It was a cold winter afternoon, and when I went to physical education class, I suddenly felt the air leakage under my feet. Looking down, I found my cotton shoes open and I went home. I told my father about it. Dad said, "winter is almost over, so buying new shoes doesn't count." Let's make it up! " "But there is no shoe repair shop near my home, so I have to put on my sneakers and go with my father to find the old man who repairs shoes near our school.
At this time, the sun is about to set in the west, and the cold northwest wind blows up the sand on the ground. People are busy walking against the cold wind. The old man who repaired shoes has packed the shoe repair box and is ready to go home. Seeing this, my father hurried forward and said, "Grandpa, can you mend this child's shoes? His shoe series was opened in physical education class. " The old man looked at the whistling wind and hesitated, but then he saw me wearing broken sneakers and said, "All right!" " "
The old man reopened the shoe repair box, sat on the stool, picked up my shoes, looked at them and mended them. I studied the old man carefully. His gray hair, bronzed face, bright eyes and wrinkles on his forehead. Due to years of repairing shoes, his hands were covered with thick cocoons. He held a shoe cone in one hand and a thread in the other, sewing needle by needle. It was so cold that he stopped from time to time and blew his mouth with his hand. After a while, the crack closed, but he didn't stop. He pulled up the place where the thread was about to open one by one, sewed it again, and said to himself, "The shoes worn by the children are not strong." As he spoke, he repaired it carefully. But I thought to myself, "Well, didn't you overcharge me?"
The shoes were mended, and the old man's hands were frozen stiff. Dad asked him softly, "How much is it?" He held out two sticky fingers in his right hand and said without looking up, "Twenty cents." I was startled. Dad asked him how much money he could earn a day while paying. He said, "Hey, what money is not money? Just for everyone's convenience! " "The old man's words like a small hammer on my heart. ...
2. A composition describing the appearance of the rural elderly in 300 words. Someone I know very well.
In the farmer's market near my home, there is an old woman selling vegetables. Her yellow face is covered with wrinkles, and she can tell at a glance that she is a farmer. I often go to her to buy food, so I know her very well.
One day, my mother was very busy, so she asked me to help her buy food. I came to the farmer's market, still looking for the place where I am most familiar with selling vegetables. At this time, the old woman warmly entertained me and said happily, "Little sister, you have come to help your mother buy food again. Do you want some tomatoes? " Then I took action and picked a big and fresh one. I said curiously, "Grandma, how did you know I wanted tomatoes?" Of course, you are our old customer, of course I know.
I took the tomatoes picked by my grandmother and went home happily.
When I handed the tomatoes to my mother, I suddenly found that my wallet was missing. I'm in a hurry, and I'll find it in the same way at once. As soon as I went out, I saw the old lady running breathlessly towards this side and said, "Little sister, I left your wallet here. I chased you as soon as I saw you walking this way." Take it away, or your mother will be angry again! " "Say, give me my wallet back. I wiped a handful of tears from my face and looked at her simple and honest face, not knowing what to say. Grandma waved at me and said, "son, go home before mom gets worried." "
I waved goodbye to my grandmother and thought, What a nice person she is. She is sincere and kind. Her spirit and morality remain deeply in my memory.
The portrait of the old man describes a shabby hut in the workers' village. The hut has walls and mud piles. There are all kinds of flowers and plants on the wall.
The owner of the hut is an old man. His wrinkled face, gray and slack, recalled his weather-beaten years. He is all skin and bones, and his waist is bent badly. His clothes always make people think he is an old beggar.
At present, the only "job" of the old people is to collect and sell junk, and sometimes they sit at the gate of the yard and take a nap or bask in the sun.
Bottles, broken cans and scrap iron filled the yard, leaving only a narrow passage where you can put your feet down. These rags almost flooded the hut.
Nobody cares about the history of old people now. He is a coal miner. It is said that when he was young, he had an object in his hometown, because it was a "coal spot" and he blew it. Later, he didn't think about it: he didn't go back to his hometown after retirement and built this hut.
In this way, the old man lives with the rags in the yard and the flowers on the wall, day after day, year after year.
One day, the old man sat at the gate of the yard and died in a deep sleep. It was a cloudy evening, flowers were in full bloom, and the afterglow of the sunset locked him in a cage.
