talk about the shortcomings of the vegetables to be bought, so that the vegetable seller feels that his vegetables cannot be sold at such a high price, thereby achieving the purpose of reducing the price. I thought about it and said, "Auntie, look, there are traces of insect bites on your vegetables. There is so much water that it weighs heavily on the scale. You can sell it to me cheaper, one yuan per catty." !” I thought to myself: It depends on what you say. Unexpectedly, she said: "Child, if the vegetables are bitten by insects, it means that the vegetables have not been treated with pesticides. If you don't add some water, the vegetables will wither. How will I sell them? To be honest, I This is already a very low price, so let me give you one yuan and three cents per catty.”

I think, if the first step doesn’t work, it’s time to use the second step. The second step is to say that you only have so much money, making the vegetable seller feel that no matter what you say, it is useless. So, I took the second step. I said to her: "Auntie, I only have one yuan. That's all you have anyway. Sell it to me for one yuan." To my surprise, her eyes were so powerful. She had already seen how much money I had in my hand. See clearly. She said to me: "Kid, you clearly have five yuan in your hand, why do you say you only have one yuan?"

The second step doesn't work either, but don't worry, my third step is everything. of. The third step is: I don’t buy it. I said to the aunt: "Aunt, one yuan per catty, if you don't sell it, forget it, I won't buy it." After saying that, I turned around and walked back. When the aunt saw that I didn't buy it, she panicked: A buyer finally came and left. She immediately said to me: "Kid, do you want to buy it for one yuan and twenty cents per catty?" I ignored her, and she hurriedly said: "One yuan." Seeing that I still ignored her, she said, "Just one yuan for one yuan. I’m so happy to go home after selling out. This method is really effective.

The aunt weighed the vegetables, I paid and went home happily with a bag of vegetables. My mother smiled sweetly when she saw that the vegetables I bought were cheap, green and tender.

This grocery shopping experience not only taught me how to buy groceries, but also taught me a truth: bargaining is not because we can’t afford the few cents, but because every dollar we use is worth a few cents. Money is the hard-earned money of parents. We should save it and not waste it. 3. An essay about psychological description

At dusk, I walked aimlessly on the way home, feeling very heavy all the time.

In the latest monthly exam, I, who had always been among the best in English, performed abnormally. I just reached the average score of the class, and my ranking in the monthly exam also dropped a lot because of it. In order to prepare for this monthly exam that is approaching the final exam, I have done countless exercises and driven all night. I want to continue to maintain such good results, but the rewards of sweat are not harvest, and I am not the lucky one. I actually wrote some basic topics incorrectly, and I also forgot the key points of knowledge that the teacher emphasized repeatedly... Tears finally flowed down unsatisfactoryly. The sun had already set, and the way home seemed so long.

As I approached home, I stopped. I hesitated and wandered, picking up small branches on the ground and drawing circles on the ground, circle after circle, as if I was trapped in there and could never get out. I worked hard before the exam, and all my hard work was in vain.

Suddenly, a burst of girl's laughter reached my ears, disturbing my thoughts. It turned out to be two little girls playing "hopscotch". One of the little girls jumped from the "bottom" to the "roof" step by step, and then jumped from the "roof" to the "bottom" step by step. She was smiling happily the whole time. She must have had a lot of fun. Just like that, one girl lost, and the other girl continued to play. I didn't hear them complain about losing. I suddenly felt relieved and smiled, very comfortably, because I had an epiphany - the process of "hopscotch" and life. How similar are the experiences! Where there is a beginning, there is an end, and where there is an ups and downs, why should I be dejected because of temporary failures? A person's life is full of challenges. The results are important, but the process is more important to me. After all, I have left unforgettable memories. Failure does not mean the end. I have worked hard. The most important thing is that I am unable to recover now. If you can't solve any problem, the key is to quickly find the reason for the failure. So, I wiped away my tears, tried to smile, and tried to open my arms to welcome a new beginning. 4. Write a psychological description essay of about 400 words

Psychological description essay: Essay about a wronged incident

It was a sunny afternoon, we were in physical education class on the playground, free During the activity, I quickly ran back to the classroom to drink water. Before I could go down, the bell rang and the students came back one after another.

