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He is tall and strong, and when he smiles, he will show two small dimples, which is very brilliant. He has two curved eyebrows and two intense eyes under them, which are very powerful. He was loud after class, but his voice was twice as low after class. I wish his voice in class was the same as that in class.
He has one shortcoming. He always likes to turn his round face back and talk to the king of nonsense.
He likes running very much. As soon as the bell rang, he rushed out like a whirlwind and an arrow, and came to the playground. He exercises first, then turns back 30 meters and sprints 50 meters. As soon as the bell rings, he will appear at the door, with a round face and wet hair, as if he had been fished out of the water.
He likes playing video games very much, especially Survival of the Jedi. Whenever it's time to play games, he can always finish his homework as quickly as possible.
Can you guess who he is?
2. A 300-word composition about this middle school writer. Guess who he is, me and my mother.
I know my mother is actually easy to satisfy. She can be moved as long as she writes a composition. As long as she cares, she can be moved. As long as you love her, you can move her. Just stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", and she will be moved ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up. ...
When I called my long-lost classmate and asked each other about each other's situation, he suddenly asked me, "What did you do that moved your mother the most?"
I was puzzled for a moment. I don't seem to remember, or even want to remember, whether my mother was moved by anything about me. I'm speechless. I am proud of my equal friendship with my mother and brag about how I please my mother. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness.
My mother is away on business, often on business, leaving me to take care of my life at home for many years. My personality is full of independent things One thing I want most is to be mentally and economically independent when I grow up. I seldom miss her deeply, but when I answered her eternal question with a somewhat deliberate tone, "Do you miss me?" No, she always said half jokingly that I didn't. She paused for a moment and said, "Of course-"Then she talked about something that happened a long time ago, something that never left a trace of impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me to work with my father. In the process of talking with my father, my mother suggested a word, which somehow angered the people at work and began to yell at my mother. When I was a child, I rushed to my mother, stood in front of her and shouted, "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." The man froze, and suddenly his anger disappeared. I reached out to touch my head, but I pushed his hand away and insisted on pulling my mother away ... My mother continued to tell the story, and I heard a little sob on the other end of the phone, and tears kept pouring out.
I'm not a good boy, at least not now. I talked back to her, jokingly "hurt" her with some mean words and angered her with some new words she didn't understand. I seem to be so cute from birth. My mother often complains and hopes that I won't grow up, so that she won't get old and I won't be angry with her. I don't know what I did when I was a child, but I remember I was willing to hold her hand and cross the road.
I, my mother, am old. When I was older, I learned to talk back and argue with my mother. She always lets me down. I still remember my mother apologizing to me like a child who did something wrong after dyeing my school uniform colorful. I still remember when my mother saw her satisfactory composition, she said "Oh, my article is overdue" in that joking and sad tone. I still remember my mother crying because I was not sensible. I still remember that my mother was cold to my heartless language. Although it is sunny for both of us after this little episode in life, I am worried that my mother will really feel pain and sadness, and I am afraid that she will be disappointed in me.
And I, what did I do? I'm not qualified to say that what I did touched my mother. I didn't get any grades that really pleased her, and I didn't have any skills that she could show off. When she was ill, I couldn't accompany my mother to see a doctor except to pass a glass of water and take some medicine. I know my mother has a heavy burden on her shoulders. She wants to support me, a woman who doesn't know how to spend money but doesn't make money. I heard that she sometimes cries at night, my mother. My tears came down again. My mother said she didn't like to see me cry all the time, but I was still so disobedient.
Me, regret it? Guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sour? Is it pain? Is it heartache? Both, none. ...
Mother is not kind, she hits me; Mom is not beautiful, she is old; Mother is not wordy, but likes to listen to others; My mother's career is very ordinary, and she is still working hard ... but my mother gave me a personality that makes me proud of being strict and lenient; With her youth, I grew up; With her habit of listening, she gave me a sharp mouth that always argued with her; With her life's hard work, she got everything around me. ...
On the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice, which made me stop thinking. She asked, "Why do you ask me this? Are you going to write a composition today? Are you looking for material from me? " I smiled. I seldom write about my mother in my composition. In my mind, it's too vulgar, but my mother always says, why don't you use such a good living model? I must be very touched that you want to write such a composition praising your mother. ...