A few days later, the city radio and TV station reported an explosive news. Someone donated 10,000 yuan to the Municipal Education Foundation. The donor was him, the owner of the hut and the old man who picked up junk.
[Brief Comment]: The author is a middle school student in Hebi Mining Bureau of Henan Province. This article is about real people.
The success of this paper lies in the use of environmental description, portrait description, profile description and other techniques, which makes people feel that the elderly are extremely ordinary, extremely pitiful and unfortunate, thus causing people's sympathy and even pity. Finally, the feat of donating 10 thousand yuan to the "Municipal Education Foundation" was reported. The huge contrast greatly enhances the touching power.
The environmental description in this paper plays a role in displaying the characters' thoughts and personalities.
For example, although the hut is broken, there are all kinds of flowers and plants on the wall, which reflects the owner's love for beauty and pursuit of life.
The description of the environment full of rags in the house shows the poor living conditions of the old people.
"One day, the old man sat at the gate of the yard and died in a deep sleep. It was a cloudy evening, flowers were in full bloom, and the afterglow of the sun kept him in a cage. " This description of the environment sets off the beautiful hearts of the elderly.
Look at the introduction of the article again:
"Almost no one cares about the old man ..." A profile describes him as an ordinary old man. No status, no influence, no respect.
"It is said that ..." A profile description, through the mouth of others, confessed the old man's misfortune.
My mother's portrait description composition is about 300 words. Mother has a shiny black hair, which flutters and ripples under the breeze, revealing a little luster. Two slender eyebrows are dotted above those gentle eyes like two glittering silver lines. That look sometimes moistens my heart like a clear spring, and sometimes warms my heart like bright sunshine, which makes my tired body and mind feel at ease and warm. Smile like a crescent moon, and the corners of your mouth are rosy and sweet. Red cheeks make the whole person look very kind, just like the bright red sun exudes vitality and * * *. Coupled with the idyllic fragrance mixed in the body, it shows that even a talented designer is not as good as his own image, which is unforgettable.
Mother has bright eyes like black pearls, and gentle eyes are as soft and clear as running water. It is like a beautiful song, which can appease countless souls; It is like a banner of peace, which can quell any war. Mom's face is like a peach blossom bud waiting for spring to bloom, with a little powder in the white. That apple-like mouth is like magic, it seems to be my number one commander, always conveying the instructions of love to me.
My mother doesn't like makeup, and time waits for no one. The spots on her face are as dense as chess pieces on the board of Go. She doesn't like curly hair She has always had straight hair, saying that "straight hair looks refreshing". I think so too. That black hair seems to be a vibrant Lamian Noodles, so tough that she would rather die than "bend". There is nothing special about my mother. What makes me respect is her dramatic eyes, which makes me happy and sad. When I am angry, my domineering eyes are like aggressive interrogators, which makes me shudder; When I am kind, my kind eyes bring a warm breeze, which makes me feel very comfortable.
5. Ask for a portrait description of a strange middle-aged man, 300 words 1, Lingling is less than two years old and chubby.
On her red face, there is a pair of watery glasses. Long hair is in the air, and pink hair bands jump on the head, like two flying butterflies.
What is particularly pleasing is her clever little mouth. 2. Mr. Du looks more than 30 years old, with a pair of black wide-brimmed glasses on his serious rectangular face, and two small eyes shining behind the glasses; Two corners of the mouth are always closed, and they don't like to talk at ordinary times.
As far as I can remember, he seems to be wearing only a semi-old blue dress, and his sleeves are always pulled. Whenever class is over, he will put the book under his arm, put the remaining half piece of chalk in his pocket, lower his head, and walk slowly to his office step by step like a footprint.
However, in class, he seems to be a different person. He talks a lot in class and reads the text loudly. Sometimes he is red in the face with excitement. He goes to the platform and waves his arms ... The students' attention is attracted by him. They look at him with wide eyes.
The old man's eyebrows and beard are gray. But the face is still purple and looks radiant.
He is wearing a brand-new blue cotton-padded jacket and trousers and a white towel on his head. The old man squatted on the ground and smoked happily.
