Artisan description composition high school

1. Seek a craftsman who writes 800 words of traditional craft in high school.

In the long river of history, some crafts and cultures are moving forward silently, and the term "craftsman" is getting farther and farther away from us.

Once I asked my sister if she knew how to make popcorn, but she actually told me that it was fried with beans, which really made me laugh and cry. When I was a child, I tried to show her how to make popcorn, but she didn't understand.

It may be late autumn or winter. I am doing my homework on the balcony. It was already late at night, and when I heard a bang, I looked up and bowed my head, only to see that the sunset had set and the sunset glow was red. There is an old man popping popcorn by a deciduous tree downstairs. Now think about it, what kind of artistic conception it is! I put down my pen and rushed to find my mother. My mother found a bag and put some rice on it. I don't think it is enough. People crowded around the old man's stall in small groups. After every noise, there are all kinds of sounds under the fairly quiet tree: children's laughter, the sound of plastic bags, and the sound of women bargaining. After a while, I calmed down again. I was so happy, so happy.

It's my turn. I'll watch carefully. In my opinion, it is really a miracle to turn hard rice into crispy popcorn! The old man poured rice into the stove and pulled out a spoonful of sugar from the black box next to him. I hope he can put more, so he shakes the handle again and again. The coal under the stove burned red. I like to stand closer, so the old man will talk to me and we will talk about something. After a while, he will shout, "It's going to explode-"and I will cover my ears and run to my mother. "Bang-"is like a muffled thunder. In my opinion, it is even more wonderful than fireworks.

The combination of rice and sugar has become the taste of my childhood, and the air has become so sweet. I like to dig out popcorn by hand and put in two bags, which is as interesting as a pile of sand. After paying the money, my mother carried a bag in one hand and the mouth of the bag was steaming. I always reach for one. First, I ate it bite by bite, and finally I stuffed a whole mouth, full of satisfaction and joy. If you change to something rare, such as chocolate, only a small piece at a time can bring such satisfaction.

After returning home, I untied the bag, simply buried my whole face in popcorn, chewed a few mouthfuls, and it was still warm, with a strong aroma between my nose. My mother saw it and yelled, "What are you doing!" As long as I look up and there is a little snow on my mouth, nose tip and eyelashes, my mother will laugh.

Looking back on these childhood happiness now, I still have a pen in my hand, and the scenery downstairs is more different. How can it not make people sad?

2. Write an article describing the craftsmen around you. Clay figurine Zhang is a person on the craft road, and the "clay figurine Zhang" who pinched clay figurines ranked first.

Moreover, there is a first, no second, and the third is 108,000 miles. Clay figurine Zhang's name is.

Xianfeng used to go to two places. One is the theater Grand View Building in the northeast corner of the city, and the other is the restaurant Tianqing Pavilion in Beiguan.

Sitting there, you have to meet all kinds of people and pinch all kinds of people. Go to the Daguanlou stands to see all kinds of roles, and go to Tianqing Pavilion to see all kinds of roles in the world.

The latter is more like. It was raining that day, and he sat alone in Tianqingge drinking, while paying attention to the appearance of diners around him.

At this moment, three people came in from the outside. In the middle, a well-dressed, big-headed, medium-sized man, with a belly and a cow's posture, stormed in.

Standing on the table facing the door, the crouching man glanced at it and quickly shouted, "Mr. Zhang in the photo is a rare guest and a distinguished guest." There are always three people here-please come in! " Hearing this publicity, diners stopped talking and even put down their chopsticks and looked at the famous Zhang. At present, Zhang Jinwen, who made a fortune by selling salt, is the most angry person inside and outside the city.

In those days, he was adopted as an adopted son by General Hai Daren of Shengjing, ranking fifth. Therefore, it is also called "Zhang Haiwu".

But people call him Zhang to his face and Zhang Wu behind his back. Tianjinwei is the boundary of business, and whoever has money wins three points.

But except craftsmen, craftsmen eat by hand. Who else can you ask? Afraid of who? Therefore, clay figurine Zhang only cares about drinking and eating vegetables, looking around, completely ignoring Hai Zhangwu. But no, I just heard Hai Zhangwu talk about him.

