2 "Ah Q was defeated in form, caught by the yellow braid and touched four or five heads on the wall. Idle people left contentedly. Ah Q stood for a while, thinking,' I was finally beaten by my son. This world is really disgraceful now …' So he left contentedly. "
-Lu Xun's The True Story of Ah Q
Although the psychological description above is very concise, it reveals the personality characteristics of the characters well and activates Ah Q's spiritual victory method.
Three sentences describing the voice, movements and psychological activities of the characters, not less than 30 words. 2010-1-17 20: 37 The best answer is that the teacher pushed the door open with a book and walked into the classroom.
He bent down to pick up the money and handed it to me.
As soon as he entered the door, he dropped his schoolbag and went to open the refrigerator to find a cold drink before changing his shoes. When the police got off the bus, they saw a thief, so the police arrested the thief on the spot. The teacher pushed open the door with a book in his arms and walked into the classroom.
I read the lyrics while singing. Run all the way to the classroom.
I knocked on the keyboard, lit the mouse and looked at the monitor. As soon as he entered the door, he dropped his schoolbag and went to open the refrigerator to find a cold drink before changing his shoes. I walked out of the classroom and picked up a basketball to play basketball.
I opened the refrigerator and got a coke to drink. He entered the room, immediately put down his bag and ran out. He pulled out a stool, sat down and stretched himself comfortably. I took out * * * and * * with my right hand for a while.
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The paragraphs describing psychological activities (not less than 100~200 words) made me sit there in a daze and feel miserable. What's more, the guy next to me is still smoking, and the smell of smoke makes me feel good. My nose feels terrible, so I have to turn around. Look around again, everyone is talking and laughing, without a trace of irritability. "How can they be so patient?" I thought angrily. Time seems to be deliberately against me-walking slowly, irritability and anxiety come to mind together, and I keep looking at my watch and staring at the slowly moving second hand. 4 1, 42, 43 ... I counted slowly, and a nameless fire lit up in my heart-why are you running so slowly!
In class, I don't even write my homework, I have been reciting it. If the teacher checks me and sees my back stuttering, will he criticize me? If only the teacher could spot-check the paragraphs I can recite, but I am afraid that the teacher will spot-check the paragraphs I can't recite, then I will be miserable! But after waiting for a long time, the teacher still didn't get me. After a while, my group won, and my deskmate was won by the teacher. He doesn't know his back well. The teacher said he would have a spot check this afternoon. I thought to myself: It must be my turn next time. Will my back be as bad as his ... But the teacher didn't spot-check me until class was over. I am very lucky today. If the teacher continues the spot check tomorrow, I must recite it well when I go home, so that I won't be criticized by the teacher for stuttering. )
I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I thought to myself, he can do 25, why can't I? Am I dumber than him? No, it's impossible! I am by no means more stupid than him, but I practice less than him. Yes, I must work hard to surpass him. So from that day on, I made up my mind to do five push-ups every day. In a day or two, with the increase of days, gradually, gradually, I can do more than 30 at a time.
Write a composition about psychological activities (not less than 200 words) urgently! Urgent! Urgent! separate
The intermittent rain is still falling.
The wind is whistling and still blowing.
Between heaven and earth, water mist overflows and is boundless. On this muddy path, I am still alone, wandering aimlessly like a boat without a rudder on the vast sea.
I'm all wet and I've been in the cold war. In the desolate wilderness, there is no shelter except this apricot tree. Where should I go?
Suddenly, a small bud, torn by the wind, reluctantly left the branch with endless attachment.
My heart is not a quiver, busy hands, firmly hugged the petite body. This little bud withered prematurely before it could bloom the brilliance of life.
Quietly holding this life that has long been thanked, I can feel that she also holds my hand tightly, and who can warm who with this clenched hand?
We have the same sadness and pain.
Dad has completely abandoned me.
Home has become a strange concept. Home, like a ferry, has carried me for sixteen spring and autumn, and abandoned me before reaching the other shore.
At this moment, I know I have an unforgettable attachment to that purgatory-like home.
However, now nothing is possible, just like this bud, which weaves many beautiful dreams when it is on the branch and disappears in a blink of an eye. All that remains is memory and hatred.
