1. A 500-word essay describing from the side

There is a kind of fatherly love that affects your motivation to struggle when you fail; there is a kind of love that inspires you when you succeed. There is a kind of love that inspires you to make up for your mistakes when you make mistakes; there is a kind of love that inspires you to get back up when you give up.

This kind of love is called fatherly love. Father's love is not as gentle, as warm, and as comfortable as mother's love, but father's love has its own unique color.

It is deep, it is implicit, and it is silently dedicated to the children; it is down-to-earth, it is true, and it has always been giving like this. My father’s love for me is special. I remember when I was six years old, I learned to ride a bicycle.

My father held me up, and then I gave up my courage to ride. Once my father let me go, I stopped riding. This made my father so angry that he let go after holding him halfway. Being so sensitive, I stopped all of a sudden. The car's center of gravity was unstable and it fell down. I also fell hard and cried loudly.

My mother couldn't bear to watch, so she ran over to coax me, but my father stopped me. My father said, "If you want to learn to ride a bicycle, how can you do it without falling?" After that, he hugged me and got into the car and continued teaching. I. I didn't dare to be careless this time. I focused entirely on riding the bike and didn't even notice that my father had let go of his hand.

In this way, I learned to ride a bicycle. I secretly praised myself for being so smart, but I didn’t expect my father’s contribution. Another time, I knocked over Aunt Wang's rice bag, and the rice spilled all over the floor, which made me at a loss.

At this time, I saw my father's eyes, and I was worried and happy at the same time. I was worried about how my father would blame me, but I was happy that my father would help me deal with this matter. I looked at my father with helpless eyes, hoping that he could help me think of a solution.

But my father told Aunt Wang that I must bear the responsibility for the mistakes I made, and asked me to put the rice back into the bag. I held back my tears and picked up all the rice. I was hungry and tired, and I was full of confusion. Other fathers are afraid of their children when they hold them in their hands and hold them in their mouths for fear of them melting. But mine Why is dad like this? When I got home, I didn't care about complaining, ate my meal in a hurry and went to bed.

At night, I vaguely heard my mother’s voice. She said reproachfully to my father: "The child is too young, why do you let her do such a job!" The father said: "The child made the mistake himself. If you make a mistake, you should bear it yourself. If I do this, it will be good for her when she grows up." At that moment, I understood what fatherly love is.

What does a father’s love look like? It is subtle and warm, caring for the children, special and sincere. 2. A composition of about 500 words about frontal description and side description

Life is like a piece of paper, and everyone has a glorious page. Whether it is colorful or dull, we are the only ones who can write our lives on this piece of paper.

This piece of paper has had its share of laughter and tears; it has had its ups and downs and its bitterness. However, on the piece of paper that belongs to me, there is her. She is my primary school teacher. In my impression, she is not a particularly good teacher. Like ordinary teachers, she cares about her students very much, and she devotes herself to them all the time.

When I was a silly girl who just entered the school and didn’t understand anything, she was the one who greeted me. I only remember that day she held my hand and entered the ocean of knowledge. From then on, I was deeply attracted by the boundless ocean. At that time, I still wanted to travel the ocean alone and land on the shore. However, in that small mistake, I almost gave up on this dream. It was her who helped me regain my self-confidence and turned me into a person who would never give up easily no matter what difficulties I encountered in life.

I was in third grade that year, and I couldn’t bear any difficulties in my smooth life journey. However, life is really like a game, there will always be jokes for us. Just when I was intoxicated with the honor of first place, the second midterm exam left an indelible dark mark on my piece of paper. I can't face the proud and arrogant me. I went blind, and in the days that followed, I started tutoring crazily, but things were not as I expected. My score did not rise all the way, but dropped until I reached 87 points.

Finally she talked to me. She told me that I had to walk step by step and not to be too impatient. It’s like learning to crawl first and then learn to walk. I shook my head. I didn’t quite understand what the teacher said. I asked her, “Teacher, how should I learn to crawl first?” I just remember that she smiled and said, “You should start reviewing from the most basic content. You just It's just that you are too impatient, so you should take it step by step slowly, so that it will be beneficial to you!"

I finally understood that I succeeded according to her method, and I cheered, I jumped. At this time, I discovered that she, who had been silently supporting me from behind, also smiled happily.

Although what happened between me and her was not that touching, I would not be where I am today without her.

