Essay 400 words idiot to describe his movements, demeanor, appearance

Positive depiction of the character's appearance:

I took the money and jumped to the mall. Suddenly, an old man caught my attention, who was probably over the age of six, with unkempt white hair swaying in the wind, his face and forehead were full of wrinkles, wearing a thin patched and patched dress, carrying a washed white cloth bag, and holding a rusty tin pot in his hand.

Mental description of demeanor and action: Looking at this old man, I can't help but feel ripples of sympathy in my heart; Looking at this old man, I really want to do my best to contribute a love, and I want to give the 20 yuan in my hand to the old man. However, if I give 20 yuan to my grandfather, it will be my birthday gift.

It's a bubble. Should I give the 20 yuan to the old man or keep it for a gift, what should I do? I remember my teacher taught me this sentence: "Give people roses, and your hands will have fragrance."

Helping others will also be happy, so I finally made a decision: give 20 yuan to my grandfather. So I walked up quickly, shoved the money into the old man's hand, turned and ran away.

There are no less than 300 words about the description of characters, actions, psychology, appearance, demeanor, etc.

My teacher.

Class 42: Wu Junlin.

My teacher was of medium height, very white, plainly dressed, with a round face and a pair of "talking" eyes.

Speaking of her "talking" eyes, I know what she's "saying".

Every time I answered a question correctly, the teacher would look at me with his eyes, smile at me, and then start the lecture again. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was saying to me, "Come on, you're the best."

On the first day of school, I couldn't help but vomit in the classroom during the last class due to feeling unwell. I thought to myself, what should I do if I just transferred to a new school and was like this on my first day of school? When I looked up at the teacher, her eyes were full of love, and her big eyes seemed to tell me:

It doesn't matter. I'm going to clean the faucet quickly. The teacher quietly cleaned up the scene.

When I returned to the classroom, the teacher, who had just finished cleaning up, asked with concern, "How is it?" You okay?

Do you need to call the parents? ”

After listening to the teacher's words, my tears were about to fall. When I first met the teacher, I gave such a meeting gift, and the teacher gave me the best gift in return with her eyes and actions.

She is my homeroom teacher, Ms. Yue.

The fourth and second classes of my division: Wu Junlin.

My teacher is ** white, dressed plainly, round face, with double eyes.

Speaking of eyes, I know how to speak.

Every lesson, I answer questions, the teacher looks at me with his eyes, I smile slightly, and then I start the lecture, my eyes look at me, and I say: Come on, stick, because I am comfortable, I can't help but vomit in the classroom, I want to transfer to the new school, what should I do? I looked up at the teacher, his eyes were full of closed, and his eyes seemed to tell me:

Important, I'm hurrying up, but the dragon cleaner quietly cleaned up the scene, my classroom has just been cleaned up, and the teacher asked: ?You okay? Electricity your home?

After listening to the teacher, my tears were about to fall, and the teacher met at the beginning of the meeting, and the teacher gave me a gift with his eyes, and my head teacher Yueshi.

My Tablemate She was tall and nothing to draw attention to, but she had a heart of gold. She is my tablemate, Li Yan.

On the first day of school, she and I were at the same table. In the afternoon, when I was playing in the playground, I accidentally lost my language book, and I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

The next morning, I stared blankly at the blackboard. The table mate asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

I said, "It's nothing, I've lost my language book!" "Is that still nothing?

She picked up the textbook and put it down, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Here you go." Don't lose it again.

Give me, what do you do? "I have my own way, let's see it together now." After the last class, I tucked the book into her bag.

When I got home, I found the language book lying in my bag, and my eyes felt moist.

On the third morning reading, she was reading an old book with her. After class, I opened it and saw that the cover was torn, the upper corner of the page was turned inward, the spine was broken, and two pages were missing. I traded the new book with her, but she didn't agree.

At noon, she copied the text on her desk. What I heard in my ears was the sound of "rustling" writing, and in front of me was a line of neat and delicate words. I was a little distracted and decided to take it for copying, but she declined.

After copying it, she took out the paste and glued the paper on, sewing it stitch by stitch.

