Urgent! A narrative essay about detail! 50

A detail written in "In the Cold Wind, Two People Leaning Together Is Warmth":

In the waiting room, I hadn't eaten for a day, so I took fruit, bread and ham out of my bag and ate them myself.

The man across from me glanced at me every second moment, his hand tucked into his sleeve. When I looked up at him, he smiled. After repeating this several times, he walked out the door alone.

When I was about to finish eating, he came back with a roasted sweet potato in his hand, still steaming white. He touched the thin woman next to him, stuffed the hot sweet potato into the woman's hand, and hugged the child in the woman's hand.

The woman looked at her man for a moment, her face flushed. She was probably surprised: Is the sun coming out of the west today?

Men are usually reluctant to spend money. The woman began to eat sweet potatoes, very happily and quickly, apparently hungry. There was no blood on her pale face.

Halfway through eating, the woman suddenly remembered something and rushed at the man.

Say, "Eat, I'm full." The man said

If you are told to eat, you will eat! "Women don't eat. The woman said:

You didn't eat it, and your lips were still dry. "They push around, you let me eat, I let you eat. In the end, it was the woman who forcibly stuffed half of the sweet potato into the man's hand.

After the man finished eating, he held the child and curled up into a ball ......

The four ceiling fans in the classroom, which had not been used in months, had been turned on to their maximum and began to whirre, and at first glance, it sounded like several small fighter planes hovering back and forth overhead, and the sound of the teacher's lecture had been swept into the propellers before it could reach our ears, and the blades were carried over the classroom, floating above our heads, but they refused to sink. The blades were dusty and black, like black mud in the nails, but they were obvious but they always forgot to clean up.

The dust jumps down from a great place under the rapid rotation of the blades, dances in the air against the background of the sun, and then hides in a corner that is invisible to the naked eye. The smell of dust began to fill the classroom. There is also a smell of sweat that reminds people of the smell of bayberry falling on the ground in the bayberry forest in the middle of summer.

The male classmates all seemed to have come out of the steamer, and the hot air was still bubbling above their heads, and the beads of sweat the size of beans had just oozing out, and they were evaporated into invisible gases by the hot temperature on their crimson cheeks, and they were floating around the classroom. The Coke was opened, and with a "boom-" sound, a wisp of white smoke came out of the bottle, and the white foam tumbled and rushed into the throat of the classmate, and the heat suddenly dissipated, and the temperature slowly cooled down. He covered his face with the hand he had just held the cold coke, as if a hot soldering iron had been thrown into the cold pool water, his palm suddenly became a little hot, and the crimson on his face was gradually dissipating.

The voice of the fighter overhead began to become soft, and the sound of the teacher's lecture finally fell from the air and slowly burrowed into the ears.