Just after the second class, Xiaoxia, who was sitting behind me, suddenly shouted and said: "Hey, why is my pen missing? This is a new one!" At this time, everyone They all cast strange looks at me. I was at a loss and my face turned red. At this time, Xiaoxia said very decisively: "Liang Haiqing, you must have stolen my pen. Because you were the only one in the classroom during physical education." I argued hard and said: "No, I did not steal your pen. "At this time, the classmates gathered around and started talking. I was speechless and didn't know what to do. I really hope that Xiaoxia, who has always been close to me, can believe me and give me a chance to explain. However, before I could say anything, Xiaoxia opened my schoolbag aggressively, picked up my pencil case and shook it, "Whoa?" "With a sound, all my stationery fell down. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, she grabbed the pen that my father bought for me last week, and said coldly: "Look, what is this? What else can you say?" "This? This is what my father bought for me. Mine." Before I could finish speaking, Xiaoxia turned around and sat on her seat with her pen in hand. My heart seemed to be hit hard by something.

It was time for class, and the teacher walked into the classroom with a smile. Before the students could stand up, Xiaoxia complained to the teacher that I had stolen her pen. Perhaps in order not to delay class time, Teacher Wang, who has always been careful, criticized me in front of everyone and asked me to apologize to Xiaoxia after class. Suddenly, tears of grievance fell down like broken beads. Teacher, how can you be so arbitrary? I'm right, why should I apologize? The more I thought about it, the more I felt wronged. Even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I couldn't save my life. I really wanted to hit the wall to show my innocence, but I couldn't because I was in class and I had to endure it!

After school, I walked home dejectedly. As we were walking, Xiaoxia suddenly chased me, took my hand and said, "Liang Haiqing, I'm sorry, I blamed you wrongly. My pen was originally caught in my book. I will return this pen to you. Please forgive me." How am I?" I took the pen and hesitated for a moment, forget it, I have to be merciful and be merciful! I pursed my lips and nodded gently. Xiaoxia ran away happily, and my mood suddenly became brighter. 5. A 500-word essay about psychological description

There is a flower seller at the school gate. She shows up on time every day, pushing a cart that is bustling with roses and lilies. , carnations...and some flowers that cannot be named.

The only thing lifeless was the woman's face. My art classmates said she was just a natural sculpture, expressionless and cold. The woman has a daughter who is only ten years old, but is extremely smart and well-behaved. She often bites our ears and whispers: "My mother has been laid off, and she has been crying secretly for several nights!" "Grandma's illness is about to be cured, mother. The money from the monthly flower sales will buy me new clothes! "I don't have a father. My father died when I was very young!" There is no sadness in the child's eyes. But when we heard it, we couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Just after the winter vacation that year, it was Valentine's Day. The woman also brought a cart of roses to sell early in the morning, and the little girl came with her, shivering from the cold, holding a rose in her hand, and proudly told us that it was the best one she had picked out. , she wanted to give it away.

We smiled and saw that the roses on the car were in bud and ready to bloom, and they were bright red. They were all priced at 4 yuan each, which was half cheaper than in the flower shop. Many students in the school who usually don’t like flowers came out. Take a few branches to decorate their romantic love. It didn’t take long for a cart full of roses to be sold, leaving only some damaged and broken flowers.

Just as I was about to pack up and go home, a couple ran over from a distance. They were very disappointed when they saw the empty flower bucket. The young girl turned around and was about to leave when she saw the flower in the hand of the little girl behind the car. The roses with long stems are unique and attractive. "Are you selling this flower?" "No! I want to give it to someone else!" the little girl answered neatly, showing great pride and pride.

