Eighth grade composition

Everyone has tried to write a composition in daily study, work or life. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. So, how to write a composition? The following are nine eighth-grade compositions I collected for reference only. Let's have a look.

A meteor crossed the sky, and I missed my wish.

The spray splashed on the rocks and I missed the scene.

A story was told only once, and I missed it.

I only walk once in my life. What did I miss?

I missed the wild flowers in full bloom in spring, the bright sunshine in summer, the leaves with red frost in autumn and the crystal snowflakes in winter.

Perhaps, there will be many misses in our life, and no one wants to miss them, but that's the truth. And when you regret and sigh for missing, you miss a lot. Heraclitus said, "People can't step into the same river twice." Any regret and regret will not help, time will not go back, and what has been missed has gone with the trend of history. It is a wise man's choice to face what he missed wisely and cherish what he didn't miss.

Please pause for a moment, stay away from the noise of the city, enjoy the breeze and sunshine, and put your heart into nature gently, so that you won't miss the four seasons.

There are countless meteors, waves and stories in this world. We missed more than one, but we can't miss everyone. What we missed yesterday, we should make good use of it today. Because we are young, because we are competitive, because we know how to live!

It is you who have warmed this winter.

You, you, lively, enthusiastic, naughty and sincere. Our friendship, sometimes like a glass of clear water, makes you refreshed and full of vitality in the hot summer days; Sometimes it's like a fire. In the cold winter, it makes your blood boil and your strength is endless. It is it that warms this winter.

When I got up in the morning, the cold wind blew outside, which made my window "bang". It snowed heavily on the way to school. People wear thick down jackets, gloves, masks and scarves and dress like bears, otherwise they will be frozen into popsicles. On such a cold day, we still have to stay in the classroom, because as soon as we go out, the biting wind will blow on our faces, making you pale and your hands red with cold. Our classroom is as warm as summer.

You see:

"Ah, how do you put things on somebody else's back again! & QUT Milk makes us love each other, and flowers bloom and fall-classmate Yao. Speaking of him, he is a clown in our class! He always attracts others' attention in different ways and makes people laugh all the time. Whenever this happens, he will twist his neck and say, "I'm making beautiful women laugh!" " "Say, don't forget to throw a glad eye, say" girl, smile ". At this time, some girls will go up and kick his feet, and some will make a vomiting action. Most boys laugh.

"Ha ha ha ... ha ha ha" It was my deskmate Zhuo who laughed out of breath, nicknamed "Yuanbao". But I don't think it suits him. I think The Clown is quite suitable for him. That day, he said to me; "deskmate deskmate, I have a new idea, you help me draw a pure black eye shadow. & qut, I didn't think much either. I'll be fine soon. He said to Liang Dehua, "You help me make a flag." After finishing, he actually put on his glasses, like a "black blind man". Holding a banner in his hand, he shouted, "Fortune-telling, fortune-telling. "All of a sudden, I made my classmates who were studying by themselves laugh.

"Shut up, it's too noisy!" This angry and hoarse man is my good friend Zhuo. Although we are good friends, as long as I talk to my deskmate, she doesn't shield me at all and still punishes me. She is now a disciplinary committee member in her class. Although she is so imposing, she is very gregarious with us. She often tells jokes to make everyone laugh, and her classmates like her very much.

Of course, our group can say more than that.

At the sports meeting, we kept our eyes open, held a small red flag in our hands, leaned forward and tried our best to cheer for the athletes; After class, students will chat and gossip together; When the teacher is angry, everyone dares not go out to do homework; When encountering difficulties, let's work together. ......

The unity of this big collective; The tacit understanding of this collective; I remember this collective effort. This big group is always warm, which worries me all the time. It is you who have warmed this winter. Thank you.

It is your friendship with Class 83 that warms my whole winter and makes me happy and not lonely this winter.

I remember before, I was timid and refused to answer questions in class, but after that, I changed.

That was in the fourth grade. In order to make us like reading and increase the amount of reading, the teacher launched an activity called "reading exchange". Reading communication, as the name implies, is to choose your favorite article to communicate with you and really talk about why you like this article and your feelings. At the beginning, no one signed up, and the teacher selected more than 20 students first. After several rounds, after the first particularly successful speech, the students rushed to find the teacher to sign up, but I still couldn't beat that timid heart.

After returning home. My mother somehow found out and asked, "Have you signed up?" . I have to pretend not to hear. She seemed to see through my acting skills and said, "This is your chance to exercise. You must cherish it and register tomorrow. " Without my consent, I took some books and asked me to choose one as an article for communication. After a long time, I didn't choose one that satisfied him. He said: "Sign up first, and then choose tomorrow after applying."