I know my mother is actually easy to satisfy. She can be moved as long as she writes a composition. As long as she cares, she can be moved. As long as you love her, you can move her. Just stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", and she will be moved ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up. ...
Mom, I wrote this article. I care about your present situation. You don't know what you are doing when you are on a business trip. I want to tell you that I love you! Mom, am I qualified to say, tell you, tell everyone-"Everything I have done has moved you and made you proud"?
3. A 300-word composition about this middle school writer. Guess who he is, me and my mother.
I know my mother is actually easy to satisfy. She can be moved as long as she writes a composition. As long as she cares, she can be moved. As long as you love her, you can move her. Just stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", and she will be moved ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up. ...
When I called my long-lost classmate and asked each other about each other's situation, he suddenly asked me, "What did you do that moved your mother the most?"
I was puzzled for a moment. I don't seem to remember, or even want to remember, whether my mother was moved by anything about me. I'm speechless. I am proud of my equal friendship with my mother and brag about how I please my mother. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness.
My mother is away on business, often on business, leaving me to take care of my life at home for many years. My personality is full of independent things One thing I want most is to be mentally and economically independent when I grow up. I seldom miss her deeply, but when I answered her eternal question with a somewhat deliberate tone, "Do you miss me?" No, she always said half jokingly that I didn't. She paused for a moment and said, "Of course-"Then she talked about something that happened a long time ago, something that never left a trace of impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me to work with my father. In the process of talking with my father, my mother suggested a word, which somehow angered the people at work and began to yell at my mother. When I was a child, I rushed to my mother, stood in front of her and shouted, "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." The man froze, and suddenly his anger disappeared. I reached out to touch my head, but I pushed his hand away and insisted on pulling my mother away ... My mother continued to tell the story, and I heard a little sob on the other end of the phone, and tears kept pouring out.
I'm not a good boy, at least not now. I talked back to her, jokingly "hurt" her with some mean words and angered her with some new words she didn't understand. I seem to be so cute from birth. My mother often complains and hopes that I won't grow up, so that she won't get old and I won't be angry with her. I don't know what I did when I was a child, but I remember I was willing to hold her hand and cross the road.
I, my mother, am old. When I was older, I learned to talk back and argue with my mother. She always lets me down. I still remember my mother apologizing to me like a child who did something wrong after dyeing my school uniform colorful. I still remember when my mother saw her satisfactory composition, she said "Oh, my article is overdue" in that joking and sad tone. I still remember my mother crying because I was not sensible. I still remember that my mother was cold to my heartless language. Although it is sunny for both of us after this little episode in life, I am worried that my mother will really feel pain and sadness, and I am afraid that she will be disappointed in me.
And I, what did I do? I'm not qualified to say that what I did touched my mother. I didn't get any grades that really pleased her, and I didn't have any skills that she could show off. When she was ill, I couldn't accompany my mother to see a doctor except to pass a glass of water and take some medicine. I know my mother has a heavy burden on her shoulders. She wants to support me, a woman who doesn't know how to spend money but doesn't make money. I heard that she sometimes cries at night, my mother. My tears came down again. My mother said she didn't like to see me cry all the time, but I was still so disobedient.
Me, regret it? Guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sour? Is it pain? Is it heartache? Both, none. ...
Mother is not kind, she hits me; Mom is not beautiful, she is old; Mother is not wordy, but likes to listen to others; My mother's career is very ordinary, and she is still working hard ... but my mother gave me a personality that makes me proud of being strict and lenient; With her youth, I grew up; With her habit of listening, she gave me a sharp mouth that always argued with her; With her life's hard work, she got everything around me. ...
On the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice, which made me stop thinking. She asked, "Why do you ask me this? Are you going to write a composition today? Are you looking for material from me? " I smiled. I seldom write about my mother in my composition. In my mind, it's too vulgar, but my mother always says, why don't you use such a good living model? I must be very touched that you want to write such a composition praising your mother. ...