Six years ago, that afternoon, which was as rainy as today, somehow, my mother left this home forever and went to a place I still don't know. I clearly remember my mother's angry tears.
Mom hasn't left for a few days, and there is a beautiful young woman at home.
From that day on, washing and cooking are all mine. Even if it is a cup of mouthwash, the woman asked me to bring it to her. If I am not careful, I will be punished for nothing, no food and no school. But as long as you can go to school, what can you expect?
At noon today, her five-year-old son celebrated his birthday. Many people came to celebrate, and I was the only one hiding under the covers and eating cold steamed bread silently as usual.
Liveliness is theirs and cold is mine. After the banquet, the boy I brought up in one hand asked me to ride his horse again, saying that I was afraid I couldn't ride it again because his grandfather was taking him to a big city far away today.
In front of everyone, I, a girl of 16 years old, leaned forward helplessly and used to hold the ground with my hands. However, after carrying him twice, I couldn't help crying and accidentally dropped him. Unexpectedly, this was a disaster.
She scolded me for losing face, and even my brother couldn't meet a small request. Then, as usual, she and her father grabbed my hand, and she rudely grabbed my hair and touched the door.
The guests couldn't convince them.
They didn't stop until their clean clothes were stained with blood. ,
They insisted that I leave here and told me to find my mother, but all my entreaties were to no avail.
I miss my mother very much, but where is she? In this way, I was thrown like a rag.
Who dares to take me in? Dad is amazing.
I don't know where I can go or where I should go.
Bud, my only partner, can you tell me?
Some people say that "sixteen-year-old flowers only bloom once", but I don't even have a chance, even though it is spring now.
"... I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need too much ..."
Whose tape recorder rings faintly in the distance,
Are people who listen to music like me? Where is my home?
With a tremor, a magpie flew into the bird's nest on the treetop.
With endless envy, I just looked at it.
Many familiar cries rang out in the distance. I know, that's a lot of aunts asking their children to eat.
It's good to have a mother and a family, I thought sourly.
How kind and warm that simple call is.
I waited for a long time, but no one called me. At this time, if someone can call me, I will definitely jump into her arms and call her "mom". Even if the call is extremely weak, even if only I can hear it.
Is it possible? Is it possible? ……
My hometown, my partner, my classmate and my teacher, are we going to say goodbye forever?
The wind is still blowing; Rain, it's still raining.
Rainy night came to me. ...
Only a faint voice is still singing: "I want to have a home, I want to have a home ..."
The sentences describing psychological activities are added with the title of Chekhov's Death of a Little Civil Servant or translated Death of a Civil Servant.
The full text focuses on the psychological activities of small civil servants, which is very exciting.
The death of a small civil servant
Chekhov
On a clear night, Ivan Dmitry chervyakov, a happy civilian, sat in the second row of the theater and watched the operetta "The Bell of Corgnet Willie" through a telescope. He saw the performance and felt very happy. But suddenly ... this kind of "but suddenly" often appears in novels. The author is right: life is indeed full of accidents. But suddenly, his face wrinkled, his eyes rolled up, and his breathing stopped ... He put down his telescope, lowered his head, and ... Achoo! He sneezed. Look at that. No one can stop sneezing whenever and wherever. The plowman sneezes, the sheriff sneezes, and sometimes even dignitaries are inevitable. Everyone sneezes. Chervyakov took his time, took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. He looked around like a polite person: Did he sneeze at anyone? But then he couldn't help but panic. He saw a little old man sitting in the first row of seats in front of him, wiping his bald head and neck with gloves and muttering something. Chervyakov recognized this man as a dogmatic civilian, General briza Love, who worked in the Ministry of Communications.
"My sneeze spilled on him!" Chervyakov thought, "Although he is not my boss and belongs to other departments, it is always inappropriate. You should apologize to him. "
Chervyakov coughed, leaned forward and whispered in the general's ear:
"Please forgive me, my breath spilled on you ... I didn't mean to ..."
"Nothing, nothing ..."
