Excellent composition in the eighth grade

No matter in school or in society, everyone has written a composition and must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Through composition, we can gather scattered thoughts together. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following are nine excellent eighth-grade compositions I compiled for reference only. Let's have a look.

I have grown up, savoring the wind chimes of time, and looking back at my footprints, I suddenly found that books accompanied all the past in my life. Ah! Shuxiang, my friend! I can see her footprints everywhere in my life.

There is her voice in my four seasons, "Good rain knows the season, when spring comes" opens the door to spring; "Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and there was a dragonfly standing on his head" touched Xia's string; "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February" has opened the window of autumn; "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" and sings the winter poem.

I have her footprints in my dream. The unconstrained style on the way to learn from the scriptures, the integrity of Liangshan in Shui Bo, the changing situation of the battlefields in the Three Kingdoms, and the laughter in the Grand View Garden hide her face everywhere. The Yellow Crane Tower recalls that "in ancient times, yellow cranes carried saints to heaven", Yueyang Tower sang "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later", the Yangtze River port sang "Just watch the Yangtze River flow into the sky", and the bank of the Yellow River sang "How does the water of the Yellow River get out of the sky, enter the sea, and never return". Jieshi in the east, v. the life of the tortoise; On Huangsha Road, frogs sound everywhere. Farming can be done in the Peach Blossom Garden, and chrysanthemums can be picked at the foot of Nanshan.

There is a water-like sound in the book, which echoes in my ears for a long time, allowing me to savor it in the four seasons and in nature.

When reading the biography, what happened to Xiang Yu made me very sad.

When he heard the cries of people all over the world, he stepped forward and led the sons and daughters of Jiangdong to smash Qin Jun and kill the king of Qin. When he and Liu Bang competed for the world, there was a great benevolence and righteousness that the Hongmen banquet did not kill Liu Bang, and there was also a combination of wisdom and courage in the battle of Julu Gaixia. But what he got was an ambush from the villain. When he reached the Wujiang River, he got cold feet. Instead of running away, he committed suicide on the Wujiang River. ...

I admired Tao Yuanming when I saw him.

Tao Yuanming lived in the dark Eastern Jin Dynasty. He couldn't see the light and hope in the officialdom, so he resigned and retired. He wrote an eternal famous sentence on Nanshan, which was praised by later generations.

I am fond of books, from Han Fu, Tang Poetry, Song Poetry, Yuan Qu to novels in Ming and Qing Dynasties. They are like clear springs, growing up with me bit by bit. They guide me to love nature and find a great spirit to enrich my life.

Shuxiang, my friend, will always accompany me.

Some people like sports, and he thinks that only watching sports can give them the greatest enjoyment.

Some people like to travel, and he thinks that only visiting famous mountains and rivers can give him the greatest happiness.

Some people love money, and he thinks that only having more money is the greatest happiness.

And my favorite is reading, as long as an ordinary book will make me very happy.

It is near dusk, and the sunset is infinitely beautiful. The sunlight slanted into my room through the window. Everything turned into warm orange. And I, alone with a bench and a book.

Book, sitting on the balcony. Quiet in the room, quiet. Sunlight overflowed my knees from the ground and my books. Reach out and touch it. The weather is very warm.

I read a wide range of books, and even a cabinet of books can't satisfy my desire. As long as I want to read books, I can borrow them from others and buy them myself, even if it is difficult. Bookstores and libraries are the places I must visit during my holidays.

I like reading ancient books. Reading Tang poetry and Song poetry, I know that Li Bai "laughs in the sky when going out. Are we Artemisia people?" I know Du Fu's lofty ideal of "having a magnificent building to cover the poor people in the world", and I know Wang Wei's nostalgia of "knowing where brothers climb from afar, always inserting one person in the dogwood". Reading the Analects of Confucius made me know the thinking and great wisdom of the ancients like the back of my hand. Reading is my favorite.

I like reading modern literature. Reading "The Back of a Dynasty" makes me look at the Qing Dynasty from the perspective of Yu. Reading Camel Xiangzi let me know the fate of rickshaw pullers. Reading Flowers in the Morning and Flowers in the Evening made me understand Lu Xun's childhood. Reading is my favorite.

I like reading foreign classics. Reading How Steel was Tempered made me learn to be stronger. Reading Who's Who made me understand the life of Beethoven, Michelangelo and lev tolstoy. Reading "The Prince and the Poor Child", I learned about the life of a child at the bottom and the life of a prince. Reading is my favorite.

Books are a bright light in the darkness, illuminating our way forward; Books, a ray of sunshine in the cold, warm our hearts; Books are endless springs, which bring us endless power.