Teacher, what a sacred profession! Because of it, we are happy today! 3. 500-word profile essay

My father is a true northerner. He has the tall and burly figure of a northern man, with clear outlines and a unique toughness. In my heart, my father is like a green pine. No matter it is scorching hot or rainy and snowy, he remains tall, straight, and unyielding. His broad shoulders and strong hands will always be my most reliable and strongest support.

My father is a real man! I once secretly wrote in my diary. According to my mother, my father rarely sheds tears. Back then, when my teenage father went to the countryside in distant Inner Mongolia alone, he was surrounded by long stretches of yellow sand with no one around him. No matter how hard and difficult the life was, he never shed tears. His father suffered an accident. There were more than a dozen major and minor injuries on his body. The pain was unbearable and I couldn't sleep at night. My father never said a word "pain" or screamed. He endured it silently and strongly. In my memory, my father only shed tears three times.

The first time was when I was a child. I got "appendicitis" and went to the hospital because of exercising after meals. It was the Spring Festival at that time, and the doctor was not there, so I couldn't perform surgery in time. I was rolling on the bed in pain with tears streaming down my face. My father contacted doctors everywhere and finally sent me to the operating room. Accompanied by bursts of pain, I slowly woke up and saw my father’s bloodshot eyes and eyes. The slightly wrinkled skin on both sides of the nose, I knew that my father was crying. When I was young, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart. I never thought that my strong father would shed tears, and it was for me. My nose became sore and tears burst into my eyes. While my father gently wiped away my tears, I understood deeply: no matter how strong my father's heart is, I will always be the softest part of it and will always be his fatal wound.

The second time was 4 years ago, when my grandma was critically ill and my father stayed by the bedside all night. The next day, when the doctor covered my grandma’s face with a brand new white sheet, I saw my father’s tears for the first time in my life. The hot tears fell instantly, covering the face that already had some wrinkles and freckles. The deep love between mother and son , blood is thicker than water, and I feel the uncontrollable pain in my father's heart.

Another time, it was for my mother. It was a very accidental conversation. During the words, I revealed my dissatisfaction with my mother's harsh criticism. While my father comforted me, he also cited my mother's good qualities. I don’t know which of my words touched my father’s heart. He said, your mother’s life will not be easy! The tears - I really saw them - were welling up in my eyes. He said softly again: "We must be good to her." I will never forget this sentence in my life. My father, who is not good at words, expressed his emotions in the plainest language. A mutual love.

My father never sheds tears easily. No hardships, hardships, strong winds or waves can destroy my father's strong will. Only family affection and love can make me feel my father's delicacy and tenderness. My father's three tears were for the three most important people in his life - his mother, wife and daughter. 4. Use positive and side descriptions to write an article about a basketball game `more than 500 words`~

There was a fierce basketball game on the afternoon of December 9th. Our fifth grade class 4 and fifth grade class 1 There was a fierce women's basketball championship and runner-up competition. Beep..., with the referee's whistle, the game began. The cheerleaders of each class were cheering for the athletes of their respective classes. Shortly after the game started, My class scored a two-point goal. But the members of the first class were also watching closely, looking for the right opportunity to make a move. Look, as soon as the center Chen Baiyu of my class caught the basketball, the members of the first class caught up with her. When she When he was about to pass the ball to another center Liu Xuan, he unexpectedly made a mistake in passing the ball and passed it to the opponent's player. When the opponent was throwing the ball, Zhang Lingrui was standing there in the back position. She jumped up and snatched the ball away. Come over and pass it to our captain Li Li. At this time, Li Li was not to be outdone. After catching the ball, she dribbled quickly in the direction of shooting. When she reached the shooting area, she raised the ball with both hands and jumped, and the basketball flew quickly. I ran towards the basket. At this critical moment when I was about to score a goal, the basketball was spinning on the hoop and would not fall into the basket. Our hearts were also hanging with the basketball, and we all pinched it. Sweat, finally, the basketball finally went in. The students clapped hard, some cheered, and some jumped. Our hanging hearts were finally relieved. Beep..., another whistle sounded, the first half ended The game was over, the players rested for a while, and then started the second half of the game. Everyone learned the lessons from the first half, everyone focused on the goal, and became more courageous as they fought. After a while, the second half of the game was over, and the score It was four to four, and the two sides tied. In the end, the referee decided to give out penalty kicks to determine the outcome. Which team scored more goals would win. Liu Xuan from our class scored a goal, and The members of Class 1 did not make a shot. In the end, our class won the championship. Everyone happily hugged each other, jumped and cheered. A fierce basketball game ended with laughter. 5. Front and side description essay 500

Front and side description essay I am a scenery. Everyone who lives in the world and exists in the vast universe is neither more nor less than others.

