英语人物细节描写

details 直接用这个就好了。。

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he is very (handsome)他非常...(帅)he has (hazel eyes)他有...（一双淡褐色的眼睛）he got (hazel eyes)他有...（一双淡褐色的眼睛）he has (a round face) with (small eyes)他有...(一张圆脸）和...(小眼睛)以下是我们班同学作文中的片段（都是鬼故事）：A swirling black flash was glimpsed through the trees. Black robes and a long hooded cloak, walking steadily towards the bunch of children. They huddled together, filled with the sense of despair. The cloaked figure circled them. A gasp went up as a boy saw a glinting object sliding from the figure’s waist. He continued to trundle relentlessly towards them. Then he stopped. The black cloak swayed in the discomforting, chilling breeze. Then he spoke.The oldest, was on the edge of the pack. “Thwack”. The slimly built boy swayed dramatically. His arms limp and his face drained of blood. Drained of life. The blood trickled down from his mouth to his chin. He fell to the floor, a sharp pinecone needle embedding itself in his glazed, open eye. It was only then they saw the sharp knife stuck in the back of the slim boy’s head. They looked up. They saw them. They were surrounded. No chance of surviving.“What? What do you mean?” I demanded. “What I mean is that I do not want you to suffer.” I didn’t understand, I really didn’t. He said “The reason I don’t want you to go is because they took my soul. My soul and the souls of fifty others on the day of the 7/7 bombings”. I ran, I couldn’t take it any more. I kept on running and I didn’t stop. There seemed to be trains everywhere, moving, derelict, abandoned. I ran faster and faster, jumping and bounding up and over sleepers and old tracks. Then I saw him. Him and the fifty others.“No, nothing…” Suddenly, all the light had gone, except the candle, the candlepower was wavering unruly in the darkness; outside the house, the wind was howling loudly and forcefully, bump into the window, trying to break the window, once…twice…and the third time, the window had been broke, the white curtain was swinging. The wind had come in to the house; it broke the offbeat silence inside.“That person…?” His gaze glued onto the man before him. Then, it was as if a lock had clicked open, his gaze now moved onto the other figure. There, standing next to him was an angelic looking woman. She had waist length wavy, russet coloured hair. Her long dressing gown hung loosely from her body. He tried very hard to remember where he had seen her but was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard another sorrowful, mournful cry.He gaped as he saw him grasping a knife tightly in his grip. His hazel eyes glowed as he forced himself up closer and closer to her. His hand rose higher and higher. The corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk. Her lip body fell onto the ground. Her eyes no longer begged for forgiveness but gazed, dull and lifeless, the scarlet blood-oozing out from the fatal cut on her white neck. The vicar dropped to his knees. A gush of wind blew, sweeping the clouds away, revealing the black, velvet blanket and the silver rimmed moon.Light pierced the gloomy rooms, cutting through the darkness. A bony figure moved beneath the bed sheets in one of the rooms. A skeletal head peeked from under the crimson stained covers, his eyes alive with fear. His legs emerged, cuts covering them. He suddenly ripped the bed sheets off, violently throwing them to the ground. He stood up, his face was distorted from slashes and bruises. He had nothing on except for a pair of ripped jeans.The man nudged him towards the door whilst loosening his grip slightly. He tried to wriggle free but the man had a tight grasp around him. The man angrily kicked the flaking door open, the harsh sunlight blinding them. He violently pushed the boy to the ground and focused on his eyes reading his thoughts. He suddenly looked pleased with himself, as if he had come to a decision. His hand fumbled in his pocket, searching for something.The grey haze covered the silent countryside and a few crickets could be heard chirping, along with the rustling of the parched leaves. Miss Swan was standing under an old oak tree, waiting for her partner at her part time job. She looked to her right but only to see the depressing fog hiding the green landscape. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she swiftly turned her head to meet a pair of brown eyes.Suddenly, she heard a faint sound of heavy breathing coming from the reflected image in the mirror. She peered at the glass saw herself breathing hard, it was so real she felt as though she really did have a difficulty breathing. Her eyes were glued to the mirror and stuck to her reflection. It was growing dark. She heard a bang from down stairs but couldn’t move. She didn’t know what was going on. The mirror was causing her to hallucinate, suffocating her. Suddenly she felt two hands dragging her away from the glass. Mark’s face was pale as he watched Mary struggle to get her breath back.

She is a beautiful girl with moist eyes always talking,cherry-lips often cling,and rosy checks so inviting.老师给讲的，只有这个还能发出来吧。with 后面是描述怎么漂亮就可以算细节了

1、只见他身材伟岸，肤色古铜，五官轮廓分明而深邃，犹如希腊的雕塑，幽暗深邃的冰眸子，显得狂野不拘，邪魅性感。2、她笑了，两个可爱的小酒窝显得如此甜美。3、双方越吵越凶，就像一只只斗红了眼的小公鸡。4、他那胖脸像一个圆球，下巴的肉往下垂着，使人担心这肉随时可以掉下来。5、我奶奶已60多岁，两鬓斑白，满脸皱纹，鼻梁上架着一副老花镜。6、他说起话来，像炮筒子一样冲，全是火药味儿。7、我不知道该怎样表达你留在我心中最强最深的印象。是你丰满颀长的身材？白皙的皮肤？乌黑幽深的眼睛？小巧红润的嘴唇？但还有一种说不出、捉不到的丰仪在煽动着我的心。8、“叮咚叮咚”的门铃声响了，一位高高的，瘦瘦的，而且有一点秃头的中年人走出来帮我们开门，他穿着一件白色的衬衫，系着一条黑的领带，他就是我的叔叔。9、爸爸变了，那才叫人舒畅呢。我欣慰，我开心，比什么都令人欢欣鼓舞。10、我给爸爸画个像。爸爸鼻粱上架着一回黑框眼镜。他在学校教地理，这副眼镜帮着他看见了中国，看到了全世界。他也教历史，这副眼镜又帮着他看到了书中古今中外的历史人物，了解到变化万千的史实。爸爸的眼镜可真是个望远镜呀！我在给爸爸画眼圈时就画了一副大大的黑眼镜框，在镜片上还画了很多圈圈。别看爸爸的鼻子能托起“望远镜”，可是却不怎么灵。那回他在家里炖肉，把锅坐在火炉上就趴在桌子上备起课来。肉糊了，他却没闻着，还是我从外边跑进来告诉他的。是不是爸爸的鼻孔小呢？11、歌声突发．字字清脆．声声宛转、如新莺出谷．乳燕归巢。12、他的脸一下子拉了下来，像刷了层浆糊般地紧绷着。13、她的肌肤像大理石一样的白嫩滋润，穿着天蓝色的、前后领口开得很低的连衫裙，胸前绣着一束深蓝色的兰花，显得文静而幽雅。14、只见那人俊美绝伦，脸如雕刻般五官分明，有棱有角的脸俊美异常。外表看起来好象放荡不拘，但眼里不经意流露出的精光让人不敢小看。一头乌黑茂密的头发，一双剑眉下却是一对细长的桃花眼，充满了多情，让人一不小心就会沦陷进去。高挺的鼻子，厚薄适中的红唇这时却漾着另人目眩的笑容。

detailed descriptions 楼上的拼错单词了~·

我的女儿是一个漂亮的孩子，圆圆的脸蛋儿上镶嵌着两个酒窝儿，黑葡萄似的眼睛闪闪发光。两个扎了蝴蝶结的小辫子，走起路来呼扇呼扇的左右摆动着。洁白的牙齿整齐的排列着笑起来非常好看。