"For God's sake, please forgive me. You know I ... I didn't mean to ... "
"Oh, please sit down! Let people listen! "
Chervyakov panicked. He smirked and began to look at the stage. He watched the performance, but he was no longer happy. He began to feel uneasy. During the intermission, he approached briza Love and walked around him. Finally, he restrained his timidity and muttered:
"I spilled it on you, my Lord ... please forgive me ... you know I ... I didn't mean to ..."
"Oh, that's enough! ..... I forgot, why do you always mention it! " The general said, leaving his lips impatiently.
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Sentences describing psychological activities 150 words describe the psychological activities of characters.
Happy:
1, my heart is as sweet as honey.
2. My heart is full of joy.
Nervous:
1, my heart suddenly hit my throat and I was shocked.
My arm is jumping like a rabbit.
3, the heart is like fifteen barrels of water-seven ups and downs, for a long time can not be calm.
My heart is pounding.
I am afraid that the steering wheel will slip off, my heart will suddenly jump and my hands will sweat.
6. My uneasy heart beats faster and faster, and I dare not think.
Looking at the broken bottle on the ground, I was so nervous that I opened my mouth and just stood there, feeling uneasy. If my dad comes back and finds out, he will definitely criticize me severely.
Sadness:
1, the heart is like a needle.
My heart ached like a knife, and my tears kept flowing downwards.
3, my heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, which is really not a taste.
All of a sudden, I seem to have fallen into the ice room, and I feel cold from my heart to my toes.
That thing is worse than wearing a cotton-padded jacket in dog days.
6. Mom and Dad quarreled again, which made me very unhappy. I'm upstairs alone. What should I do? I cried sadly.
Fear:
1, I timidly lowered my head and dared not look at my father's muddy face.
2. "Shit!" My heart thumped: this must be a bad thing!
Anxiety:
1, I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks.
Heavy:
1, my legs move forward step by step like lead.
Guilt, remorse:
1. Guilt and regret are pounding my heart, and I can't sleep over and over.
Shy:
1, his face turned red to the base of his neck. If there is a crack in the ground, I really want to go in.
It was my birthday, and I finished my homework as soon as I got home. It's 6 o'clock now. According to the convention, my parents should have come back long ago, not to mention today is my birthday! Maybe you went to the supermarket to buy something for me? Thinking of this, I turned on the TV and watched it. At 6: 25, I stood up, kept pacing and waited anxiously ... Did something happen to them! I was surprised and thought: I must want to give me a surprise ... "Ring-ring-ring-"as soon as the phone rang, I rushed over and picked up the receiver. "ah! Wu Xiang, how to do the second supplementary question? " Hearing this, I was discouraged again. This guy Changyu will spoil my fun. "I don't know, call less." I hung up with a bang. (Wu Xiang)
I had to sit in my seat in a daze. What's more, the guy next to me is still smoking, and the smell of smoke makes me feel good. My nose feels terrible, so I have to turn around. Look around again, everyone is talking and laughing, without a trace of irritability. "How can they be so patient?" I thought angrily. Time seems to be deliberately against me-walking slowly, irritability and anxiety come to mind together, and I keep looking at my watch and staring at the slowly moving second hand. 4 1, 42, 43 ... I counted slowly, and a nameless fire lit up in my heart-why are you running so slowly! (Jin Tianyu)
My heart is very nervous. How can you stand it? I'm afraid that young soldier will suddenly jump up or scream. I dare not look at him. I can't bear to see my comrades burned alive. However, I still can't help watching it. I was expecting some miracle when the fire suddenly went out. My heart ached, and tears blurred my eyes.
In class, I don't even write my homework, I have been reciting it. If the teacher checks me and sees my back stuttering, will he criticize me? If only the teacher could spot-check the paragraphs I can recite, but I am afraid that the teacher will spot-check the paragraphs I can't recite, then I will be miserable! But after waiting for a long time, the teacher still didn't get me. After a while, my group won, and my deskmate was won by the teacher. He doesn't know his back well. The teacher said he would have a spot check this afternoon. I thought to myself: It must be my turn next time. Will my back be as bad as his ... But the teacher didn't spot-check me until class was over. I am very lucky today. If the teacher continues the spot check tomorrow, I must recite it well when I go home, so that I won't be criticized by the teacher for stuttering. )
Try it ~ I look around trembling, my heart is like a deer.