When class came, she picked up her old book. In an instant, I was touched by the love of this classmate, and burst into tears of happiness and pride.

Uncontrollable tears.

One morning in the middle of summer last year, we were in class. A sharp knock on the door drew the students' eyes to the door. When the teacher opened the door, I was surprised to find that it was my dad?!

I couldn't help but get nervous. The teacher nodded his head as he listened to what his father said. Then he gently walked up to me and said:

Your dad came to ask for leave, saying that there is an urgent matter at home, you can go! Be careful along the way. ”

Out of the school gate, the car was at the door, and my mother was also in the car. The car quickly drove out of the city, and I was confused, so I hurriedly asked my father to go **? Dad said with a serious expression

Something happened in the town of grandma's house, and the details are not yet known. "Along the way, Dad smashed the driver several times to drive faster. The car stopped before it reached the door of my grandmother's house.

We got out of the car, stunned by what we saw. Only half of the arched bridge to get to my grandmother's house remains, and people come and go on the makeshift wooden bridge. The river that divides the town in two is very deep.

The houses on both sides of the river are crooked in some places, and they are collapsing in pieces. Some residents salvaged things floating on the surface of the river by the river. There were faint cries on both sides of the riverbank.

I didn't have time to think about what was going on here, so I hurriedly followed my parents to my grandmother's house.

When I arrived at my grandmother's house, my grandmother hurried up to me and said, "You're here." I almost didn't see you anymore.

Grandma continued: "Yesterday evening, it rained for more than half an hour, and the flash flood washed down the construction waste that had been built indiscriminately on both sides of the river in recent years, and blocked the bridge hole, and the water rose all of a sudden, into the houses on the shore, and all the houses in the lower places were flooded. Dozens of people were drowned alive.

Some of the bodies have not yet been found. "Speaking of this, grandma cried. I also felt my nose ...... sore

In the afternoon, my father took me to see my relatives, and each family had only one topic: "It's all the fault caused by the forcible occupation of the river." Everywhere there is a condemnation of the destruction of the river. Those who lived on the banks of the river suffered heavy losses, some stared blankly at the water that did not recede, and some beat their chests and feet, regretting it beyond ......

At sunset, Mom and Dad took Grandma back to the city. When she left the town, Grandma turned back three times. Standing on the half-destroyed bridge, we no longer saw the weeping willows and the smoke-curling town by the river, and we could no longer hear the old cow singing at dusk.

The faces of the friends who were washed away by the flood and played with me when I was a child, Xiangxiang, Cun'er, and the most naughty Gahu'er became clearer and ......clearer in my mind

When the car started, I covered my face and couldn't help but cry loudly and ......

It's well written, you're going to be writing.

My tablemate's name was Ni Jianwei, and he had jet-black hair, about an inch long. There are faint eyebrows under his hair, a pair of big bright eyes under his eyebrows, his lips are slightly upturned, there are some wrinkles on his nose, and he stares at big eyes when he laughs, and he looks like he is smiling but not smiling.

Ni Jianwei has many advantages as well as many disadvantages. The advantages are helpfulness and love of physical activity, especially running. The disadvantage is that the movements are too slow, and sometimes they love to hit people.

When Ni Jianwei was happy, his eyes narrowed into a slit, he was originally smiling and not smiling, but now he smiles very naturally, and sometimes he will give me food.

Today is the midterm exam, and of course Ni Jianwei has questions that he can't do. He buried himself in writing for a while, and when he encountered a problem that he couldn't do, he frowned, the smile on his face was unobstructed, his head was in his hands, and he looked like he was thinking, like a little doctor, and sometimes he would yawn sleepily.

He was angry again, his big eyes that were usually full of smiles, but at this moment he shot out two cold lights, aggressive, his teeth squeaked, and his nose was panting, as if he was lacking oxygen.

Ni Jianwei is also very nosy, I haven't bought "100 Fathers Who Moved Middle School Students" until now, and he will come to me, which is really annoying. But he was still quite generous, and whenever I forgot something, he would always lend it to me.