I know my mother is actually easy to satisfy. She can be moved as long as she writes a composition. As long as she cares, she can be moved. As long as you love her, you can move her. Just stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", and she will be moved ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up. ...
Mom, I wrote this article. I care about your present situation. You don't know what you are doing when you are on a business trip. I want to tell you that I love you! Mom, am I qualified to say, tell you, tell everyone-"Everything I have done has moved you and made you proud"?
4. Guess who he is. Reflections on writing a 300-word weekly diary: Don't be straightforward, pay attention to changing the description angle in time to make the description more specific and give readers a subjective feeling.
Clear, natural and clear, not messy, pour out your thoughts and feelings. Today, I introduce a key character in my favorite cartoon. Guess who he is? He is short, thin, with a bright head and sly eyes. It is a trick to turn around.
He is very clever, but he is often deceived by cleverness. He is versatile and can dance, swim, fish and sing.
His favorite thing to do is to wander around the forest with a shotgun and a saw on his back, looking for lush and thick trees as the object of illegal logging, and then send the cut trees to Li Boss's factory for processing. He is a veritable forest destroyer. His biggest enemy is two smelly bears living in the forest-Xiong Dahe Xiong Er. Xiong Da is the backbone of Xiong Brothers, smart and witty. Xiong Er's personality is straightforward and impulsive, but his strength is boundless.
They are veritable forest guards. In repeated contests with two bears, he always ends in failure.
What's the matter, class? Have you guessed? He is Logger Vick in the comic book "Bears Come and Go".
5. The topic of the 300-word composition is to guess who he is. He has short hair, a pair of small eyes, and his eyes are magical. He has a pair of small glasses with Phnom Penh on his high nose, and his cherry mouth is always eloquent.
He is a clever boy, and his academic performance has always been among the best in our class. But recently, he has been lax in his studies and his grades have deteriorated.
One of his characteristics is very active. Once, a math teacher was giving a lecture, and all the students were listening carefully. Only he looked around and bent down to get his schoolbag from time to time. The teacher turned around, quietly walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, woke him up and said sternly, "Listen carefully, don't make too many small moves!" " "He was frightened to disgrace and sat down immediately. After a while, he put his hand under the table again, as if playing with something. His behavior was discovered by the teacher again. The teacher came up to him and patiently taught him, "Stop playing. Thinking for a minute in class and studying for 10 minutes can't make up for it!" " He lowered his head and began to reflect on his mistakes.
This is the man I want to introduce to you. Can you guess who he is?
6. Guess who he is in Unit 1. Write a composition of 350 words. Guess who he is. He has a round face, a big head, big eyes and a small nose. The most interesting thing is that his red face looks like a red apple.
He is short and short, from head to toe, like a "little old man". His grades are not very good, and he is still a veritable "chatterbox"
Whenever there is a little trouble in class, he will open his "golden tongue" and tell me a lot of nonsense. I really want to go up and beat him up, but I won't do it. I can only ignore him and continue to concentrate on class when he is air.
However, he used his "killer" to distract me by singing. He is a "lark", and the songs he sings make me want to vomit, but I can't help but raise my hand and report to the teacher.
However, he looked at me with pitiful eyes. How can I stand it? Finally, he tried his best, and I finally let go. After class, in order to express his gratitude for saving my life, he actually told me about the computer games played by boys.
Alas! He is really hopeless. Haha, after reading my article, do you know who this "chattering little old man" is? .
7. Guess who he is. There is a lively, cheerful and naughty boy in our class.
He has a crew cut, white skin, big eyes and a little protruding eyes. He is naughty and a frequent visitor to the office.
When the teacher criticized him, his facial features gathered together, and his eyebrows, eyes and nose seemed to be rubbed together. The teacher forgave him, and his five senses immediately spread out and grinned. Let me ask, his expression is too rich. Huakao |zk 168 I really want to learn Expression Broadcasting Exercise.
Although he is naughty, he is clever. Once, the music teacher, Mr. Du, taught a very difficult song. Many students didn't learn the song after learning it several times, but he learned it easily. Isn't that clever? He has another advantage, that is, he is broad-minded and can play with anyone. He and I are good friends.
Do you know who he is? He is-Wang Suyang.