There is always a miracle that happens to you and me. This miracle exists because of life. In a sense, life is a landscape. ——Inscription: Freeze the time on a sunny afternoon.

When the sunlight broke quietly in the corner of the room, I walked to a piano. Dust was flying in the air. I faced the sun, closed my eyes, and played one piece after another.

My friends clamored for me to play for them. My heart was full of joy, even though I had to pretend to be a little shy. At the end of the song, I won their applause and my own applause.

My little vanity was satisfied. In front of that piano, I was a harmonious and beautiful scenery.

Many people like reading very much, and I am no exception. In that small bedroom, there are enough books: on the bed, on the bookshelf, in the cabinet, on the piano... I picked one at random. This book, I sat at the desk and read it carefully, and became obsessed with it. Sometimes, I would even shed a tear or two for the touching scenes described in the book. As soon as I sat down, it was a morning that seemed empty but was actually very fulfilling. I always felt that the strong fragrance of ink in the book was tempting me between the lines.

I feel that the textbook knowledge learned in school is too little, and it only opens a window to the world for us, while the books on the bookshelf can "freedom" and open up our own A piece of heaven and earth. At the beginning, facing a bookshelf of books, I felt at a loss.

And now, my concentration while sitting in front of the book is enough to change this phenomenon. I flipped through page after page, savoring it over and over again, what an intoxicating state! In front of those good books, I am a focused scenery.

I am tired of the hustle and bustle of the city and really want to go out for a walk. After having a hot and humid dream, we came to the countryside.

The grass is green, and taking a careful breath is like chewing a mouthful of grass; the waves of wheat are rolling, and it is everywhere as far as the eye can see. I like it here so much. I imagined that I was like a shepherdess, following and driving the flocks of lambs, and my heart was full of leisurely pride.

I think that I have a heart that yearns for beautiful nature. How many novels, essays, and poems come from this beautiful countryside! Standing on the winding path, standing and staring, I was thoughtful again... I felt very happy.

In the countryside, I am a natural scenery. 6. Write an essay about me and my friends. The value should be above 550. It should be described from the side. Add the heart, actions, and words

"Friends are together for life, those days are no longer there. In one sentence, for a lifetime, for a lifetime. Love, a glass of wine..." As soon as I heard the song "Friends", I recalled my good friend - Wang Lumin. Wang Lumin is 10 years old, very cute, and often has a smile on her round face. Under her crescent-like eyebrows, there is a pair of small black gem-like eyes, which narrow into a straight line when she is young. When you meet her, you will definitely be moved by her childlike, lively and lovely image. Wang Lumin likes to play the violin , her mother has trained her since she was a child. She studies very seriously. No matter which piece of music she plays, she always concentrates on it, not even making a mistake in a small detail. Once, when she was playing the piano, I was listening next to her. Listening to it feels like stepping into the palace of music, sometimes immersed in the high melody; sometimes immersed in the low rhythm. In short, I was intoxicated by her wonderful piano sound. Wang Lumin not only loves to play the piano, but also plays the piano very much. A good child who is reasonable and considerate. What happened is this: One morning, the spring outside was bright and the weather was sunny, but I was sitting alone in the classroom in a daze. My good friend Wang Lumin walked to the door with light steps. Next to me, someone said to me in a friendly manner: "Jiaqing, what's wrong?" I said expressionlessly: "I failed the exam, I'm in trouble." After saying that, I took out the test paper for her. She glanced at it a few times. , said to me: "Look, these questions are all caused by carelessness. Just be more careful in the future. It has been several days since the exam. You must not look back in the future of your life." You won't make progress that way. You have to move forward bravely, keep climbing, and work hard to create your brilliant future!" Her words moved me very much. At this time, my face was full of joy and my spirit was high. She was right, I couldn't! Because of a small setback and setback, you fall down and cannot get up. So, how do you face the complex society when you grow up? At this time, I suddenly woke up and said to Wang Lumin: Lulu, if you were a calligrapher and I asked you to mention the words, what would you write? She said without thinking: "Unsuccessful things are absolute, but good things are relative. We must bravely accept the challenges of life." As soon as she finished speaking, a ray of warm sunshine shone close to her, as if she was praising Lulu for doing something right; It symbolizes the everlasting friendship between us. From what she said, I understood: There will always be setbacks and bumps in the road of life, and you must face them bravely. My good friend Wang Lumin and I will always be good friends. We are friends who unite, love and help each other. May our friendship last forever. 7. An essay that contains frontal and side descriptions, if it describes scenery

An incident that happened in the composition interest class This morning, I came to the composition interest class after a long absence with great interest.