The next day, I went to the office almost after class, but I didn't dare to go in once. Another recess, I came to the office again. After a while, suddenly there came a very terrible voice: "What are you doing here?" The Chinese teacher said kindly. "Well, I want to sign up." The teacher smiled and said, "Bring it in." The teacher came into the office and picked up a table with names on it. At first glance, the serial number on the table has been ranked to 100. Although there are many people signing up in the class, after all, there are only more than 70 people. How can it be more than 100? The teacher may have seen my doubts and said, "A few people should report more times. I come every day, and if I can't, I have to write more times. "

After registering, a big stone in my heart was finally put down. But the problem is not over yet, because I bought several books over the weekend and didn't choose an article, so I concentrated on choosing one. I finally chose an article, but I faced a bigger problem, that is, I was timid, and my voice was low and my speech was fast when I read the article. But after day-to-day contact, it has also changed a lot.

Finally it's time for me to communicate.

After class, with the end of the communication between the first person and the second person, I didn't listen to other people's articles, only thinking about myself. My palms are all sweaty. It's my turn. I hurried to the podium and began to read. Because I was very nervous, I read quickly. The teacher asked me to read it again, so I adjusted my mind. As a result of practicing at home, I read very successfully and got applause from my classmates.

Because of this time, I dare to speak in class from now on, and my courage has become much bigger.

Thank you, class. It is your encouragement that fills me with confidence. Thank you, teacher. It was your education that changed me. At the same time, I also thank myself for insisting on making myself successful.

If you have studied in our school, you will know that the woman with camellia in front of us is Li. We like her and are afraid of her. She is like a giant computer with a solar perpetual motion machine. This giant computer will keep spewing venom from her mouth.

For example, the day after the mid-term exam, she only assigned homework in our class. As a result, several students ate the leopard gall and didn't hand in their homework the next day, so she spent ten minutes in the office without any swearing, making the boys sitting on the office floor cry 1 m 78. Finally, she felt so sorry that she squatted down, took out a pack of paper towels to help one of her classmates wipe tears, hugged his head and whispered, "Go home and cry if you want." I still work here. Be good and don't lose face in school. They are all adults. " She pointed at the others. "You too!"

The saddest thing is that her eyes are shining with warm and moving light, and she treats her classmates as warmly as spring.

As long as there is sunshine, she won't collapse.

Once, a classmate was playing with paper towels in the bathroom. Unfortunately, he threw the paper towels out of the bathroom. More unfortunately, he just threw them to an uncle. The most exasperating thing is that the uncle sued the school and said that he would sue at the first scene. We are nervous to be famous for our school, and that classmate is going to the countryside with a schoolbag on his back. However, after our giant computer was busy for two days on more than ten centimeters of Gauguin shoes, everything was calm again. That classmate was dismissed as expected.

Every time she wears this eternal overwhelming smile on her face.

This giant computer also has a docile side. One day, Wan Li was clear in the morning, and it turned into a downpour in the afternoon. When she was ready to go home, it was already late. She found that a student had not left. After asking some questions, she knew that her home was far from here, and it was raining again today, and she didn't bring an umbrella. So, Li prefect drove her home. Although she was in a hurry that night.

This is our omnipotent giant computer teacher. She always makes us like her and fear her.

Eighth grade composition 5 Lotus, graceful water fairy; Lotus, a gentleman in flowers, is full of fragrance. Since ancient times, many scholars have praised it with beautiful sentences, and many people have praised it with beautiful notes.

"If the mud doesn't stick, the chain won't be demon." Write down the noble qualities of lotus. The beauty of lotus is solemn, it is not as enchanting as peony, and it is not as illusory as rainbow.

I love the lotus and its purity; I love lotus, and I love its selflessness. I love lotus, and I love its nobility!

Every time other flowers fade, it still blooms. It never flinches in the face of difficulties and never gives up.