"It's for sale, 4 yuan a stick, the kid is fooling around!" Seeing his mother say this, the kid ran away. He didn't run very far when his foot slipped and he fell hard on the ground. On the snow. The thorn of the rose pricked the palm of my hand, and blood flowed out, which was shocking on the white snow.

Finally the couple who bought the flowers took the flowers and left. The little girl wiped away her tears and spent a long time picking among the last remaining flowers. She found a branch. Almost half of the petals on it had fallen off, leaving only half a flower left.

She walked up to her mother step by step and raised the flower in her hand: "Mom, this half of the flower is for you. You love me and I love you too!" In an instant, the flower seller The woman was stunned for a long time, then took the flowers, tears rolling down her face. We were all so impressed by the little girl.

Who said that Valentine’s Day roses can only decorate love? . 6. Six hundred words of psychological description are the key points in the composition describing the characters.

Remember an incident. The red-hot sun is baking the earth, and the eyes are blinded by the sunlight. Pedestrians are walking in a hurry on the street.

An old man selling cold drinks was pushing a cold drink cart on the street with sweat all over his body, but no one came to buy his cold drinks. I was puzzled, so I went up to buy a cold drink and tasted it. It tasted good, but why didn't anyone buy it? I said to the old man: "You should go to the stadium or the square to sell. There are few people here, so it is difficult to sell."

The old man's eyes were uncertain and he said slowly: "My child, you are too I'm young and don't understand the world." The old man's eyes were sparkling.

The old man blinked and continued to sell the cold drink cart. The next day, I went to have breakfast and met the old man from yesterday. He was still selling cold drinks at the same place.

I ran over and asked the old man: "Why are you still here? Why don't you go to Daxi Square to sell? There are many people there, so someone must buy your cold drinks." "It's you again! Child, Thank you for your concern! You will understand the principles of this world when you grow up."

The old man smiled meaningfully and continued to push the car away. Looking at the old man's retreating figure, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.

What on earth is going on? Curiosity drove me to Daxi Square. A round of rising sun shines on the square. People are coming and going in the square, and all kinds of hawking sounds come and go.

In the southeast corner of the square, there are several stalls selling cold drinks. I hurriedly walked towards one of the stalls.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with only his right hand. He enthusiastically sold to me: "Kids, let's have a cold drink." "Uncle, are there many people selling cold drinks here?" I asked hurriedly. .

The stall owner was stunned and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?" "Nothing, I was just asking casually." I lied.

The stall owner replied enthusiastically: "There are about ten stalls, but all the stall owners are disabled people like me." "Can other people come here to sell cold drinks?" I asked eagerly.

The stall owner smiled and said, "Of course, but they won't come here to compete with disabled people like us for business." At this moment, I suddenly realized that I seemed to understand a lot of truth.

Looking up at the rising sun, I feel that everything in the world has become so beautiful. 7. A 600-word psychological description essay

Somehow, the straight and flat road became extremely awkward, the charming flowers and plants on both sides of the road became eclipsed, and the blue sky in the morning also became No longer blue. The beautiful scenery in front of me became so boring, all because of my poor score-61 points.

The closer I got to home, the more confused my heart became. I seemed to see my father’s broad slap falling hard on me. I was crying, and the exam papers and quilt were still aside... The more I thought about it, the more scared I became.

When I arrived at the door of my house, I calmed down my nervousness and panic, opened the door gently and entered the house. Everything was as calm as usual, my mother was cooking, and my father was reading the newspaper on the sofa, with a serious expression like a judge. I quickly hid in the room like a mouse meeting a cat, thinking: How can I complete the task of signing the test paper? Sign it? No, I did too poorly in the exam. Don't sign? No, the teacher wants to check... Time passed by, and I was hesitant. What would happen if I signed it for my father? ...I don’t dare to think about it. Finally, I walked out of the house with a sense of uneasiness and panic.