A small voice said, "people are watching a play, and they have clay figurines in their sleeves." Take it out and have a look Just like on the stage. He pinched it. "

Then there was Hai Zhangwu's loud voice saying, "Where can I pinch it?" Pinched in the sleeve? Pinch it in your crotch! "Then there was a burst of laughter, making fun of clay figurine zhang. Everyone in Tianqingge heard these words.

People are waiting to see how Zhang, a clay figurine with superb skills and courage, "repays" Hai Zhangwu. A ball of mud passed through? I saw the clay figurine Zhang didn't listen to the game. He reached under the table with his left hand and tapped the sole to dig out a piece of mud.

With a drink in his right hand, he only looked at the tables and tables. The left hand fiddled with the mud, and a few fingers were quick * * *, more dexterous than Liu. Hai Zhangwu is still having fun. Clay figurine Zhang must have taken all those words back to the mud in his hand.

Then I stopped my hand, threw the clay ball on the table, got up and went to the counter to check out. Diners craned their necks to see that this clay figurine is really awesome! It's like cutting off Zhang Wu's head and putting it on the table.

A gourd ladle-like head, bulging eyes and a proud face are more like Zhang Wu in the sea than Zhang Wu in the sea. Only the size of a walnut.

Hai Zhangwu is over there. You can tell it's him two feet away. He shouted at the back of the clay figurine Zhang who was walking out the door: "This broken craft also needs to make money, and no one wants to sell it cheaply."

Without looking back, the mud man opened his umbrella and left. However, Tianjinwei's business did not end like this-the next day, rows of clay sculptures of Zhang Wu in the sea were placed on several grocery stalls in the street outside the North Gate, and another body was added. They just sat there.

And turn it over and buckle it, mass production, one or two hundred. There is also a white note on the stall, which reads in pen and ink: if you sell clothes at a low price, people coming and going in the street will be happy.

Look for acquaintances after having fun, and have another fun. Three days later, Hai Zhangwu sent someone to buy all these clay figurines at a high price. It is said that they also bought clay molds.

Clay figurines are gone, but the story of "selling Zhang Wu at a low price" has been circulating for more than 100 years until today. Brush Li Brush Li is a master of a construction factory on Hebei Avenue.

Just draw one line and do nothing else. The most amazing thing is that he always wears black when he brushes the pulp, and he never has any white spots when he finishes his work.

He also made a rule for himself that as long as there are white spots on his body, white brushes don't cost money. One day this year, Li accepted an apprentice named Cao.

Of course, I have long heard of Master Cao's unique skills, and I have always been dubious. This time, he must see for himself. On that day, I went out to work with my master for the first time and went to Workshop South Road in British Concession to brush mud for Li Xinjian's villa.

Before going to work, the master opened a small bag with him. It turned out that he was wearing black pants and a pair of black shoes. A room, a roof, four walls, first paint the roof and then paint the walls.

It's particularly difficult to brush. Who can't drop a drop when the brush dipped in thin powder slurry goes up at once? If you drop it, it will definitely fall on you. You can finish it with one brush, but you won't dip it.

But when the brush crosses the roof, it is even and solid, white, bright and refreshing. Li shuagong has a rule.

After painting a wall, you should sit on the stool for a while, smoke a pack of cigarettes, drink a bowl of tea, and then paint the next wall. At this moment, Cao took advantage of the opportunity to pour water and light a cigarette for the master, and carefully searched the whole body of brush Li with his eyes.

After painting every wall, he searched again. I cann't believe I didn't even find a sesame-sized powder spot.

He really feels that this black dress has a sacred majesty. However, when Li sat down after painting the last wall and Cao lit his cigarette, he saw a white spot on his trousers, the size of a soybean.

Black in white is more striking than white in black. It's over! Master revealed that he was not a fairy, and the legendary mountain-like image collapsed.

But he was afraid of the embarrassment of Master, and he dared not say or look at it, but he couldn't help but look at it. At this time, Li, who was brushing, suddenly said to him, "Little Three, have you seen the white spots on my pants?" .

You think the master's ability is fake and his reputation is deceptive, right? Silly boy, take a closer look-"said Li Shuashua, gently lifting his pants with his fingers. The white spot disappeared immediately. As soon as he let go, the white spot appeared again. Strange! He put his face together and looked at it again with ecstasy. The white spot turned out to be a small hole! I accidentally caught fire while smoking just now.

The white underwear inside is exposed through a small hole, which looks exactly like the white spots falling from the starch paste.

