Model essay on eighth grade Chinese composition

Since Joe left, Shi has followed. There are only two yellow hairs left in the second grade of Iron Triangle. Erhuangmao can't read, and his family is not very rich. After studying for more than a year, he will go back to help his parents carry water and farm every day. Although he is not as clever as others, he works hard. His parents are also grateful to him for this.

Life is ordinary. One day, an army entered the village. People put down their work and gathered around the street to see this group of "uninvited guests". Mao was also crowded in the crowd, looking at the soldiers as if they were looking at a Buddha statue. Later, I learned that the Eighth Route Army team had just withdrawn from the front line and was about to go to the northeast to fight the Japanese devils. Erhuangmao couldn't hold back any longer and ran back to tell his father that he wanted to join the army. His father slapped him at that time.

His father said, "You should farm well for me at home." His father's words seemed to give him a blow. However, Erhuangmao was not disappointed, but made a decision privately.

The next day, while his father was not looking, he left his job and slipped into the ruined temple where the Eighth Route Army lived. When he arrived at the gate, the soldiers on guard stopped him and wouldn't let him in. He had to climb over the wall in the backyard. He came outside a house and saw an officer through the paper window, so he knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Erhuangmao pushed the door and came in. The officer was still working at his desk. Erhuang Mao was at a loss and panicked for a moment. Seeing no sound, the police officer looked up.

"Hey? Who are you? " The village chief asked in surprise.

"I ... my name is Erhuang Mao. I come from this village. I want to join the army. " Erhuangmao answered "squeak".

"Ah, join the army? Did you join the army? " The officer said with a smile.

"I want to destroy the enemy." Mao said firmly.

"Destroy the enemy, do you know who the enemy is?" The officer asked.

"I don't know, but the enemy is the enemy." Erhuangmao said.

"Comrade, how old are you?" The village chief asked with a smile.

"Fifteen, sixteen, no, seventeen, eh?" Mao is in a hurry. He began to touch his cheek.

"Hey, I can't count my age. Come back when you have figured it out. " The officer said.

Erhuangmao quickly said, "Sir, give me a chance and I will do it well ..."

Sir: "...".

In this way, he went to the northeast to resist Japan with the Eighth Route Army Mao.

They were ambushed in Peiping.

"Evacuate quickly and go to the occupied trenches." Cried the monitor.

Because of heavy casualties, even cooks like Erhuangmao had to pick up their guns and go to the front. Looking at the battlefield, Mao was shocked. He had never seen such a scene, only heard explosions and gunshots, which kept ringing in his ears. At this time, the first mate rushed over, slapped him and said, "What are you still doing? Don't you want a chance? Here it comes. Hurry and fight. "

"Boom-"

Blood and soil were mixed together and sprinkled on his face like strawberry pulp. Mao thought he was dead and lay down.

…………

A Japanese devil aimed a gun at him. "Pa", blood spilled all over the floor. Erhuang Mao grabbed the gun with his remaining strength and hit the devil. The devil has fallen. Strawberry pulp gushed from the devil's head.

When Mao woke up, he found himself sitting on the bed. Look at the man next to him. He's hurt, too. He finally recognized this as the chief from the layers of bandages. He tried to call him, but he never promised him.

From then on, Mao was no longer afraid of Huang Er. He led everyone to the front. I have been injured several times, but none of them are too serious. Later, because of his outstanding achievements, he was transferred to the reconnaissance team.

In the evening, I took my brothers to the enemy lines to steal information. They successfully climbed over the iron net without being found. As they continued to go deep into the camp, a devil saw them and shouted. Mao heard this and ran. At this moment, a devil aimed at him. "Pa", like strawberry pulp, blood spilled all over the floor, and Huang Er fell with a bang. Strawberry pulp gushed from his head. When he used the rest of his strength to catch the gun, it was so close that he couldn't catch it.