My deskmate's name is XXXXX. He has black hair, about an inch long. He has light eyebrows under his hair and big eyes under his eyebrows. His lips are slightly upturned and there are some wrinkles on his nose. When he laughed, he stared at his big eyes and looked as if he were laughing.

XXXX has many advantages and disadvantages. Advantages are helpful and love physical exercise, especially running. The disadvantage is that the action is too slow, and sometimes I like to hit people.

When XXX is happy, his eyes narrow into a crack. At first, he smiled, but now he smiles naturally, and sometimes he gives me something to eat.

Today is the mid-term exam. Of course, Ni Jianwei also has problems he can't do. He buried himself in writing for a while, then frowned when he encountered problems that he couldn't do, smiled on his face, held his head in his hand, looked like a little doctor, and sometimes yawned.

He's angry again. His big eyes, which are usually full of smiles, now emit two cold lights, which are aggressive, his teeth are creaking and his nose is panting, as if he were short of oxygen.

XXX also likes to meddle. I haven't bought "100 moved the father of middle school students" until now, so he will come to talk about me. It's really annoying But he is very generous. Whenever I forget something, he always lends it to me.

2. A composition of 200 words describing the appearance of the characters. [Female classmate] She is thin, with small crescent eyes and a mole the size of a grain of rice on her mouth.

She is reading a thick book, staring at the page, just like a bee sucking nectar, looking so focused. Xiao Fei sat in his seat, writing and writing. There seems to be a steady stream of spring water flowing out of his pen. In less than one class, I actually wrote a composition.

Xiaohong just sat facing the window, and the afternoon sun shone on her round face, making her cheeks more rosy; She holds her chin with a pen, her eyes are wide open, her bright eyes are swimming slowly, and her plump chin is slightly upturned-this is the expression that the math teacher is familiar with and loves whenever she thinks of a more ingenious way to solve a math problem. Whenever I do my homework, the nib rustles, as if a bird is singing to me, and as if to encourage me: "If you are not afraid of difficulties, climb the peak bravely."

She stood up and answered so accurately, so naturally, so smoothly, as if she had been prepared. She recited in cadence, with beautiful tone, beautiful expression and moving seat.

He is a naughty boy. He reads too fast and crackles like a fried peanut. Juanjuan read the text in Mandarin, and her voice was crisp and nice. Even the sunshine is fascinated. She sneaked into the classroom through the window and left it on her book, which she didn't want to leave for a long time.

I read this book greedily, like a hungry lamb rushing into the green grass. She got into the sea of books, like a fish in the sea, and forgot the passage of time.

He managed to pull himself together and opened the book. From the beginning, he felt that lines of words were moving on it, like flying; Later, I thought it was just a blur, like a nest of ants crawling around on paper. He buried himself in his homework again, and the room was quiet, except for the rustling of pens on the paper.

Students sit in the classroom, listening attentively to the teacher's lecture, just like dozens of flowers blooming quietly under the watering of hard gardeners.

My favorite classmate is Geng Hao, a handsome boy in our class. Look! He is not tall, but he looks strong. His arms and legs are like ripe corn cobs.

He likes to wear a coat without buttons, and he says, "That will be more imposing." Geng Hao's head is round, his red face is round, and coincidentally, his shiny black eyes are round.

I like his smile best. When he laughed, his black eyes turned into two crescent moons. His little red mouth likes telling jokes. His jokes always make us laugh until the end, and then the curved crescent moon appears again.

My deskmate, she is very tall and has nothing extraordinary, but she has a heart of gold. She is my deskmate-Li Yan.

On the second day of this semester, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table with her. At first, I didn't care. A young girl can't be as manly as I am.

The next day, after school in the afternoon, I accidentally lost my Chinese book because I was playing on the playground. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, because one third of this semester is Chinese class, and now I've lost my Chinese book. what can I do? In the morning reading class, I stood in front of the desk and stared at the blackboard.

At this time, the deskmate seemed to find something, extended a hand of friendship and asked with concern, "What's the matter?" Go ahead. A hard man, shame! Why didn't you tell me? I'm bored again. Forget it! As a member of the brigade, she should report her thoughts: "Nothing, I lost my Chinese book!" " "Nothing?" The other party showed a surprised expression.

Then, she picked up the textbook and put it down again and again. God knows what medicine is sold in the gourd.

She hesitated for a moment and handed me the book: "Here you are. Don't be all hands and feet in the future. "

What, give it to me? I can't believe my ears. I am a young girl who once looked down on me, and I can actually say this sentence.