Wait ... something happened to them! In my heart
1, like a jumping rabbit, my heart is pounding.
I feel overwhelmed by the weight of 1000 yuan.
I am a strong person.
I am a very competitive person. If you believe me, please listen to my story.
It was a midsummer night. I went downstairs for a walk and met my former good friend Wu Wenbin. We haven't seen each other for a long time, and we had a good chat as soon as we met. Chatting, he suddenly asked me; "Mao Mao, how many push-ups can you do?" I shook my head and said, "I don't know." Before I finished, he got up on the ground and said, "I can do more than 20 things." You must do more than me. " Soon after that, he stood up and said, "There are 25 of them. You should try it. " I have no choice but to bite the bullet and do it. You know, I'm not good at sports because I'm too fat. I was on the ground, and I didn't do five things, so I lost. Wu Wenbin saw it and said, "I didn't expect you to make five. I think you are great. " ! "Hearing this, I blush to the neck. If there are cracks in the ground, I'd like to go in, but it's impossible.
When I got home, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I thought to myself, he can do 25, why can't I? Am I dumber than him? No, it's impossible! I am by no means more stupid than him, but I practice less than him. Yes, I must work hard to surpass him. So from that day on, I made up my mind to do five push-ups every day. In a day or two, with the increase of days, gradually, gradually, I can do more than 30 at a time. After a period of hard exercise, I can already do more than 40.
A year passed quickly, and on a midsummer night, I saw Wu Wenbin again in the same place. I offered to compete in push-ups. He said yes everywhere. He did it first, or he did 25. After that, he looked at me triumphantly and said to me as if he were laughing, can you do so much? Now it's my turn. I think of that night a year ago and the price I paid for my efforts. I can't help feeling refreshed. Suddenly, an unknown force broke out and made 50 in one breath. When I finished, I found that Wu Wenbin was tired. It was a long time before he came to his senses and stupidly asked me, "How can you be so great?" I smiled and replied, "Thank you. If you didn't touch my strong heart, how could I train so hard and surpass you? " "Oh, I see ..." He said with a wry smile.
This is something I want to tell you.
In fact, I am also very competitive in other aspects, which is why I always win.
This is me, a strong person.
Comments:
This composition successfully uses the description of psychological activities. For example, after losing face by doing push-ups for the first time, "Go home, ... overtake him." These descriptions of psychological activities truly and vividly describe the fierce ideological struggle between the little author "going home" and "tossing and turning in bed", and finally decide to "exercise hard and surpass him". It fully embodies the center of the article-"I am a strong person". When the article narrates the rematch one year later, there is such a description of psychological activities. Although there are only two sentences: "I remember … I remember … I remember … I remember … I remember … I remember …"
Although there are not many psychological activities in this paper, they are used properly and vividly highlight the character characteristics of the characters: strong and full of personality.
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The intermittent rain is still falling.
The wind is whistling and still blowing.
Between heaven and earth, water mist overflows and is boundless. On this muddy path, I am still alone, wandering aimlessly like a boat without a rudder on the vast sea.
I'm all wet and I've been in the cold war. In the desolate wilderness, there is no shelter except this apricot tree. Where should I go?
Suddenly, a small bud, torn by the wind, reluctantly left the branch with endless attachment.
My heart is not a quiver, busy hands, firmly hugged the petite body. This little bud withered prematurely before it could bloom the brilliance of life.
Quietly holding this life that has long been thanked, I can feel that she also holds my hand tightly, and who can warm who with this clenched hand?
We have the same sadness and pain.
Dad has completely abandoned me.
Home has become a strange concept. Home, like a ferry, has carried me for sixteen spring and autumn, and abandoned me before reaching the other shore.
At this moment, I know I have an unforgettable attachment to that purgatory-like home.
However, now nothing is possible, just like this bud, which weaves many beautiful dreams when it is on the branch and disappears in a blink of an eye. All that remains is memory and hatred.
Six years ago, that afternoon, which was as rainy as today, somehow, my mother left this home forever and went to a place I still don't know. I clearly remember my mother's angry tears.