I walked to the door of the composition class, and as soon as I opened the door, I was shocked by the messy image in front of me: tables and chairs were placed in a haphazard manner, and there were chalk dust and small white papers everywhere on the ground. Tablets, chalk, and plastic bags were scattered everywhere. I thought: Why is the classroom like this after not seeing each other for a few weeks? As soon as the students came in and saw the classroom like this, they all turned around and ran away.

How can we create a good writing environment in such a mess? Everyone finally decided to clean the classroom before going to class. So the action begins... First, division of labor.

Since the male students are strong, the two male students were given the task of setting up the table and chairs, as well as tidying up the table. Because the female students are very careful, they are responsible for sweeping the floor and wiping the tables.

After the division of labor was completed, everyone got busy. The male classmate laboriously moved the table, which kept making squeaking noises; the female classmate swept the floor carefully, and soon the "snowflakes" were cleaned up.

Just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the careless male classmate accidentally dropped the chalk dust on the ground! The female classmate kept blaming him for destroying the fruits of her labor, even though the male classmate kept apologizing. The male classmate had no choice but to sweep the "recycled snow flakes" on the ground into the trash can.

Seeing this, the female classmate no longer cared about it and smiled knowingly. At this time the teacher came, and she was surprised to find that we were diligently sweeping the floor.

But the teacher didn’t come in. She stood at the door, looked at us with a smile, and added a few words of praise from time to time: "You guys are so attentive to your work!" "It's very clean!" or a few more Guidance: "It's not clean enough here." "It's not a good idea to put the table here!" It's like a commander directing our work.

Finally it was cleaned. The classroom now was very different from the classroom before cleaning: the floor was clean, the tables and chairs were arranged in an orderly manner, and there was no trace of chalk dust on them. It was different from the original classroom. What a stark contrast! Seeing the fruits of their hard work, the students all smiled happily... 8. I beg for an essay that describes the characteristics of the characters ~ 500 words

Every morning at seven o'clock, the familiar footsteps and the loud shout of "Milk is coming!" will always be heard in the corridor. When the buzzer rang, I knew the milkman was coming, so I would get up from bed and open the door. The milkman was very ordinary, an uncle in his 50s. The uncle had dark skin and a You can tell by looking at it that it is the result of being exposed to the wind and sun for many years; under his gray hair, there is a pair of small but piercing eyes. But they remain deeply in my mind because his milky milk is so thick. It’s delicious, so residents on many floors have ordered milk-flowing ones. One of them is on the sixth floor. The subscriber on the sixth floor is our home, which is on the 12th floor. It’s tiring to go up and down without taking anything. It's enough, not to mention that the milk bottle is round and slippery, and you will break several bottles if you are not careful. Winter snow covers the earth, and everything is covered with silver fashion. The long and lonely winter has come early. But no matter how hard it is, Even if it's windy or snowy, that uncle will always come to deliver milk. In the early morning, it's still as cold as usual. "Ding Ling" the doorbell rang again. I still wanted to sleep in the bed, but I had to open the door. Among the rascals, I slowly went to open the door. When I opened the door, I saw him standing at the door as usual, with a smile on his face, wearing a black coat, and deep wrinkles on his forehead, as if he could catch mosquitoes, but it looked like this I was also very energetic. I took the milk bottle casually, but the milk bottle fell heavily to the ground. I said to myself disappointedly: "Hey, today's milk flow is in vain!" "The uncle said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I will replenish one bottle today for free." I took the milk and said thank you. It was another cold windy morning, and the uncle came to deliver milk again. He carefully handed the flowing milk to me. When I took the milk bottle, I found that his hands had been cracked by the ruthless cold wind. His skin was like the bark of an old pine tree, wrinkled and with lines. His hair was trembling slightly due to the cold wind, and I saw his mouth trembling. It was obvious that he was very cold, even though he was still smiling. I asked him: "It's so cold, why don't you wear gloves? How about I Ask dad to give you a pair? "He pointed to the bottle as he spoke: "Look, there is a layer of ice beads on the outside of this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will slip off easily, and I'm used to it." When he left, I took advantage of him not paying attention and took Dad's The black gloves were gently placed in his box. Another early morning, "Sending milk!" "I called the door and saw that the hands were wearing black gloves. The other person was smiling. Of course, I was also smiling happily in my heart.