I remember once, my cousin and I went to the park to play. At that time, it was just the season when lotus flowers were in full bloom. As soon as we entered the gate of the park, we saw that the pond was full of lotus flowers, dancing with the wind. My cousin saw it and ran away happily. I can't wait to follow my cousin. Suddenly, our faces are full of happiness. Look! The lotus flowers in the pond are all white and flawless, as pure as crystal. Some people have only one white bud in the green, and they are shy to talk. Some are only half open, some petals are scattered all over the floor, and some are clustered around the stamens, just like a little girl dancing ballet; Those girls who are fully open, like the girls in plain clothes in white, are showing their bright smiles to tourists; Others, the petals are gone, revealing the green lotus, and the small hole in the lotus seed seems to be a small mouth, which contains lotus seeds! Lotus flowers exude a fresh and elegant fragrance, attracting butterflies to dance and pleasing to the eye. Naughty dragonflies flapped their wings and flew from flower to flower, playing happily with lotus flowers. I was intoxicated and felt that the lotus in the pond was a fairy dancing in front of my eyes.

Just when I was intoxicated, the sky was overcast, as if it were a shady scene on the big screen. I know there will be a big storm. "The weather is terrible, sister. Do you think these lotus flowers will be blown down by the wind and rain? " My cousin asked me with a puzzled face. I didn't care then! I took my cousin's hand and ran home. I just ran to the door. Sure enough, as I expected, "Boom ..." tripterygium wilfordii brazenly sounded the emergency phone. I quickly closed the window and took my cousin to bed. "Hey, sister, you haven't answered my question yet!" I talk nonsense: "Of course it will be blown down, how can there be flowers that are not blown down by the storm!" " ""Yes, for example, the legendary seven-color flower ... ""You are daydreaming again, go to sleep! " "Hua Hua ..." Miss Sang Yu sang a rock song and we fell asleep with it.

It cleared up and it stopped raining.

Once again, we ran to the park and witnessed the miracle my brother said. As soon as I entered, I froze. The lotus in the pool is more beautiful, brighter and more eye-catching than before the rain!

Ah! Lotus, I love your purity; Ah! Lotus, I love your selflessness; Ah! Lotus, I love your noble quality even more!

On Saturday morning, I got up in a hurry and went out for morning exercise as usual. Walking out of the corridor, a faint fragrance came to my face. Pink peach blossoms filled my eyes and caught my eye. At the same time, I also smell the beautiful spring. Peach blossoms in full bloom are in full bloom. When I walk under the tree, a few delicate petals fall on my cheek, as if it were a kiss of spring.

In the square, morning exercisers began to play the morning overture. People's faces are filled with a bright smile that is rare in winter, as if they had just eaten honey, and they all smiled from ear to ear. Tai Chi dancers are dancing with the warm spring breeze, sword dancers are dancing with the melodious music of ancient rhyme ... Spring also leaves a faint kiss on their figures.

After a spring rain last night, the grass on the lawn was green, like a girl who had just taken a bath, graceful and graceful, like a note dancing in the breeze. A few cute puppies are chasing excitedly in the grass. They probably smell the kiss of spring in the grass.

The ice in the small pool has already melted, the breeze has blown, and the water in the pool is rippling. The small pool is very clear, and it is easy to see the bottom of the small pool. The fish is spitting bubbles happily, and Teacher Chun is kissing the fish.

In the distance, several girls dressed in sunshine came over, dressed with energy and dignity. Some of them are wearing white shirts, dark horse jackets, flesh-colored tights and white sports shoes under their feet; Some people wear long red trench coats, brown boots and trousers with white boots, while others wear tight shirts, short skirts and stockings. Miss Chun playfully kissed the girls on their beautiful shirts.

I suddenly realized that the spring kiss is not only in the world, but also in people's hearts. Let the kiss of spring stay in our memory!

In the early morning, civilizations are scattered and gathered into melodious water songs; In the evening, the sound of rain drips, forming a crisp and pleasant rain song. At this point, I especially like picturesque civilized water songs. Because, the virtue of civilization, like a ray of sunshine, can shine on the soul and give us the light of the soul. Because, the virtue of civilization is like a breeze, which blows away the dust and gives us purity of mind. Because the virtue of civilization, like a clear spring, can moisten our hearts and give us great enlightenment.

The beauty of civilization

In a Chinese class with a sense of civilization, Miss Li told us the beauty of civilization. It is said that Singapore is an English-speaking country, and most of the slogans in public places in this country are written in English. Why? People replied, "Because most of these uncivilized behaviors are tourists from Chinese mainland, a middle school principal who has been to Singapore said earnestly," Uncivilized behaviors are also a disgrace to the country. "After listening to this, I deeply feel that if you want to be a civilized person, you must accept civilized education. Just like a piece of ore, if you want to become steel, you must put it in a furnace and melt it with fire.