Mom hasn't left for a few days, and there is a beautiful young woman at home.
From that day on, washing and cooking are all mine. Even if it is a cup of mouthwash, the woman asked me to bring it to her. If I am not careful, I will be punished for nothing, no food and no school. But as long as you can go to school, what can you expect?
At noon today, her five-year-old son celebrated his birthday. Many people came to celebrate, and I was the only one hiding under the covers and eating cold steamed bread silently as usual.
Liveliness is theirs and cold is mine. After the banquet, the boy I brought up in one hand asked me to ride his horse again, saying that I was afraid I couldn't ride it again because his grandfather was taking him to a big city far away today.
In front of everyone, I, a girl of 16 years old, leaned forward helplessly and used to hold the ground with my hands. However, after carrying him twice, I couldn't help crying and accidentally dropped him. Unexpectedly, this was a disaster.
She scolded me for losing face, and even my brother couldn't meet a small request. Then, as usual, she and her father grabbed my hand, and she rudely grabbed my hair and touched the door.
The guests couldn't convince them.
They didn't stop until their clean clothes were stained with blood. ,
They insisted that I leave here and told me to find my mother, but all my entreaties were to no avail.
I miss my mother very much, but where is she? In this way, I was thrown like a rag.
Who dares to take me in? Dad is amazing.
I don't know where I can go or where I should go.
Bud, my only partner, can you tell me?
Some people say that "sixteen-year-old flowers only bloom once", but I don't even have a chance, even though it is spring now.
"... I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need too much ..."
Whose tape recorder rings faintly in the distance,
Are people who listen to music like me? Where is my home?
With a tremor, a magpie flew into the bird's nest on the treetop.
With endless envy, I just looked at it.
Many familiar cries rang out in the distance. I know, that's a lot of aunts asking their children to eat.
It's good to have a mother and a family, I thought sourly.
How kind and warm that simple call is.
I waited for a long time, but no one called me. At this time, if someone can call me, I will definitely jump into her arms and call her "mom". Even if the call is extremely weak, even if only I can hear it.
Is it possible? Is it possible? ……
My hometown, my partner, my classmate and my teacher, are we going to say goodbye forever?
The wind is still blowing; Rain, it's still raining.
Rainy night came to me. ...
Only a faint voice is still singing: "I want to have a home, I want to have a home ..."
Comments:
This article, mainly the description of psychological activities, should be said to be quite successful. It combines psychological activities with descriptions of environment and events. In a sad environment, a person's psychological state of loneliness and helplessness will be more incisive. At the same time, we also noticed that in the article, the little author introduced something similar to "flower bud" and "magpie" in the description of psychological activities. At this time, these ordinary things have shrouded the emotional color of the little author.
In addition, students will also notice that the paragraphs in this article are very short. It should be said that this was deliberately designed by the young author, or achieved the expected effect, that is, in such a lonely psychological state, psychological activities must be fragmented, discontinuous and emotional. Therefore, such a short paragraph can show such a psychological state!
In a word, such a successful composition describing psychological activities is of considerable reference significance for us to learn how to describe the psychological activities of characters.
Rejoicing:
1, the calm lake surface stirred up waves, and my mood was as jubilant as waves.
I got 100 in the English exam. I couldn't restrain my inner joy and flew into the house like a bird.
I unconsciously entered a dream, dreaming that I had colorful wings and was flying in the blue sky. Really happy.
Everyone can't tell how happy they are. There seems to be wind under your feet, and you walk fast and vigorous.
My sister is so happy that her mouth opens like a blooming lotus flower that she can't close it for a long time.
Sadness:
1, suddenly, I seem to have fallen into icehouse, from apex to toe.
I was sad for a whole day, and my friendship broke down, leaving irreparable scars in my mind.
Mom and dad quarreled again, which made me very unhappy. I'm upstairs alone. What should I do? I cried sadly.
My heart ached like a knife, and my tears kept flowing downwards.
5, crystal tears, like pearls with broken lines, rolled down the cheeks.
Anger:
1, eyes flashing with an unstoppable anger, teeth trembling, like an angry lion.