4. On the tanned thin face, there are a pair of big double-fold eyes slightly concave; Eyebrows are thin and oblique; Black with yellow hair tied into two short braids with cotton stripes; Clothes are very old; Pin a hole in the right trouser leg; I go barefoot in spring, summer and autumn. Only when I go up the mountain to collect firewood, I wear a pair of shoes for fear of pricking my feet, but I take them off as soon as I get down the mountain. This is a young man in his thirties.
Wearing a military coat and high boots. Tall, square face, very burly.
There is a mole on the chin, and those eyes are shining in the dark, which makes people feel rough and smart. Liu Yun is a clever and naughty boy.
He has a chubby face, a pair of big naughty eyes, and his eyes are flickering. As soon as those two big black ruby eyes turn, the trick comes. On his dark face, whether it is bulging cheeks, thin lips or slightly tilted nose, you feel funny.
7. The old man wears a broken straw hat on his head, and his hair exposed outside the brim is 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. On New Year's Eve, her son and grandson came to her. Her wrinkles spread out like petals of a blooming chrysanthemum, and every wrinkle was filled with a smile.
One day, her wife was ill, and the beaded wrinkles on her face deepened, and the acne twisted into two locked eyebrows. She looked at his wife's portrait, her lips trembled slightly, and tears flowed in the knife-like wrinkles.
9. The daughter looks like her mother, especially her eyes. White-eyed ducks and eggs are clear, and black-eyed chess pieces are black. It is like clear water when it is calm, and like a star when it is shining.
Up and down, head is head, feet are feet. Hair is slippery, clothes are earned.
Attached "How to Write a Good Description of People's Appearance" The description of people's appearance is an important content of people's description. Describing a person's appearance well can often make people vivid and leave a deep impression on readers. Character appearance mainly includes people's appearance, posture, clothing, expression, manner and so on.
The description of people's appearance is also called portrait description, which describes people's appearance and characteristics accurately, vividly and vividly, and reveals people's ideological quality, mental outlook and personality characteristics to readers through appearance description. How can I write a good character appearance? We might as well start from the following three aspects.
First, the description of appearance should be "accurate". Accuracy is to accurately describe the appearance of a character, and the character will be authentic.
People's appearance is often influenced by their status, occupation, age, education, habits, life experience, family environment, physical condition and other factors. People in different occupations often have different appearances.
For example, dancers have thick legs and slender limbs; Weightlifters are often strong; Fishermen, on the other hand, have darker skin and open their toes like cattail fans, because they have been walking on the boat for a long time. There are obvious differences in appearance between people of different ages. Children are innocent and lovely, young people are full of blood, middle-aged people are mature and steady, and old people are deaf and blind.
All these reflect the natural laws of his life. Of course, people's different habits often show different characteristics.
For example, smokers seem to lack front teeth and smell tobacco from time to time; Non-smokers have white teeth. People's upbringing is different, and it can often be seen from the appearance that educated people are sitting and standing; Educated people speak elegantly and clearly; Uneducated people sit and stand unsteadily, and speak rudely and disorganized ... These must be carefully observed and described in accurate language in order to accurately portray the image of the characters.
Second, the description of appearance should be "precise". The essence is to carefully choose the appearance characteristics of the characters, concentrate on pen and ink description, and make the characters accurate and clear.
There is no one who looks exactly the same in the world. According to the needs of performance, we should carefully choose the distinctive features from the appearance of the characters, concentrate on pen and ink description, and omit or brush away the others to make the appearance of the characters more accurate and distinctive. Sometimes, according to the actual situation of the materials at hand, or for the need of some kind of expression, we can put the highlight of appearance description on a certain part of the character.
If you write grandpa's hand, it's hard and cracked. Although ugly, it is a testimony of hard work. Help me knit toys and be smart. Writing in this way will often make the hardworking and clever grandfather jump to the page.
6. There are great rewards. Yes ~ 1 My grandmother is seventy years old. Her short hair was covered with frost, her big eyes sank deeply, her teeth in her mouth were almost * * *, her rough hands were covered with blood vessels like earthworms, and her weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles, which seemed to record her hardships in the past 70 years.
My uncle works hard, so he looks much older than his age. Because of fishing at sea for a long time, his face was blown black and rough by the sea breeze, like unglazed pottery. A pair of deep-set eyes reveal a firm look.
