This is an essay that uses a descriptive method to write a scene that highlights the character trait

He chatted and learned that he got up at 5 a.m. every day, delivered newspapers to more than 200 households, and all of them were residents of buildings, and he had to climb more than 18,000 steps every day.

The sun was blazing, and the teenager who delivered the newspaper sweated profusely every day and rode through the streets and alleys. Early in the morning, his short-sleeved shirt was soaking wet, but his car bell was plucked quickly, and a pair of bright eyes flashed on his round face, and he smiled shyly when he saw people. His days seemed carefree.

Through the method of scene description, the psychology of the characters is set off as follows:

I only felt that the sky was particularly oppressive, the clouds were dark and erratic, as if they were laughing at me, the leaves on the trees were crumbling, and a biting cold wind blew, and the leaves were blown down by the wind. Suddenly, a stone rolled down to my feet, and I kicked it away impatiently, as if it would take away my unpleasantness.

I only felt that the sky suddenly opened up, the accumulated clouds slowly dispersed, and a gust of wind with a fragrant fragrance blew, which made me feel instantly refreshed.

The cold wind of late autumn whined the windows, and when I looked out through the cracks in the windows, there were a few desolate trees in the distance under the gloomy sky.

A warm sun shines through the thick green shade of the trees, the flowers that were knocked down by the rain yesterday begin to bloom again today, the grass stands tall on the side of the road, and a breeze gently blows, grabbing a casual smile at the corner of my mouth.

The sky was gray, the bitter cold wind was blowing, and the yellow leaves were blown apart by the wind. Soon, the raindrops fell from the sky and fell mercilessly on me, and my heart seemed to be wet with the raindrops, and it became extremely cold.

I sat in my room, looking out the window, the sky was getting darker, the street was deserted, the blood-red sunset reflected the dim sky, the yellow sunset slowly set, and finally disappeared on the horizon, and the sky was completely dark.

The withered yellow leaves fluttered and fell in my hair, and the flowers and plants on the roadside drooped their heads. Even the clouds in the sky turned black in an instant, and they didn't want to deal with me, when a sudden gust of cold and biting wind drove my tears to fall.

At this moment, a wisp of fresh wind tugged at the corners of my mouth, and I couldn't help but smile.

It's long. In the morning, open the curtains and open the windows.

The breeze blows, and a fresh, fragrant, and elegant earthy smell greets you.

Spring comes so fast, quietly, unconsciously, the grass is green, the branches are sprouting, the wildflowers and rape flowers everywhere are brilliant and colorful, all bathed in the dawn of spring morning, swaying and swaying in the spring breeze, like the girl's light song and dance, Chu Chu is moving.

Creatures wake up in the spring morning, showing the preciousness and attractiveness of life.

The spring morning dyes the hope in the heart and inspires the enthusiasm of life.

The natural world is so beautiful at the moment in the bright spring weather: everywhere the sun shines, everywhere it shows off its colors, everywhere it flutters with pleasant birds and insects, everywhere it wafts and cultivates an intoxicating fragrance.

This is the world of greenery, the ocean of flowers.

There are crowds of people outing, the love and satisfaction of the elderly, the joy and joy of lovers, and the innocent smiles of children.

Suddenly, I realized that the reason why the bright spring is so beautiful is because it makes people's mood bloom at this moment.

The spring rain is continuous, the spring rain and the spring thunder, with the spring breeze, the rest of the land is drifting.

The spring rain is like silk, fog, smoke, and tide.

Through this strand of silk, everything in the world is like a faint, misty freehand painting, flickering and flickering.

This is brief.

Month, veiled, not a little angry.

My mood was also gloomy.

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Answer: Analysis:

The drizzle, which had turned into a thick fog, enveloped the scenery fifty feet away in a vague and dizzy shell. There are a few towering high-rise buildings that only show the highest floors in the fog, and the huge eyes like rows of muffled windows flickering and shining yellow lights,—— looking from a distance, it looks like a mirage floating in mid-air, without a bit of might. (Written about a tall building surrounded by a thick fog, using a metaphor).

When I was taking a nap, I suddenly found that my mother's black and shiny hair next to me was mixed with a piercing white hair, and my heart was slammed, my mother was only thirty-six years old! How can there be gray hair?

Usually, my mother is very strict with my study, and in order to let me integrate the knowledge of the day, she often finds me some typical questions to strengthen; I didn't do well in the exam, but my mother didn't criticize me, but analyzed my mistakes in time to find out the reasons; When my teacher reported that I was not paying attention in class, my mother would educate me and let me know the importance of paying attention in class.

My mother gave me meticulous care in life: I had a conflict with my good friend, and when I went home, I gave up in front of my mother and lost my friends, but my mother asked me to find fault with myself and let me learn to treat my friends correctly; When I was not as good as others in the exam, and when I was in a bad mood, my mother always asked me to find out my own gaps and treat my grades correctly; When I was criticized by the teacher, I went home to complain to my mother, and my mother helped me find the reason, made me look at the teacher's criticism correctly and encouraged me to cheer up ......

During the holiday, a friend of my mother gave her an education network, on which there are famous teachers teaching seats, physics, algebra, geometry, English, my mother thinks it is good, in order to let me have a better learning effect, exercise my efficiency in listening, my mother will put down her own things every day to accompany me to listen to lectures, do not understand the place patiently explained, the key part of the mother will force me again, some important lessons even listen to several times, until I completely understand. In my free time to study, my mother went to work on her own affairs, and in the evening, in my spare time, my mother found some typical examples and copied them down so that they could explain to me the next day. When I went to rest in the evening, I couldn't help but say when I saw that my mom was copying and saving some useful materials she had found so that I could use them next time

Mom, you're so hard! Mom pinched her sour neck and said meaningfully: "For you to become a talent, Mom is willing to do anything."

Listening to this unpretentious language and feeling the broad and broad mother's love, my heart was once again shocked. Mom has done so much for me, but I often make her angry, and I still talk back when she criticizes me, which I really shouldn't have!

Mom, do you still need to buy groceries tomorrow morning? I asked while sleeping.

If you don't want to go, I'll buy you more sleep in the morning. ”

No! I'll buy it for you! "I am determined to love and repay my mother's love with my actions.

My teacher was a very serious scholar and he never said anything about teaching. Once, I saw a reflection question in an extracurricular reading book, and I was very interested in it, but I couldn't solve it. I found the teacher, who immediately took out the thick scratch paper and began to try to solve the problem.

He shook his head as he stared at the topic after writing a full sheet of paper. He told me to go back first, saying that he would find the best way to explain it to me. The next day, the teacher came to me with a look of excitement with heavy dark circles under his eyes, saying that he had finally found the easiest way.

Then, he returned to his usual serious expression and explained to me patiently and meticulously.