"What ... what, give it to me, what can you do ...?" It took me a long time to stammer out a few words. ""Never mind, I have an idea. "

"What about today?" "Then watch it together." So we began to study hard early.

After the last class, I slipped the book into her bag. However, when I got home and opened my schoolbag, my Chinese book was lying neatly inside, and my eyes were wet.

She was reading an old book early the next day. When I opened the old book after class, I saw that the cover had been torn off, the upper corner of the page turned inward, the spine line was broken, and two pages were missing.

After class, I exchanged my new book with her, but she didn't agree. At noon, I found her copying things on the table.

Strange, there is no homework in the morning? She does all kinds of things. I'll walk over there, yeah! She is copying two lost texts there.

She read a sentence from the book and copied it on a page-sized white paper. What came into my ears was the sound of rustling writing, and what appeared in front of my eyes was neat and delicate words. She was tired, shook her arm, and then absorbed in copying.

I was a little embarrassed and decided to make a copy, but she politely declined. After copying, she took out the paste and glued the paper on, and it took a lot of effort to sew it up.

"Jingle bells ..." When the class began, she picked up old books and listened carefully. For an instant, my throat was blocked by the strong feelings aroused in my heart, and I was moved by the love of my classmates. generate burst into tears of happiness and pride.

I have a friend named Zhou Xinghai. His head looks like a shuttle, and the whole person looks like a little monkey.

He is very naughty. It can be seen from these points that he is very naughty. If he were in your class, maybe you would hate him very much. At a certain time, that is, in math class, this person began to be active again.

Zhou Xinghai took a piece of white paper and slowly tore it into small pieces of square paper. The worst thing was me, because I sat in front of him, and he sprinkled paper on my head and kept saying, "It's snowing, it's snowing." After the "snow" was over, I saw him dancing like a disco ball, which caused the students to burst into laughter.

As for me, I couldn't help laughing loudly while looking at him. This time, Teacher Liu was angry. She gave our desk a heavy pat, and the class immediately became quiet. The air seems to be condensed, and no one dares to make a sound.

The teacher snatched Zhou Xinghai away and opened the door to invite Zhou Xinghai outside. However, our classmate Zhou Xinghai has been making faces at the door, like a fox for a while and a giant panda for a while, making several bold classmates snicker under the table.

After class, shameless Zhou Xinghai followed me to learn Pikachu's cry in Poké mon: "Pikachu, Pikachu, Pikachu ..." I was bored to death. This is his usual trick, so I have to play games with him. Sometimes, when I was in full swing with other classmates, he suddenly let out a cry, which scared my classmates out of their wits. I was at a loss and had to play his game "obediently".

This time I put my hand over my ear, and his roar scared me to shout "Ah!" what can I do? I'm just playing his boring game. Alas, no wonder his tone made all the teachers and students in our school and the teachers in the Youth Palace in the city hear his name.

I sincerely hope that he will never be so naughty again.

For example, my deskmate's name is XXXXX, and she has dark hair, about an inch long. He has light eyebrows under his hair and big eyes under his eyebrows. His lips are slightly upturned and there are some wrinkles on his nose. When he laughed, he stared at those big eyes and smiled without smiling. XXXXX has many advantages and disadvantages. Its advantages are helpfulness and love of physical exercise. Especially running. The disadvantage is that the action is too slow, and sometimes I like to hit people. When XXX is happy, his eyes narrow into a crack. He used to laugh instead of laughing, but now he smiles naturally and sometimes gives me food. Today is the mid-term exam. Of course, Ni Jianwei also has problems he can't do. He will bury himself in writing for a while, and when he encounters a problem that he can't do, he will frown, glance at the smile on his face and hold hands. Sometimes he yawns. He's angry again. At the moment, his big smiling eyes emit two cold lights, aggressive, his teeth creak and his nose is panting like lack of oxygen. XXX also likes to meddle. I haven't bought "100 moved the father of middle school students" until now, so he will come to talk about me. It's really annoying But he is very generous, whenever I have.

5. The composition describing the appearance of the characters is 200 words. The old man wore a broken straw hat on his head, and his hair exposed outside the brim was gray. There is a coat that is neither gray nor yellow on the shoulder. The whole back, dark and shiny, seems to be coated with oil. The following trouser legs rolled over the knees, and the furry calves were covered with countless large and small tendons and bumps, which were connected in series by towering blood vessels. There are no shoes on my feet, and the old skin on my feet is even a finger thick ... There is a long pipe around my waist, which swings like a pendulum.