3. Describe the superb paragraph oral skills of the characters.

There is a man in the capital who is good at performing ventriloquism. Guests will have a big banquet and an eight-foot barrier will be built in the northeast corner of the hall. The ventriloquist will sit in the barrier with a table, a chair, a fan and a ruler. The guests sat around the screen. A moment later, I heard the sound of a beat from Wickwood inside the screen. The whole room was silent, and no one dared to speak loudly.

Hearing the barking of dogs in a distant alley, a woman woke up, yawned and stretched, and her husband was talking in his sleep. After a while, the child woke up and cried. The husband woke up. The woman comforts the child to eat milk, the child cries with a nipple, and the woman whispers him to sleep. The other eldest son woke up and kept talking. When it's true, women clap their hands, their mouths blare, babies cry on their chests, the boss just wakes up, and the husband scolds the boss. All of a sudden, it's wonderful. The full house of guests had no long necks. They listened carefully with their heads held high, smiled and praised silently, which made them feel wonderful.

After a while, the husband began to snore, and the woman's voice gradually disappeared. There was a faint voice, the mouse's sosso, the basin and container overturned, and the woman coughed in her dream. The guests relaxed a little and gradually straightened up.

Suddenly, a big man shouted "fire", so did the husband and the woman. The two children burst into tears. At that time, hundreds of thousands of people were shouting, hundreds of children were crying and hundreds of dogs were barking. The voice pulled down by Zhongli, the fiery voice, the whistling wind, and hundreds of works together; There are hundreds of cries for help, shouts of married with children, shouts of grabbing water and splashing water. In this case, there should be some sounds, not the same. Although people have hundreds of hands and fingers, they can't point to one end; A man has a hundred mouths and a hundred tongues in his mouth. You can't name a place. In this case, the guests didn't frighten their faces, left their seats, stroking their sleeves and arms, and their legs trembled, almost rushing to escape.

Suddenly clap your hands and all kinds of sounds disappear. Remove the screen inside, a person, a table, a chair, a fan and a piece of wood.

4. Ordinary craftsmen There are many craftsmen living around our lives, and they have a close relationship with us.

Around our lives, there are many craftsmen who are closely related to us. For example, the barber knows the thickness, color and texture of your hair; For example, a shoemaker knows your foot type, whether it's light or heavy, what's your walking bias and what kind of shoes to wear; The person who also knows your articles is the ironing worker in the laundry. He clearly knows the material, style and aesthetic orientation of your clothes. The couple in the tailor's shop know your size.

Kung fu in these crafts is not practiced overnight. Look at the hair salons that are springing up everywhere. Don't think how many craftsmen have grown up. In fact, most of them are doing some kind of warmth ...

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5. Highly skilled people write about their father's skills.

When I was a child, whenever I walked in front of my house and smelled a strong smell of food, I knew my parents were back. Because of my father's work needs, he is not at home most of the time and rarely goes home, sometimes once or twice a month, and sometimes he doesn't come back for months. So I envy other children. I can have dinner with my parents and go out to play together every day. And there are only two of me and my mother. I asked my mother why my father was always away. Is it because he doesn't want us? My mother denied my point of view and said that my father was a simple, earnest and hardworking person. I don't understand. ...

Dad's cooking is great. As long as I can smell the food from a distance, it must be that Dad has come back. After cooking for me the next day, my father left. Before he left, he always made me a kind of dried bean curd with a lot of spices such as bittern oil, and then strode away with his bag on his back, leaving only a back and finally becoming a point. Dried tofu tastes great, but it will be finished in a few days. So I expect him to come back again.

I finally couldn't help it, thinking: Next time my father comes back, I must let him teach me how to cook that delicious dried bean curd. My father finally came back, and I pestered him to teach me, and he agreed. There are so many procedures, I can't remember, and there are so many spices, I don't know. So I soon lost patience, but my father whispered: "Good things are hard to come by, just like making this tofu brain, it needs to be done step by step. Don't be opportunistic, or you won't be able to make that taste, and so will being a man. If you want to be a good person, you need to work hard. "

In a blink of an eye, ten years passed. Today, I can still taste the delicious dried bean curd cooked by my father. Now that my father is retired at home, he can cook for me every day, but I can't eat every day because my home is too far from school and I can only come back once a month.