Flower of civilization

I remember once, I was sitting on a bus, and the seats were full of people. Arriving at Hongqi Road, an old man over 500 got on the bus, shivering. I immediately gave up my seat and kindly helped the old man to his seat. All the people in the carriage smiled at me, and their hearts were filled with joy. About five minutes later, I happened to see an old man through the window, wearing a small blue hat, blue clothes and dark blue pants, stumbling into the street and waiting for the bus quietly. It happened that the bus stopped here, only to see him limping on the railing step by step. It seems that every step he takes is as heavy as a stone and very difficult. At this time, the white-haired old man stood up slowly from my side and gave his seat to the "disabled old man". All this completely surprised me, prompting me to ask the old man's motives. The old man said meaningfully, "He is the same old man, but his injury is more serious than mine. We should put aside our own interests and care for those who are more seriously injured than us. " Suddenly, there was thunderous applause in the carriage.

Song of civilization

In the morning, I walked in the street and looked at the sky dyed white by white clouds in the distance. At this time, the mountain peak seems to be infected by this beautiful scenery and covered with a beautiful pure yarn. At this moment, I suddenly heard a voice behind me. Looking back, it turned out that an aunt was cleaning up the apple basket and pushing the car along the road. Somehow, the car tilted and two baskets of apples were scattered all over the floor. Later, two little girls passed by here and helped pick them up without saying anything. They bent down and picked up apples one by one. After a while, both baskets were lifted. Before aunt could say "thank you", the two girls ran away. And I, recalling the scene just now, have a moving place in my heart.

Students, the wheel of the times has brought us into the 2 1 century. Xinghai is vast, the universe is vast, and the virtue of civilization is everywhere. I shouted: "Let the flowers of civilization blossom everywhere, let the wind of civilization blow all over the society, and let the songs of civilization resound all over the world!" "

When I turn over the yellowed black-and-white photos, the broken memories in my mind appear and disappear. In this midsummer light year, it seems ironic to look at the smiling face in the photo. The innocent smile at that time has now degenerated into ridicule.

Poets always use the moon to interpret the chapters of gorgeous poems, just as people encounter setbacks and use time to dilute everything. Flashy, beautiful, beautiful, a pool of stagnant water, can not see through the world of mortals, we should spend the cardamom years decadent. Yes, everyone in the photo is laughing at us and our wandering life. Don't we have to wait until a sword-like time pierces our chest before we know what a treasure is?

On the night of splashing ink, can I still look for inspiration again and again and describe the poems that belong to my life one by one? But the weeping from the bottom of my heart witnessed an immortal fact? I do not belong to freedom. The glass fell quietly and broke. However, before it burst, it left us with real voices and indescribable flowers. What about me? What do I have left? Is there still room for me to "exist" in this black and white world? Or am I even inferior to this transparent glass?

The broken kite was gradually swallowed up by the white clouds. Where will it float? When it proudly flew into the sky, it listened to the children's infinite admiration: "Wow, great! The kite is going to a beautiful paradise! " Unexpectedly, in the end, it was just a coward who fell from the other side of the horizon and stood at the starting line.

In fact, we were originally a kite. After we proudly shed a smile, we were left with deep loneliness. However, at that time, you are no longer you, and of course, no one will know you. Because, we are beginning to grow up!

The train returned to the station and began to prepare for the next journey. What about us? Whether you are born again or not, you should learn to cherish it.

Another summer has begun.

The summer that will produce beautiful things has already begun. -inscription

Tuesday, July 3, sunny.

Today is the first legal holiday.

Yesterday my mind was still silent. After learning the result, I still feel sorry, sorry and unwilling as before.

Especially this time, the more I think about it, the more unwilling I am. This time I was closer to success, but an unprecedented accident made me miss it again.

I've had enough of this smell. ...

Thursday, July 5, sunny

Children in rural areas have no conditions to learn anything in summer vacation. Therefore, my summer vacation has always been carefree.

Counting, nine summer vacations were also wasted. Maybe, not bad.

But think about it carefully, I will be promoted to the third grade in February, and I still cherish this summer vacation.

Arrange the study plan for the first time in summer vacation.

On July 8, sunny Sunday.

The scorching sun is so reluctant to give up on the earth that it covers it with thick golden quilts all day long. Noisy cicadas, struggling to sing, cadence. The wind from accelerating air speed is hot. Summer makes people feel tired and hot.

Every day after lunch, I meditate for a while and then I feel sleepy. An hour later, I suddenly woke up.

The unchanging days have formed this habit for me.

July 12 sunny Thursday

In hot summer, I don't like the short-term pleasure brought by ice watermelon.

I hate bloody juice and flesh-colored pulp.

Only by the short and soft melting feeling of ice cream.