Feng Cheng is a classmate in our class. He is not tall and his eyes are big and bright. In particular, he has two big ears and two thick lips, just like a big clock. To this end, the students gave him a nickname-"Big Clock". Coincidentally, since the second grade, Feng Cheng has kept the classroom open and locked in the class every day, just like ringing a bell. This nickname is called "Open".

My father is a humorous person. My father is short, thin and thin, with white skin and black hair. Anyone who sees him will think that he has permed his hair in the barber shop. His colleagues say that he is a fallen Christian, and I think so. Artist, a famous binding artist in five provinces of Central and South China. His solo exhibition was well received by many celebrities. He is also a funny man, especially fond of joking. I don't know if all artists are humorous, but I think my father is full of humorous cells. No matter how busy and tired he was at work, as soon as he entered the house, to be exact, he said that as soon as he saw me, he immediately smiled and I danced with him.

6. The 200-word composition describing the appearance of the characters was originally published by jr7x75.

1, the old man, wearing a broken straw hat on his head, the hair exposed outside the brim has turned gray. There is a coat that is neither gray nor yellow on the shoulder. The whole back, dark and shiny, seems to be coated with oil. The following trouser legs rolled over the knees, and the furry calves were covered with countless large and small tendons and bumps, which were connected in series by towering blood vessels. There are no shoes on my feet, and the old skin on my feet is even a finger thick ... There is a long pipe around my waist, which swings like a pendulum.

The female teacher's surname is Song. Because she is young, she is only 20 years old at most. So we all call her Miss Song, and some female students kindly call her Big Sister. Teacher Xiao Song is tall and dressed simply. There are two arch eyebrows on the face of melon seeds, a pair of bright and sharp eyes embedded under the arch eyebrows, and a glib mouth. Teacher Xiao Song tied two long ponytails and dragged them to his shoulders.

3. Academic adults are about forty-five or six years old. A black and yellow face, two glass balls are more white and less black. The eagle's nose is very high in the middle, and some yellow ears hang below it, covering its mouth. Wearing an old grey official gauze robe and a pair of western-style trousers with trouser legs made of Henan silk. The first step is a pair of semi-new foreign leather shoes, revealing the socks made by the local blue market cloth family. At first glance, people feel that the light is not harmonious, but when they get used to it, they look more like "old and new Xian Yi" and "they can't stand being in a daze". Or can be said to be the forerunner of the blending of eastern and western cultures.

There are several newspapers and magazines scattered on the long platform in the lounge. Facing the person sitting, the newspaper blocked his face. It won't be a student-even a high-level student may not be able to read German newspapers. The nails in the newspaper were mottled with red chlorophyll cracks. Ru Liang knew that it must be the female typist in the principal's office. She put down the newspaper,

7. A description of a person's portrait, more than 200 words. The face of an ordinary old China person is yellow and white. This man looks worried, but he is in good spirits; You can see that his hair is "consistent" with his personality, and most of his long hair stands upright in high spirits, which complements Mr. Lu Xun's revolutionary spirit of fighting against the dark society.

In many articles describing Lu Xun, this face is described as a little disdainful, a little indifferent, a little indifferent and a little compassionate. He looks austere, upright and calm. However, there is romance and playfulness in his bones. He basically doesn't make any expression every time he takes a photo. He just looked at the camera and said, "What, I am like this!" " Many photos were taken just to keep his lost years, but Mr. Lu Xun showed what he looked like at that time without modification. He looks very much like himself, very May 4th, very China and very modern, so Mr. Lu Xun's looks really match him, his literature, his temper, his fate and his position. The "I" beard of official script is dotted with the tradition of Mr. Lu Xun.

Scholars in old China wore robes, and Mr. Lu Xun was no exception. His favorite robe is a sub-yellow robe made of his feather yarn, and he will wear it on important occasions. But he is not so particular at ordinary times. It is a model for scholars not to worry about food and clothing.

8. Composition about portrait description (no more than 200 words) Mother's eyes are kind.

Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother always encourages me not to give up with kind eyes, which enables me to overcome all kinds of difficulties and setbacks. Whenever I fail in the exam, my mother always comforts me with kind eyes and gives me the courage to move forward.

Mother's eyes are kind. Whenever I do something wrong, my mother always patiently educates me with kind eyes and lets me correct my mistakes.

Whenever I am sad and crying, my mother always comforts me with kind eyes and makes me smile through tears and cheer up again. Mother's eyes are amiable again.

Whenever I come home with a certificate of merit from a three-good student, my mother's eyes will show amiable eyes, smile at me and kiss my little face. Makes me happier and happier.

Every time ... look! This is my mother! How kind, kind and amiable! I love my mother! There is also an article about teachers' eyes, I hope it will help you! ~。