Therefore, eating delicious dried tofu has become an expectation. It is precisely because of this expectation that I often think of the delicious dried tofu and my father's teachings. It inspires me to go forward bravely.

Now whenever I leave, my father will make me dried tofu and let me take it with me. I strode with my bag in my hand. When I turned around, my father kept looking at me, his eyes were so firm.

Along the way, I chewed the rare delicious food, and at this moment, I understood it all. ...

6. Famous craftsman composition 100 In the long river of history, some crafts and cultures are moving silently, and the name "craftsman" is getting farther and farther away from us.

Once I asked my sister if she knew how to make popcorn, but she actually told me that it was fried with beans, which really made me laugh and cry. When I was a child, I tried to show her how to make popcorn, but she didn't understand.

It may be late autumn or winter. I am doing my homework on the balcony. It was already late at night, and when I heard a bang, I looked up and bowed my head, only to see that the sunset had set and the sunset glow was red. There is an old man popping popcorn by a deciduous tree downstairs.

Now think about it, what kind of artistic conception it is! I put down my pen and rushed to find my mother. My mother found a bag and put some rice on it. I don't think it is enough. People crowded around the old man's stall in small groups. After every noise, there are all kinds of sounds under the fairly quiet tree: children's laughter, the sound of plastic bags, and the sound of women bargaining.

Then it quieted down again. In the long river of history, some crafts and cultures are moving forward silently, and the term "craftsman" is getting farther and farther away from us.

Once I asked my sister if she knew how to make popcorn, but she actually told me that it was fried with beans, which really made me laugh and cry. When I was a child, I tried to show her how to make popcorn, but she didn't understand.

It may be late autumn or winter. I am doing my homework on the balcony. It was already late at night, and when I heard a bang, I looked up and bowed my head, only to see that the sunset had set and the sunset glow was red. There is an old man popping popcorn by a deciduous tree downstairs.

Now think about it, what kind of artistic conception it is! I put down my pen and rushed to find my mother. My mother found a bag and put some rice on it. I don't think it is enough. People crowded around the old man's stall in small groups. After every noise, there are all kinds of sounds under the fairly quiet tree: children's laughter, the sound of plastic bags, and the sound of women bargaining.

After a while, I calmed down again. I was so happy, so happy. It's my turn. I'll watch carefully. In my opinion, it is really a miracle to turn hard rice into crispy popcorn! The old man poured rice into the stove and pulled out a spoonful of sugar from the black box next to him. I hope he can put more, so he shakes the handle again and again. The coal under the stove burned red. I like to stand closer, so the old man will talk to me and we will talk about something.

After a while, he will shout, "It's going to explode-"and I will cover my ears and run to my mother. "Bang-"is like a muffled thunder. In my opinion, it is even more wonderful than fireworks. The combination of rice and sugar has become the taste of my childhood, and the air has become so sweet. I like to dig out popcorn by hand and put in two bags, which is as interesting as a pile of sand.

After paying the money, my mother carried a bag in one hand and the mouth of the bag was steaming. I always reach for one. First, I ate it bite by bite, and finally I stuffed a whole mouth, full of satisfaction and joy. If you change to something rare, such as chocolate, only a small piece at a time can bring such satisfaction.

After returning home, I untied the bag, simply buried my whole face in popcorn, chewed a few mouthfuls, and it was still warm, with a strong aroma between my nose. My mother saw it and yelled, "What are you doing!" As long as I look up and there is a little snow on my mouth, nose tip and eyelashes, my mother will laugh. Looking back on these childhood happiness now, I still have a pen in my hand, and the scenery downstairs is more different. How can it not make people sad?

7. Q: An essay describing someone who has unique skills around him. Although I am only a fourth-grade student, I am not bragging. I can say that I am a bookworm. If I make any mistakes, my parents will tell me not to study for three days to kill me. I feel dizzy if I don't watch it for half a day. If I don't watch tea and rice for one day, it won't smell good for two days. Sleepless nights, three days? So I have a unique understanding of medicine, and now I will introduce it to you. You can also contribute.

The first trick is smuggling (parents who love to check their schoolbags are forbidden, otherwise they will bear the consequences). Put the books in your schoolbag and take them to school, one a day. You don't need to bring it after a certain amount. Just read the book slowly. The second trick is to burn the midnight oil. In the dead of night, if you turn on the light, no one will know. This trick is called night peeping (don't use it when you don't have enough sleep, and it is forbidden for insomniacs).