He stared at me at once, his eyebrows stood up one by one, and the blue veins on his face stared at me like a cat.
No one can provoke him, so we have to submit to humiliation and dare not make any noise.
The muscles on his face are shaking angrily, and his eyes are as sharp as fire.
His hands trembled with anger, and it took him a long time to shout out.
Fear:
1, I timidly lowered my head and dared not look at my father's muddy face.
My heart jumped into my throat, and I was frightened.
His eyes are straight, he talks to himself over and over again, and his legs are shaking like chaff.
He stopped, trembling and at a loss.
She raised her eyebrows and stared blankly with her eyes wide open.
Hate:
1, there is a lingering gas in my heart, which is a kind of resentment and disgust.
An unspeakable disgust suddenly filled Mr. Wu's mind, and he quickly turned away.
3. The smell of rouge powder came to my face, as if to drown me. I felt sick and blurted out, "Bah!"
It seems that Gao Minru was saying something to her just now, and she looked smug. Such a person, bah!
That's disgusting!
Guilt:
1. Guilt and regret are pounding my heart, and I can't sleep over and over.
1. Oh, why is she in such pain? If the bad landlord with a kind face knows that she is just a little maid, God will not let her go.
2. Woo ... Xiaoxi wants to cry without tears. She doesn't know what kind of teacher she has followed and what kind of risks will be waiting for her in the future. She only knows that she is so unlucky.
I really can't figure out how this happened. She went out for a walk without telling him. Unfortunately, for some reason, before she was attacked by someone who was not her opponent, he solved it in advance, which made her lose the opportunity to exert her kung fu. I want to go for two hours-less than an hour, and let him be my brother-no, I should say my brother. Is it that serious? But is it that serious?
He's angry, really angry. She came out alone without telling him. She doesn't know that it's dangerous for a girl to come out now that Jianghu people are gathering. Damn it, he was very worried when he knew that she was going out alone. What made him even more angry was that someone dared to attack her. What will happen if he doesn't show up in time? He didn't dare to think ... in short, he was very angry and at the same time ... he was very scared. The only thing to do now is to take this troubled little woman back ... Wait, what is this little woman doing now?
5. alas! What a pity! But I can't. I have to go to the bathroom again.
6. No matter how hard it is, it is really impossible for her to keep her and stay with her. Then he must go with her. In a word, he can't let her go.
7. Oh, my God, did she disturb him when she was sleeping? Or did he feel uncomfortable watching her sleep on the bed and sleeping on the floor alone? He can talk! The important thing is that she sleeps on the floor.
Looking around, there is no one. She has no doubt that he is lying to her, but it feels good to lean against his chest, which is a backrest.
9. Her words shocked him greatly. She has been here for over a year. Without her, he doesn't know when she and Liu Qian will become real husband and wife. He also knew that Zhuang Ting and her diligent elopement had something to do with her. He even knew that she was the owner of an inn in this city, but he didn't know that it never occurred to him that she dared to quarrel with her grumpy uncle and call him a bad old man.
10. Damn, too many. He just doesn't want to inherit property. His father and mother actually ruined his family. He needs to think about it.
1 1. God, is it difficult for him to manage a small restaurant and a multinational enterprise? That would kill him.
12. Damn it, Zhang kept searching in his mind when he had offended this girl. She said congratulations, but looked at Yan Xi with pity. I really can't remember that this girl is handsome, but she has no characteristics. He looked, and the latter kept looking at the girl named Shao, and Shao kept looking, and so on ... Shao?
13. Hehe ... Hehe ... Hehe ... That boy, Interpol? International jokes are more or less the same. If he becomes an actor with his kung fu and dignity in the future, it is still possible to play a criminal policeman.
14. This man ... two years ago ... that man with a big smile appeared in the middle of impermanence ... The master was right, people are really changeable. ...
15. Yus's expression is a little confused. These two men don't look like ordinary thieves and look at the way they just avoided him. Even if martial arts is not the last, there is a little foundation, especially that boy ... Xiaomi just avoids his beautiful posture in his mind, which is much better than that boy (Ni Hao). It really doesn't look like being asked to change.
He hesitated whether to go.
Waiting for your answer.