Write a specific composition about a person's characteristics. 1 "rich" display
The monitor of our class is the legendary omniscient and omnipotent Chen Yu.
He has black hair, a handsome face, sparkling eyes and two huge ears.
Chen Yu is helpful. Whoever encounters a problem that can't be solved, ask him, and he will help enthusiastically. I remember once, I couldn't work out a problem in my math exercise book, but I was about to hand it in. I want to ask the teacher, but the teacher is not in. Watching the time pass by, I still don't know ...
At this time, Chen Yu just came over and I quickly asked him for help. Without saying anything, he patiently explained it to me at once. Every detail, every point is clearly stated, as if I saw the sky through the clouds and understood it at once.
There is nothing wrong with saying that he is "rich" in knowledge.
My friends and I have a competition to throw eggs from a height: wrap the eggs in a piece of cardboard so that they won't break when they fall from a height. Everyone tried various methods and ended in failure.
It was Chen Yu's turn to play. He slowly made the cardboard into a cone, wrapped the edge tightly with tape and put the eggs in the cone. When the egg fell, everyone was nervous, waiting for the sound of the egg breaking into pieces.
But a miracle appeared, opened the package, and the egg was safe and sound! Wow, that's amazing! We are envious, but Chen Yu just said indifferently, "This is called buffering!" " "
Helpful, knowledgeable and full of wisdom, this is our "rich" monitor.
Write a specific primary school composition about a person's characteristics. My "chef"
One day, neither father nor grandfather was at home. As a result, the "chef" mother was forced to cook.
In the evening, it's time to cook. My mother picked and chose from the menu, and finally chose a delicious local dish-fried shredded pork with eggplant.
I saw my mother approaching the kitchen, quickly tying the apron around her waist, then facing the pots and pans in the kitchen, clenching her fist, her eyes full of confidence, and her mouth slightly tilted, as if cooking was as simple as taking something from a bag. Seeing this picture, I can't help laughing and crying. I was worried, "It's harder for you to cook than to ascend to heaven ..." So I went in to help.
When the materials are ready, start frying. I saw my mother turn on the gas stove and carefully pour oil into the pot. There may still be residual water in the pot. In a flash, the oil splashed everywhere, and my mother subconsciously shrank her neck and hurriedly avoided it. When the oil faded, she put her head out and quickly sprinkled the shredded pork into the pot. Then she stir-fried it back and forth a few times, and then poured the eggplant in. The water on the eggplant was boiled again, and she dodged again to avoid the attack.
But my mother was frightened, so let me play quickly. I firmly hold the frying spoon and bravely face the attack of oil flower spray. The mother next to her was so scared that she came to her senses and ran behind the door to prevent being targeted by oil flowers. ...
"After five passes, six generals will be killed", and finally cooking. I looked at my mother and wanted to cry, complaining, "Mom, when can you cook?"
Hey, my "chef" mother!