When doing homework, read the book as soon as it is finished, and close it as soon as mom and dad come. This trick is reading a book. I will play the trump card, I need great courage, and I also have great risks, that is, reviewing my lessons under the pretext, but there are books in it. This is a cool move, but if parents find out. . Look before you leap! You can also contribute.

The ultimate secret cannot be revealed. If you want to know, know for yourself (or call my mobile phone, the number is not available for the time being).

My own "lymphatic immunity" system can resist the "poison" law that parents don't let me study. Whether it is one year or two years, it is 6150,000 years. But the only thing that can't be done is that if parents find out, they will extend the detention time. . It's better to be blatant than petty theft, right?

In addition, I dedicate several related stories: At that time, I had no books to read. My fingers itch when I see a book, and I dare not grasp it if I want to. I feel bitter when my hand is extended and retracted. At this time, I haven't read for three days and nights, and my life is dying. In another day, I may die foaming at the mouth. I don't want to die young, and I have racked my brains to think about it, but I can't help it without books. My brain is like an empty eggshell. People are singing empty tricks in their stomachs, and I am thinking empty tricks in my mind. No, I have to think about it. Suddenly my mind flashed that someone was smuggling on TV. If I am lucky, I will succeed. Smuggling books with my skills is a piece of cake. So my smuggling began. I "pretend" first and put the book in my bag. Emissions should be reasonable, it is best not to be flat or fat, and then wait to "eat" books.

The invention of "night peep" is very simple. With the trick of "smuggling", I can watch it hungrily at school and feast my eyes at home. Too little time to study, too much appetite, we must think of a better way. Want to watch at home, first choose the time, morning, impossible, parents at the weekend is not at home, usually crazy at school, noon is basically the same as morning, it doesn't matter.

I love books like life. Please forgive me later. Give more books, the thicker the better. As long as the price is right, I will buy (borrow) and introduce new books quickly. My bookstore there has been cut down by me.

8. Famous craftsman composition 100 In the long river of history, some crafts and cultures are moving silently, and the name "craftsman" is getting farther and farther away from us.

Once I asked my sister if she knew how to make popcorn, but she actually told me that it was fried with beans, which really made me laugh and cry. When I was a child, I tried to show her how to make popcorn, but she didn't understand.

It may be late autumn or winter. I am doing my homework on the balcony. It was already late at night, and when I heard a bang, I looked up and bowed my head, only to see that the sunset had set and the sunset glow was red. There is an old man popping popcorn by a deciduous tree downstairs.

Now think about it, what kind of artistic conception it is! I put down my pen and rushed to find my mother. My mother found a bag and put some rice on it. I don't think it is enough. People crowded around the old man's stall in small groups. After every noise, there are all kinds of sounds under the fairly quiet tree: children's laughter, the sound of plastic bags, and the sound of women bargaining.

After a while, I calmed down again. I was so happy, so happy. It's my turn. I'll watch carefully. In my opinion, it is really a miracle to turn hard rice into crispy popcorn! The old man poured rice into the stove and pulled out a spoonful of sugar from the black box next to him. I hope he can put more, so he shakes the handle again and again. The coal under the stove burned red. I like to stand closer, so the old man will talk to me and we will talk about something.

After a while, he will shout, "It's going to explode-"and I will cover my ears and run to my mother. "Bang-"is like a muffled thunder. In my opinion, it is even more wonderful than fireworks. The combination of rice and sugar has become the taste of my childhood, and the air has become so sweet. I like to dig out popcorn by hand and put in two bags, which is as interesting as a pile of sand.

After paying the money, my mother carried a bag in one hand and the mouth of the bag was steaming. I always reach for one. First, I ate it bite by bite, and finally I stuffed a whole mouth, full of satisfaction and joy. If you change to something rare, such as chocolate, only a small piece at a time can bring such satisfaction.

After returning home, I untied the bag, simply buried my whole face in popcorn, chewed a few mouthfuls, and it was still warm, with a strong aroma between my nose. My mother saw it and yelled, "What are you doing!" As long as I look up and there is a little snow on my mouth, nose tip and eyelashes, my mother will laugh. Looking back on these childhood happiness now, I still have a pen in my hand, and the scenery downstairs is more different. How can it not make people sad?