When I arrived at school, the teacher checked my test paper and asked me: "Jingwen, why didn't you sign?" "It's because your parents are not here..." I stammered and answered, Even I was surprised. I lied. It was the first time I lied by mistake. At this time, my deskmate said, "Teacher, she lied. I saw her mother today." I suddenly blushed and wanted to put my head in the drawer. Unexpectedly, the teacher did not get angry, but said gently and sincerely: "Students, it is not important whether you do well or poorly in the exam. What is important is that you should be more confident if you do well; you must be brave enough to face the bad ones. And use this to motivate yourself and work hard. The purpose of signing is not to let your parents beat you, but to hope that your parents will understand your learning situation. Therefore, I will treat any motivated students. Believe them! I believe they will face their results honestly sooner or later and continue to work hard." After saying that, the teacher nodded knowingly to me. I couldn't help but feel inspired, and my whole body was filled with strength. Yes, you cannot have the courage to face bad grades. It is shameful to deceive others because of bad grades. Only by having the courage to face the grades can you challenge the next exam with confidence! I thought silently in my mind: I have to go back and re-sign, and then admit my mistake to the teacher.

Oh, teacher, your kindness and gentleness have wiped away the dust from a student's heart, making me understand that only integrity is the inexhaustible driving force that leads you to continue to pursue progress. 8. A 600-word essay with description of bad environment and psychology

When I was in kindergarten, my mother often took me to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. At that time, my mother was quite familiar with a family of fish buyers. Once, when my mother took me to buy carp, I saw something in the pond that looked like a fish but not a fish. My mother said it was called a loach. I asked the owner of the fish shop for two or three fish.

Since then, I have formed an indissoluble bond with the little loach. As soon as I got home, I found a fish tank for the little loaches and gave them a new home. Every day I have to "play" with them. I knocked on this side of the fish tank, and it swam over there;

When I knocked on the other side of the fish tank, it swam over there. I watched them swim so happily, and I was very happy.

My family moved to a new home, and I took them with me, but it didn’t last long. One afternoon, I came home from work. When I ran to the fish tank in the kitchen, I was shocked. The little loach was dead...

Although it has been two or three years since this happened. But this scene is still fresh in my memory. Poor little loach, I shouldn't have taken you home in the first place. How wonderful it would be to put you back into the lake! 9. The essay about psychological description focuses on describing psychological activities in 450 words.

"A+" in the essay

I remember when we were in third grade, the teacher asked us to write a scene description essay. But this is the last type of article I know how to write. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me: Why don't I copy an article and hand it in? Anyway, my family has a lot of composition books.

When I got home, I immediately picked up several landscape composition books and read many of them. I chose the best one and copied it, word for word. I was very happy, thinking about how the teacher would praise me.

When I got to school, I handed in the composition.

Two days later, after correcting the composition, the teacher solemnly said: "When writing a composition, first, don't plagiarize. If you do, you will be a very stupid person, even if the composition is not well written. Well, you should also write with your own strength. The most fearful thing in life is dishonesty, and the most fearful thing in composition is untruth. This time, I found that some students who have always been excellent in my mind also plagiarized their compositions. " < /p>

After listening to the teacher's words, I knew that the teacher was talking about me, so I couldn't help but blush and lowered my head. The teacher announced the grades of the students' essays this time. I thought mine would definitely get a "D", and there would definitely be harsh words like "plagiarism" and "dishonest" in the comments. Unexpectedly, the teacher said: "Guo Yihan, "A+"." I was so surprised that I had to go up and take the notebook. I didn't dare to raise my head or look at the teacher for fear that the teacher would criticize me. The teacher suddenly said: "Come to my office after class." After hearing this, I felt even more uneasy, and I was not interested in listening to the whole class. I always imagine what the teacher will say about me.