July 14 Saturday sunny

Behind the curtain, several flashes of lightning flashed from time to time in the muddy night sky.

Lying in bed, I heard thunder mixed with the sound of raindrops.

The weather has finally changed.

Around three o'clock, the long-lost summer rain brought a little coolness.

The rain seems to have stopped. Then, go back to sleep.

I held myself tightly. Waves of cold are eroding the pores of my skin, and the cold is invading from my limbs. I hugged my chest and curled up again. The cold is still attacking from all directions.

In this way, I tossed and turned several times.

At five o'clock, the sky finally turned gray. I couldn't help it, so I went to the next room to find a quilt and wrapped myself up.

It rains on Tuesday, July 17.

It rained today.

This is my favorite gesture.

A little bit, like a bead curtain, falls in succession, showing the artistic effect of snowflakes flying. The rainy world is covered with a new green.

In the sound of rain, I finished an exercise.

I am in a particularly good mood.

Maybe it's because I haven't seen such beautiful rain for a long time Perhaps it is because it can finally be expressed in the form of prose poetry.

July 20th, Tuesday, sunny.

I thought of a good way to save my reading time and ensure the quality of reading.

The first object to adopt this method is Gone with the Wind.

Discover and create your own way, and you will never hate it.

Gone with the Wind tells me that accepting reality and learning to survive will teach people to grow up.

July 22nd, sunny Sunday.

I carefully arranged the study time and carefully considered the choice of extracurricular books, so I actually read Anne Baby's novels.

I like the kind of Anne Baby, such as light rose, which has a soft and prickly feeling.

"Spring Banquet" added an intoxicating veil, as if drunk in a foggy town.

It will be cloudy on Thursday, July 26th.

The days are so lazy, and a sense of laziness is around me.

I don't want to twist my limbs, open my mouth and talk more, and I don't want to deal with trivial matters in life. I just want to live alone in a deserted country.

August 3rd, sunny Friday.

I learned to be perfunctory, a perfunctory that can be understood by tolerant people.

When answering questions from my family, I can laugh without saying a word and say coldly, "Whatever, it doesn't matter." Because, I always do. When chatting with friends, you can use your own "Hehe ……" or pretend to explain: "Sorry, I haven't been in a good state recently, and I haven't talked to anyone." For myself, I will also perfunctory. In this way, I will be carefree.

This perfunctory, let me feel that I have lived myself. Do whatever you want, and take off the disguise of protecting yourself in reality.

I'm used to this perfunctory. It doesn't matter if I perfunctory.

August 6th, Monday, sunny.

After careful consideration, I chose Zhu Ziqing's prose collection, which is beneficial to improve my writing ability.

Before going to bed at 0: 00 every day, turn off all the light sources, leaving only the lights on the frequency screen of the mobile phone. Just lie down for half an hour.

I can't help comparing his article with that of Lu Xun. Some conclusions have been drawn. However, on second thought, this comparison is meaningless.

I feel so tired when I see nearly half of it.

Lengthy length, unchangeable style of writing and ordinary content have long lost my interest. Despite my repeated insistence.

It rained on Monday, August 9th.

I like English. Chatting likes to say a few words. Their English is not good.

An English sentence can be expressed in many ways in Chinese in different contexts, just like an ego, which is different in different social situations.

I also like to translate into Chinese for them, but I don't necessarily translate me for them.

August 12 Sunday cloudy

Someone criticized me directly.

I thought I could accept what others thought of me.

However, I'm used to compliments, and I'm still a little dissatisfied when I hear harshness.

This is a fact, so learn to accept it.

Compliments make people magnify themselves.

August 15 Wednesday sunny

It is one o'clock in the morning. I have been in bed for more than ten minutes, but I am still alive. This year is the first time.

When I think of me as a child, I naturally think of the other half in my memory-her.

I realized that I was the best at that time. Simple kindness, naive ignorance, persistent belief. Whether others care about me or not, I will always be kind to others.

I really want to be like that again.

But I like her now. I don't know how to feel love, but I have been trying to find it, but I don't know that love is always around, waiting for me.

It has been six years since she left here. I wonder if she still misses each other as much as I do.

August 18 Saturday sunny

Today is my birthday.

Although we have greeted each other in various ways, we still expect to receive direct blessings today.

Today's blessing is the most true.

……

Even people who don't eat fireworks will have expectations.

Monday, August 20th is cloudy.

Summer vacation, there are only eleven days left.

I should use these eleven days to adjust myself and return to the life of ordinary middle school students.