1, a little girl with a tall ponytail, holding her chin in her right hand, staring at the book with relish. Sometimes I frown and think about something; Liu Haier sometimes hangs down to his forehead; Sometimes I hold glasses that slide down the bridge of my nose. Look at that look, as if completely immersed in an interesting story.

2. I saw her holding a pen in her right hand, and sometimes she lowered her eyebrows to meditate, as if there was something inexplicable, and sometimes she burst into a charming smile, as if there was something very interesting in the book. After a while, she looked serious and drew everywhere with a pen.

3. The little boy was writing intently under the street lamp, and the trees beside him were swaying gently and rustling softly, for fear of disturbing him.

In the library, students are immersed in the sea of books. A boy student is sitting at his desk writing a book. Is he thinking with a frown?

He opened the book with a clash, pondered for a while, and began to write silently, as if he were competing with someone. After a while, he wrote a lot. He breathed a long sigh of relief, threw away the pen and handed the exercise book to the teacher amid the admiration of everyone.