The bell rang after class, and I came to the office anxiously. The teacher called me over. She held my hand and said softly: "Don't copy when you write a composition. If you copy it, it will be in vain. What are you doing?" You’re lying to yourself, you can’t think that getting an ‘A+’ is good, you know?” Tears of regret welled up in my eyes. "Don't plagiarize your essays in the future, don't let the teacher down. Okay?" I nodded.

After I got home, I rewrote an essay and gave it to the teacher. The teacher said that I did a good job.

I think what the teacher said makes sense. Until the sixth grade, I still remembered the teacher’s words deeply and never plagiarized any composition again.

Psychology Class

Looking for Happiness

Last week, we had an interesting psychology class called "Looking for Happiness". The teacher first handed out some fruits cut out of colored paper and asked us to write our happy things on the fruit cards. After finishing writing, the teacher asked the students to read out their happy things: some students wrote about helping others, some wrote about watching TV, and some wrote about playing... They all talked about it in a variety of ways. Each has a different kind of happiness.

Through this class, I learned how to find happiness. If you only got 82 points in the last test, and you got 85 points this time. Although you are still far from the perfect score, don’t be discouraged because you have made progress! As long as you work hard, you can achieve better results. If you are too fat and others make fun of you, just remember this sentence: If you endure for a while, the storm will be calm; if you step back, the sea and the sky will be brighter. Also, if you knock someone down with one punch and they fall to the ground crying, but you laugh, this is not called true happiness, because your happiness is based on the pain of others.

Therefore, happiness must be when I am happy, you are happy, and everyone is happy to be truly happy. 10. Regarding the word "late", use psychological description to write an essay, no less than 400 words

The Adventures of the Late King

Hi, everyone, I am a late king, and I am late again today. Yes, but there is a reason for this.

I woke up in the morning, rubbed my eyes, and saw, wow, it’s eight o’clock. If I don’t go to school, it will be too late. Run quickly. So I put on my schoolbag and money, bought a steamed bun, and hurriedly ran to school. When I walked through a deserted alley, a big house stood up in front of me, blocking my way. I thought, when was this house built? I haven't seen it before. No matter, I just go in first, and maybe I can go out through the back door. Then I pushed the door open without hesitation and went in. After I entered, I discovered that it was an empty room with no one inside. Although this house is empty, I found that after entering, there was no door. Oh my god, am I going to starve to death here, no! God, save me. I still want to see my parents. I also have a grandma who loves me at home and is waiting for me to come back for dinner. I burst into tears. At this time, an old voice thought in my ear: "The Late King, I am the owner of this house. If you want to go out, just write here how many times you were late in a month and why you were late." , write as many articles as you want, and tell me when you're done, and I'll let you out." After saying that, the voice disappeared, leaving only silence. After listening to what he said, I was about to take out the paper and put a pen together, but when I saw it, because I stayed up late last night playing computer games, there were only a few books and pieces of paper in my bag, and no pen at all. Oh my god, what can I write without a pen? It’s all my fault, it’s all my own fault. Why do I need to play on the computer? What’s the use of playing on the computer? Is it even important to study on this computer? It’s okay to just play around with the computer, but not study. You have to study seriously when studying, and play seriously when playing. Isn’t that better? But it's too late to regret now. Mom, Dad, dear grandma, please live a good life. I'm going to starve to death here. Woo hoo hoo, I cried when I thought about this. At this time, the old voice sounded again: "Late King, since you know that being late is a bad thing, not a good thing, you can leave here now. Remember, if you don't repent, you will go to school next time You will come in again, but don’t expect to go out next time. Goodbye." After that, the door opened, I staggered out of this scary place with my schoolbag on my back and ran towards the school.

Although I was criticized by teachers and parents in turn, I was still very happy because I, the late king, understood a truth: study must be done seriously, and play must be done seriously and quickly. Have fun playing, and don't be too crazy when playing, otherwise you will be locked in an empty room like me, which is super scary.