3. Every time the old man comes to my house to breathe, his sparse hair is gray, his eyes are crow's feet, his eyes are dark and his back is a little heavy, but his big hands are strong and he can change cylinders neatly.
My grandmother is a farmer, her hair is all white, the wrinkles on her forehead are like knives, and the hands with blue veins are covered with calluses.
There is a garage opposite my house, and the mechanic is an old man. Rain or shine, he will be there every day. Grandpa has gray temples, a bronzed face, high cheekbones and deep wrinkles on his forehead. In winter, his thick lips often split several times. Every time you see me, you always greet me with a smile.
The pioneer is about fifty years old, with a dark face, particularly rough skin and bloodshot eyes. The weight on his shoulders bent his waist. Probably because I ran back and forth in the mountains all the year round, and my legs were very strong.
7. This coachman is only in his thirties, but his hair is unkempt, his face is sallow, his eyes are deeply trapped in the eye sockets, his lips are pale, his face is wrinkled, his shabby clothes are patched, and he smells like sweat.
8. The coachman is only in his thirties. He was dressed in faded clothes, barefoot, and had many wrinkles on his hands, but he wore a hat on his head, and his unkempt hair came out from under it. There are three lines on the forehead, three wrinkles in the corner of the eye and a lot of dust on the brim. Although the weather is very cold, there is still a lot of sweat on his nose, many wrinkles on his lips and his ears are red with cold. I think he has been pulling carts for more than a day or two.
7. Portrait description and composition room for old people or children: 2004-112 There is a shabby hut in the workers' village.
The hut has walls and mud piles. There are all kinds of flowers and plants on the wall.
The owner of the hut is an old man. His wrinkled face, gray and slack, recalled his weather-beaten years. He is all skin and bones, and his waist is bent badly. His clothes always make people think he is an old beggar.
Few people pay attention to the old man. Occasionally someone greets him intentionally or unintentionally. He always squints his deep-set eyes and talks, but no one wants to take the time to listen to what he is saying.
At present, the only "job" of the old people is to collect and sell junk, and sometimes they sit at the gate of the yard and take a nap or bask in the sun. Bottles, broken cans and scrap iron filled the yard, leaving only a narrow passage where you can put your feet down.
These rags almost flooded the hut. Nobody cares about the history of old people now. He is a coal miner.
It is said that when he was young, he had an object in his hometown, because it was a "coal spot" and he blew it. Later, he didn't think much: he didn't go back to his hometown after retirement and built this hut.
In this way, the old man lives with the rags in the yard and the flowers on the wall, day after day, year after year. One day, the old man sat at the gate of the yard and died in a deep sleep.
It was a cloudy evening, flowers were in full bloom, and the afterglow of the sunset locked him in a cage. A few days later, the city radio and TV station reported an explosive news.
Someone donated 10,000 yuan to the Municipal Education Foundation, and the donor was him, the owner of the hut and the old man who picked up junk. [Brief Comment]: The author is a middle school student in Hebi Mining Bureau of Henan Province.
This article is about real people. The success of this paper lies in the use of environmental description, portrait description, profile description and other techniques, which makes people feel that the elderly are extremely ordinary, extremely pitiful and unfortunate, thus causing people's sympathy and even pity. Finally, the feat of donating 10 thousand yuan to the "Municipal Education Foundation" was reported.
The huge contrast greatly enhances the touching power. The environmental description in this paper plays a role in displaying the characters' thoughts and personalities.
For example, although the hut is broken, there are all kinds of flowers and plants on the wall, which reflects the owner's love for beauty and pursuit of life. The description of the environment full of rags in the house shows the poor living conditions of the old people.
"One day, the old man sat at the gate of the yard and died in a deep sleep. It was a cloudy evening, flowers were in full bloom, and the afterglow of the sun kept him in a cage. "
This description of the environment sets off the beautiful hearts of the elderly. Look at the introduction of the article again: "Almost no one pays attention to that old man …" A brief description shows that this is an ordinary insignificant old man.
No status, no influence, no respect. "I heard people say ..." A profile description borrowed others' words and confessed the old man's misfortune.