Reading is my favorite.

Small hands when I was a child. You can always surround my hands. I can't earn or get rid of them. Then I began to enjoy the warmth in your hands. It's beautiful. Any older, I'll be naughty. When I go home, my face is always dirty. You never give up. You gently rubbed my face with your red hand as if I were a fragile doll. When I was five or six years old, I was angry and wronged at my neighbor's house and went home crying. You were so flustered when you saw it, and your face was full of worries. Then you dragged me to find them. At that time, your hands were very strong, and I didn't want to break free. I just want to rely on it. I just want to say to you: "Mom, I will protect you when I grow up." When I am wronged, you always rely on me, let me talk, and then teach me the truth of being a man.

I remember that time, I bought a pink hairpin for your birthday with coins I had saved for a long time. One afternoon, I always imagined the joy when you put on the pink hairpin, so that I was knocked on the table by the teacher several times. But I persisted until school was over. I packed my schoolbag and looked at the corner where I put my hair clips. I was in a panic. Where are the hair clips? I looked everywhere, but there was no trace of it. Then my ear rang: "This hairpin is really beautiful." I looked at the man angrily. "It's polite of you to tamper with other people's things casually!" "Get ready to grab the hairpin, and then the two of us will fight like this." Damn it. . . "The hairpin is broken. I looked at it in surprise and slowly squatted down to pick it up. The man was afraid. Tears, I couldn't help falling. I ran home like a gallop, clutching the hairpin in my hand, even though the broken sharp part stung me. I am depressed at the thought that I will never see the beauty of my mother wearing a hairpin again ... "Mom ..." I rushed to your side, and I was in tears, telling you in an intermittent voice, my confidante. You just bowed your head and wiped my tears. Listen, let me lean on it. Then you say, "Forget about other people's mistakes and talk about their goodness. "

Mom, my daughter has grown up now, but she will never forget her childhood. Who will wipe my tears when I am wronged? I fell, who will help me up; Who advised me to take medicine when I was sick? I want to write you that difficult song of maternal love, and I just want to rely on you. I want to be strong. I want to protect you. Just like you hold my hand tightly and give me warmth.

Mom, "forget people's mistakes and talk about people's kindness."

I haven't seen the starlight for a long time. Tonight, the sky is high and the clouds are light. The stars are as kind as friends' eyes, enjoying the children's laughter on the earth, and the moon finally can't help being lonely and has a bright smile.

The blue sky makes me relaxed and happy. Look at that star, hidden in the folds of the sky, shining. There are no trees, no stars or whispers, or singing softly, flashing in the sky. Constellations are telling beautiful stories. Bear constellation is simple and lovely, lying in Xinghai to play; Sagittarius is natural and graceful, and the bow and arrow never leave the body to protect the air; I remember a song: "Give me your constellation and change the ancient sky together. Tonight, with your eternal luck, slowly walk into my star; Tomorrow, there will be a legend in the sky, that is our constellation, forever in ... the stars shine with strange brilliance, illuminating the soul on the blue earth.

Walking on the path, you see, the moon shadow is scattered on the soft lake, the breeze blows, and the golden light is scattered. The moon in the water is broken and round, round and broken ... Listen, the sleeping sound of Qingshan echoes in the forest, hits the cliff and disappears into the sky like fashion.

A fragrance came with the wind and smelled into the heart and spleen. What is competing to open is cordate telosma, which dances slowly with the breeze. Glittering liquid ran down my cheeks, and I couldn't tell whether it was the tranquility of the night or the fragrance of flowers. I gently closed my eyes and stood in the breeze, and the fragrance evoked my long-lost tenderness. Open your eyes, or wet eyes tell me that the night is so hazy!

Subtle feeling, slightly rippling. As a result, feelings surged up. ...

Love, like a trickle, moistens our hearts.

Love, like a mother's hand, caresses our cheeks.

Love, about love, fraternity, respect and so on. Mom and dad's love for us; The love of teachers and classmates is the sweetest love. Of course, the casual love of strangers is also very charming. There is a lot of love, but you need to understand it carefully.

Today, I realized that small, warm love. It secretes the heart and spleen, warms you and touches me.

After school, we are like homing birds, excited and anxious. However, the weather is not beautiful, the black curtain is pulled down, and the heavy thunder rolls like a muffled thunder, "rumbling, rumbling." I walked out of school hand in hand with my classmates. Looking up at the sky like Bao Gong, I can't help speeding up my steps. The wind rolled the fallen leaves and the branches groaned in pain. I urged, "Let's go, it's going to rain, and your home road is still long." We couldn't help running.

