The sentence describing the character's psychology is about 20 words.

1. He felt that his heart was brutally cut open by a blunt file, and sadness flowed from the wound and scattered all over the floor.

He seems to have an indescribable taste in his heart, as if the snake gall all over the world is churning in his stomach. He couldn't stand it and wanted to spit it out, but it just fell on his mouth and swallowed it back abruptly, leaving him with a bitter taste.

He suddenly stared at the fruit blender, as if his heart was stirring and bleeding, and then planted his broken heart back in his chest, leaving only a pool of stagnant water.

He doesn't feel sad, but he doesn't know what it feels like. However, he suddenly realized that he had been numb for a long time now! He chewed the food in his mouth, as if it were made of mud, but if it was really made of mud, it should smell like mud!

The teacher's concern made me feel like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, which was really unpleasant.

My uneasy heart beats faster and faster, and I dare not think. Too excited to speak ~

I looked down timidly, afraid to look at my father's muddy face.

I was afraid that the steering wheel would slip off, so my heart jumped and my hands sweated.

His eyes were straight, and he talked to himself over and over again, surprised and scared, and his legs were shaking like chaff.

Looking at the broken bottles on the ground, I was so nervous that I opened my mouth and stood there, feeling uneasy. If my father comes back and finds out, he will severely criticize me.

He looked at me trembling, as if he had a string of candied haws in his mouth. He rang for a long time without saying anything.

I didn't move. I said angrily in my heart, "Her ugliness matches me very well. My menstruation is dignified and beautiful, hum! "

I feel as if my eyes are bubbling outward. If it weren't for so many classmates, I would have slapped her in the face.

His accumulated anger erupted like a volcano overnight.

Teeth rattle, eyes have an uncontrollable anger, like an irritated lion.

Hatred, like a monster, devours my heart and makes me restless. I always wonder if others are on the same road as myself, which road is wider. My heart is very nervous. How can you stand it? I'm afraid that young soldier will suddenly jump up or scream. I dare not look at him. I can't bear to see my comrades burned alive. However, I still can't help watching it. I was expecting some miracle when the fire suddenly went out. My heart ached, and tears blurred my eyes.