8. Portrait description composition 300 words My deskmate is a little fat man, which is my first impression.
I remember that there is a rule in our school that we eat ordinary meals from Monday to Thursday and eat steamed stuffed buns or jiaozi on Friday. I'm tired of eating vegetables every day, and it's good to change the taste of pasta.
But the only thing I don't understand is why steamed bread can bring him so much fun! It's time for dinner on Friday, and everyone is waiting for the shift leader to beg for food. My deskmate stood upright in her seat. It seems that his chest protrudes much more than his head.
Soon, his name was called, but before I could react, he pushed my chair away and let me make way for him. He flew out without washing his hands, and an arrow squeezed into the crowd with tableware.
I was dumbfounded, because I had never done such a funny action. He skillfully pulled three steamed buns into the plate, then moved them to the seat and tasted the delicious steamed buns with a "slow step".
In fact, eating can grow the body and supplement nutrition. But some behaviors in the class really make me laugh and cry! Boys not only compete, but also eat and have competitions.
Eat buns on Friday, and see who eats more, who eats more, who is the hero! My deskmate will naturally not be left behind. He ate eight steamed buns in front of others, and finally he went to the infirmary. After seeing it, the aunt in the infirmary really gave a wry smile and had nothing to say. Not only can he eat, but he is also an expert at copying homework.
In art class, he never misses any opportunity to copy. The teacher asked for ideas, but he didn't want to, but he wanted to know how to copy my paintings.
Once, I couldn't bear it anymore. I folded the picture in half and blocked it with my hand. Hey, hey, let's see how he imitates it! Slowly, nothing happened around me.
I looked down and he was peeking at my painting under my arm. He found me looking at him and immediately said sadly, "Sister, I dropped my pen. Please help me pick it up! " "... sometimes, we also have disputes. He hit me and I kicked him.
Finally, when I was angry, I drew a mess on the other person's notebook. What I hate most is that he takes it out on me when he is excited and happy.
For example, last time, when he heard the news of a spring outing, he excitedly tugged at my clothes and patted me on the head. Sometimes I really want to beat him up to help the Japanese. To this end, I specially prepared a "super invincible pin" for him. As soon as he hit me, I took out this pin and stabbed him.
Whenever this happens, his previous prestige will be reduced by half. He doesn't care about other people's things, and he scribbles on his notebook with my eraser. I'll call some good friends after class and use up all his erasing tapes! He is like a friend in my life, which makes me happy all the time. He is also my most hated enemy, which makes me gnash my teeth and hate my guts ... This is my deskmate and my friend who accompanied me through my primary school life.
He is seven years old. He is neither tall nor thin, but he looks very energetic. He has short hair, a handsome face with bright black eyes and a high nose like a carrot.
People who have been to his house say that he has good features and is a good-looking boy. My sister is very cute. She has been three months.
A few days ago, it was my sister's centenary birthday. My mother drove her little sister to "Love You Baby" and took some photos. My sister has a pair of sparkling eyes, a bulging face and a very small mouth.
She has a pair of lovely ears, and a pair of small hands clenched their fists and swayed from time to time. Look! That meaty little foot like steamed bread is so cute! I love my sister.
My favorite classmate is Geng Hao, a handsome boy. 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 father is the first mate of the merchant ship of ocean shipping company.
He is very tall, his yellowish hair is naturally curly, his white square face is embedded with a pair of smart eyes, and his nose is particularly big under his high nose. When I was a child, I often looked at his nostrils and asked, "Dad, why are your nostrils so big?" He always answers with a smile; "Choose a horse with a big nose, because a horse with a big nose runs fast.
Dad was a sprint champion at school when he was a child. Ask your mother. "At this time, my mother and I will look at his big nostrils and laugh.
Dad is thin, of medium build, with a pair of modest eyes and a flat head. His high nose looks more energetic. The chiseled lips are covered with whiskers like steel needles.
Dad has a lot of knowledge. He often tells me many amazing and interesting science stories and tries to exercise me in many ways. There is such a little boy in our class. He is not tall, his body is like a small tree, and his limbs are like fresh shoots.
His thin body bears a big head, which really worries people whether his weak body can hold on. His face is very white, and the most striking thing is his big watery eyes, which are wide and round. Sometimes it really reminds people of the Monkey King's critical eyes in The Journey to the West. People say, "The eyes are the windows to the soul."