Gee, I can't help wondering why my classmates stopped. Following her eyes, I saw an old beggar squatting in a corner. His face is covered with dirt and his hair is like a messy haystack. I don't know how long it's been since I combed it. It's covered with leaves and pieces of paper. Clothes are filthy, a wisp of east and a wisp of west, and a thick cloth rope is tied around the waist to prevent clothes from being scattered. He was barefoot, and his feet were covered with mud, as if he had a wound. There was faint blood on him and he looked flustered. The students' eyes are more and more caring, and their eyes seem to be covered with water mist. She whispered, "Look, he is older than our grandfather. It's going to rain, and the old man can't recover from gonorrhea. Do you think we should help him? " Before I could answer, she quickly stepped forward and said to the old beggar, "Grandpa, it's going to rain. Hurry home. " The old beggar raised his weather-beaten face and smiled at her. The classmate hesitated for a while, put his hand into his pocket, took out the only two yuan in his pocket, and decisively put it into the small basin in front of the old beggar. I couldn't help being anxious and said to my classmates, "that's the money for your ride home." It will rain. How can you go home? " The classmate said: "Nothing, my home is not far, I will walk back. When it rains heavily, I will play it by ear and find a place to hide from the rain. I am so smart that I can't beat me. " Say, lift your legs and run forward, then wave back at me.

I can't help feeling a little excited. When she harvested grandpa's smile, I found that her face was filled with unspeakable joy. I was moved by her concern for a stranger I met by chance. I think: In order to make the world full of love, we should give more love to others. Tonight, I should give my love to my dear parents first.

Love, like a tree sheltering from the sun, protects us from the wind and rain.

Love is like the rising sun, which brings us soft sunshine.

Love is like a breeze, permeating around you and winding around you.

Love needs no reason, it is always waiting, as long as you keep your eyes open and observe carefully.

There is such a person: she sometimes educates us with the attitude of her elders; Sometimes take care of us as a loving mother; Sometimes they play with us as friends.

Teachers are strict elders: when we were in the fourth grade of primary school, there was a class teacher named Yang, who gave her the first impression: fierce! Mathematics in our class is one of the worst. Since Mr. Yang came to be our head teacher, the rise of mathematics in our class has made all teachers feel incredible. Teacher Yang always severely criticizes you first, then seriously guides you, and will give you an appropriate talk after class.

Once, my math score was 96. I think I did well in the exam and I am very happy. After class, Miss Yang called me to the office. I thought she would praise my progress in my study. Unexpectedly, she severely scolded me and called me careless. I feel wronged in my heart. She made me do that wrong question ten times. After that, Teacher Yang gave me an analysis, a reason and three examples.

I passed a few days carefully, and Miss Yang called me to the office again. I walked in trembling. Teacher Yang sat me down and told me the spirit of mathematics and how to apply it better. Then he talked to me about some small things in life. From then on, my math went further.

The north wind roared and the snow fell heavily. All night, the trees, the ground and the road were covered with thick white quilts. Looking at the snow on campus, people can't help but want to roll on it. We sat in the classroom and looked at the scene of white clothes outside the window. We really can't help wanting to play. In the first class, the class teacher's class, Miss Yang came in and called us to have a snowball fight in the playground. We cheered loudly and shouted "Long live!"

Teacher Yang on the playground seems a little different from usual. Like a child, she shouted and laughed at us, completely losing her former "prestige". We happily bounced a cold snowball with our cold hands on the playground and threw it at each other.

Teacher, you are the spring breeze that moistens our hearts. Teacher, you are a warm summer: bathing us and growing sturdily. Teacher, you are the autumn wind: blowing away all our troubles. Teacher, you are a snowflake: melting in our hearts.

When we are unhappy, the teacher is also a key to help us open our inner shackles and let our hearts be released again. Many days and nights, they were awake to correct our homework until dawn. Even on holidays, they are busy preparing course plans for us. Moreover, no matter where the teachers go, we students will always be worried about them. When the earth secretly revolves around the sun, the teacher also leads us on the road of life.

But as a student, who ever really thought that what teachers do is for our future, Mr. Zheng? She told us that important paragraphs must be remembered. If you put ancient poetry in the exam, if you don't exercise how to bear small setbacks now, you will definitely fall down when you grow up. "So, everyone learned to take the initiative to recite paragraphs. Seriously, we enjoy this challenge! Whenever I see that my dictation (dictation) is all right, my heart will be particularly excited. Three minutes before each class, Mr. Zheng will let us read books or introduce ourselves to exercise our oral English.

In Mr. Zheng's class, we all found it very interesting. She will tell us some stories or experiences of the author, so that we are all ears. This is a kind of happiness that other teachers cannot give us.

Although Mr. Zheng is not the most beautiful. But she has a pair of big eyes, and there is a gentleness in her eyes, pointing at us and caring about us; The bangs on her forehead are so beautiful that she likes to move from time to time in class. She is not tall. She looks gentle, kind and full of love.

I remember when she gave me the first class, I heard his apology "I'm sorry" and bowed deeply. "Because, when I was young, I didn't like writing very much. When I grow up, my handwriting is ugly. So I have high requirements for your writing. " That sentence touched me, because it was the first time I heard the teacher apologize to the students since kindergarten. This makes me feel that teachers in junior high schools are always more difficult to understand than teachers in primary schools.

He is not our head teacher, but like our head teacher, he takes good care of us.

Ah! This is my teacher, a humorous teacher in class, an amiable teacher, a teacher who loves us deeply!

How happy it is to have a good teacher.

Standing in the misty rain, a group of looming figures flashed before my eyes, and I looked around blankly. However, I only saw the familiar figure. I shouted, but the rain poured down and you didn't look back. I feel helpless, because our sense of distance is getting farther and farther, really far away.

There is a distance that can be calculated, but it can never be shortened; There is a distance between "heart and heart", the farther the better, the closer the better. When two hearts can set each other off sincerely, there is no difference between far and near. Therefore, I believe that as long as you cross that seemingly distant rainy road, there will be better things waiting for you.

In our infinite youth, that mature heart has brought me a lot of envy, bitterness and happiness, and these loves are secretly buried in friendship, love or affection; I still remember that in that activity, we had endless topics for each other at the same age. It was good for a group of people, male or female, to play together, but in this process, I may have a subtle relationship with you, afraid to go forward, but reluctant to go back, but when I look at you with a smile, I feel that we are in different spaces, because you don't know that I am staring at you. I can't tell you what it feels like. It seems that there is an invisible balance between us. Although it is always balanced, the distance will not change. I am afraid that one day, when you are tired of this embarrassment, whether you choose to turn around and leave, open this distant distance or narrow it, it will make me feel at a loss. But I deeply understand that this is a necessary subject for growing up, and I will not escape.

In the rain, I still only see your figure, but I no longer cry in despair. I'll chase you forward. When I stand shoulder to shoulder with you, we have no "distant distance", no hesitation in the rain, only an eternal rainbow.

Early summer is the season when azaleas bloom. When you go to the mountain, you will see a rhododendron on the mountain, just like a burning fire, which is very beautiful.

Yingshanhong, also known as "Jindalai", is a famous mountain flower in China. Although it is not as luxurious as peony, nor as proud as Clivia, people like it very much because it has many unique characteristics.

Rhododendron is a shrub, generally more than one meter high, with dark brown stems and flowers in spring.

The spring days in the north are not as colorful as those in the south of the Yangtze River. Sleeping vilen has just turned a little green. The swallows who announced spring have not come from the south, and the earth has just awakened. At this time, Yingshanhong was facing the chilly spring breeze and opened alone.

The flowers of Yingshanhong are pink, and each flower has five big petals, which are like plum blossoms, but not exactly like them. Stamens are like tentacles of butterflies. When the flowers bloom, one next to another, one crowded with another. You won't let me, and I won't let you. Very cute. Although there are no bees dancing for them and no thrush singing for them, they don't feel lonely at all. They are in full bloom. From a distance, it looks like a red wall, connected with the sky and dyed red.

The Lion Mountain is covered with pieces of brown stones, which are littered and uneven. The gap between the stones is where azalea takes root and sprouts. They are not afraid of wind and rain, snow and ice, winding, intertwined, along the cracks in the stone, with amazing perseverance and tenacious survival. Ten this year, dozens and hundreds next year.

Generally, flowers grow leaves first and then bloom, but they all bloom first and then grow leaves after the flowers fall. Their leaves are long and narrow, green and lovely.

Yingshanhong is famous far and wide. Every spring, many tourists go up the mountain to watch. Some people take azalea home one by one and give it to relatives and friends to show their sincere friendship.

There is also a touching story about the origin of Yingshanhong. Listen to the old man: Earlier, the azaleas on the rocky mountain were pink and white. On one occasion, five anti-Japanese female soldiers unfortunately fell into the enemy. The cruel enemy put the tips of two trees together, then tied their feet to two trees respectively, and then suddenly let go. With the help of trees, people were divided into two halves. The blood of five martyrs was sprinkled on the flowers drop by drop, and the mountain was red. After listening to this story, I love Hongshan more and admire the martyrs who sacrificed for the revolution more!