His big head is full of rich knowledge, which is enviable. He also has a clever little mouth, red, and sings a beautiful song! Do you know him? Want to know who he is? He is Wang Yuxi from our class.
My cousin is five years old this year. Although she is only five years old, sometimes I can't even tell, so I have to give her three points. Cousin is very cute, with two dimples on her chubby face.
Sometimes when we smile at her, she will say, "I know what you are laughing at. You are laughing at my dimples. " With that, he poked her dimples with chubby fingers, looking very proud.
The most attractive thing about my cousin is her eyes. Her black eyes are so big that they almost occupy the whole eyeball. They are dark and seem to have no end in sight. When she treats you.
9. Describe my father's portrait. Describe 300 words. Father has heavy eyebrows and big eyes, and his eyes are always shining with stern eyes.
Probably because of long-term mental work, the deep wrinkles on his forehead are commensurate with his age of less than forty. Father's ears are white and red, and his helix is distinct. The outer ring and the inner ring are very symmetrical, like a carved work of art ..
My father looks very young today, completely different from usual. People who don't usually decorate their faces have all shaved off today.
The black tunic suit that I often wear has been replaced by a brand-new silver-gray suit, and there are straight trousers lines on my trousers. My father is about thirty-five or six years old, with slightly bald sideburns, thick black eyebrows and neat eyes.
When he looks at people, he pays great attention; When you laugh, you show a neat white tooth; When my mother frowned, she was completely lost in thought ― she put down her knitting and just sat there. I think my mother is depressed, especially when my father is away. She often does.
When I got home, I looked at my father in dismay. He is tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a faded military uniform and a pair of bright big eyes embedded in his bronze face. There are already several wrinkles on the forehead.
Looking at my parents' aging faces, rickety backs, frosty temples and clumsy steps, I began to regret myself. Regret your ruthlessness and cruelty.
Mother is wearing an old blue cotton-padded jacket, a blue apron and black mud in her hand. Mother's mouth contains rich expressions: when you are happy, tilt your lips and make a face; When you are angry, you can catch a small oil pan by pouting.
The words from this mouth sometimes make people angry and choked, but sometimes the crow's feet in the corner of my mother's eyes are clearly visible. These wrinkles attest to her diligence and greatness.
Mother has beautiful hair, black and shiny, thick and thick. When she stands in the sun and shakes her head gently, her hair will flash with colorful rings. My mother is of medium height, with short hair and a suit and tie.
There are bright eyes under a pair of thick black eyebrows. Usually, there is always a sweet smile on her mouth.
In the dim light, I found that the light in the room was still on. Dad's thin figure is lying on the table ordering food.
Ah! Dad works so late again. People can't help laughing.
The weather was stuffy and hot, and his face and back were soaked with beads of sweat, and his undershirt was also soaked. I don't like wrinkles, and I can't wait to grind them hard on her forehead with my hands to erase the traces left on her forehead in those years.
I suddenly realized that my mother's smooth forehead had wrinkles like water ripples, which were reflected one by one. "One, two, three ..." I counted a few. Ruthless years have carved wrinkles on my mother's face, and now my mother has a slightly middle-aged woman's figure.
Only then did I realize that we made my mother tired today.
10. Write a short essay about the portraits of parents, parents and old classmates. Every portrait is an assignment of 100 words, father.
My father is ordinary. He is neither handsome nor handsome.
Eyes that are neither too long nor too short under the eyebrows always have a simple taste.
Mom.
My mother was a beauty when she was young. Although she doesn't have as bright eyes and white teeth as before, a pair of smiling eyes often makes people feel warm.
Old man.
Dark skin and wrinkles on the face are the vicissitudes of life brought by years. His hands are so rough that they seem to have fallen from the bark of a dead tree, so an old man who has been scavenging for many years is so lonely that he can only see a stray dog beside him.
Classmate.
I have a classmate, tall, with big eyes and bright eyes. He is a sunny boy, loves to laugh and often likes sports, with a basketball in his hand. What he saw most was his high spirits on the basketball court.
Six methods of portrait description
Write a portrait with eyes.
Rubbing handwritten portrait
Write an expressive portrait.
Draw a portrait in white.
Close up a portrait