Eighth grade story composition

In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my eighth-grade story composition of 10. I hope it will help you.

The evening sky is the most beautiful, with bright yellow glazed clouds, pastoral land and all kinds of wild flowers and weeds blooming freely.

When I was very young, I was fostered by my parents in my grandmother's house-that small village.

Grandma and I often bathe in the bright sunshine and visit various houses. Businessmen like to comb my short furry hair neatly, tie it up with various ribbons, let him untie her long hair with silver threads, and let me count the silver threads on her head. Whenever I can't count, she always says with a strange smile, "I'm old, I'm old." Then she sat in front of the mirror, dejected and despondent. I know, she was thinking about grandpa. She combed her hair neatly. I looked at my grandmother again, feeling that she was not like an old peasant woman, but like a legendary fairy grandmother.

Grandma often teaches me folk songs or tells legendary stories. I saw a bunch of snow-white flowers, pale pink petals and slender leaves in the garden, which should be picked. Grandma smiled and said, "This flower is like Yazi's curved eyelashes when she was a child." I keep blinking at my eyelashes. Grandma looked at me with a smile: "This baby stinks." I like Xiaohua Mall smiling at grandma. Grandma picked me up and went to the kitchen to make my famous bean jelly.

Grandma gently grabbed a handful of cut white bean jelly and put it in a small dish, adding ingredients: red pepper, purple vinegar, brown sesame paste, garlic paste and salt. Message ... I'm not full yet, but I've had a big meal.

When the bean jelly was served, I was already "salivating". When my grandmother helped me adjust it, I couldn't wait to gobble it up. A big plate of bean jelly was destroyed by my greedy cat. After washing pots and pans with grandma, go to the small yard to enjoy the cool. My grandmother has never told me foreign fairy tales. Other children are listening to Daughter of the Sea in their mother's arms, while I am listening to Daughter of the Sea beside her. "Butterfly Lovers" ... I feel that my grandmother knows everything, but her talent has been covered up by words like farm work. She watered me with her thoughts.

Looking at the whispering swallows, she taught me that "flowers are helpless, swallows are familiar", pointing to the hand-painted lotus flowers on the wooden cabinet, she taught me that "lotus leaves can be picked in Jiangnan, and there are lotus leaves in Hetian Tian". Oh, I see. Song poetry flies in the tip of the swallow, and Yuefu poetry is the fragrance of lotus flowers. ...

Grandpa magically took out some rough candy from his pocket and asked me who to buy a big house for when I grew up. I grabbed the candy from grandpa's big hand and stuffed it into my mouth. I said vaguely that I would buy a big house for my grandmother. The teased grandfather was so angry that he wanted to hit me. I quickly hid behind my grandmother and made a face at him. Grandpa couldn't help smoking a beard and staring at the kang.

Later, grandpa left, leaving only a few shabby houses and grandma. When I grow up, my parents will take me to the outside world. When I grow up, my grades are getting higher and higher, my study pressure is getting heavier and heavier, and my time is getting less and less. During the summer vacation, I took time to go to my grandmother's house. My grandmother has cut her hair. Grandma with short ears looks younger and more agile, but what do I think is missing? I walked into grandma's house with a box of milk and several bags of fruit. I feel that milk is so light because he has lost the weight of filial piety!

Today, I opened 300 Tang poems and read this poem: When I asked your students under a pine tree, "My teacher," he replied, "to pick herbs." However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? . I think this poem is beautiful. I read it as if I were there. So, I adapted this poem into a story:

I have been puzzled by a question these days: What is the best thing in the world? Aunt Zhang, a neighbor, said that there was a hermit who lived in the mountains and never cared about the world. He also has a little apprentice. Since following him, this disciple loves reading, poetry and painting, and has a good reputation. I thought to myself: this old man is really amazing, I admire him. I must visit him and talk to him about my confusion.

This morning, I set foot on the road to find a hermit. Along the way, flowers are everywhere and trees are shaded, which makes me relaxed and happy. On the roadside, there are green bamboo forests, clear streams and vigorous pine trees ... I came under a pine tree and saw a child absorbed in reading. I can't bear to disturb him.

But in the end, I asked him, "Do you know that old man?" The child looked up and said, "Yes, he is my master."

"I want to meet your master." I can't wait to say, "Do you know what your master did?"

"Yes, the master went to collect medicine." The child went on reading his book.

"Where does your master collect medicine?" I asked.

The child pointed to the distant castle peak and said, "In the middle of a mountain."

"Oh, I see. Thank you. " I'm happy to say. So, I excitedly went up the mountain to find a hermit. But looking up into the distance, I saw the clouds in the mountains. Where is the child's teacher? I can't find it at all. I turned to the child and asked, "When will your master come back?" But the child doesn't know either. I have to go home disappointed.

On the way home, enjoying the charming scenery, I feel refreshed. I think: Isn't it the best thing in the world to get rid of the troubles of the world of mortals and live a free life?

Childhood sounds farther away than Orion, but it looks like a comic book. Trace the story of childhood, open the long river of memory and open the dusty box.

Inadvertently stepping into the castle in the fairy tale book, memories are like ink spilled on rice paper, which is too late to clean up.

When I was a child, my father was my companion. That day, my father was sitting on the sofa watching the ball game with great interest, but I was bored and dragged my father to play with me, but he threw me a sentence, "Play by yourself." My face turned red with anger. When I caught a glimpse of a red comb on the table, I had a brainwave and wanted to braid my father's hair. From the beginning, I moved to a small bench and staggered on it, combing like my mother. Father's hair is thin and soft, which is very easy to comb. I first divided my father's hair into three strands, like Sanmao in the TV set, and then hummed "Sanmao Song" to find the headrope. I went to the bedroom in big slippers, stood on tiptoe and searched desperately in the cupboard. I accidentally got my mother's cosmetics, which scared me to hold them quickly. I picked up the headrope and ran out, and then I stood back in the chair and tied it carefully, which somehow hurt my father. I pretended to cry and scream, but there was nothing I could do. He had to allow me to persist and be at my mercy. Soon, the braid was tied, the bright red headrope was wrapped tightly, and several hairs stood upright to the sky effectively. At noon, my father went out to buy food, and I followed him like a follower. As soon as I went out to my neighbor's house, my little brother shouted, "Uncle, today's image ..." I winked at him and motioned him not to say anything. Who knows dad took out his trademark smile, put on a cool look and strode forward. I walked forward anxiously, too. In a short time, all the friends at the door laughed from ear to ear, but I was elated and took my father's hand to buy food. The aunt who sells vegetables asked, "Why do you have horns on your head?" Dad shyly touched my "masterpiece" and blushed. I proudly said, "Aunt, I tied this for my father!" " "Auntie and passers-by laughed and said I was really naughty.

When I was a child, I really wanted to stay awake like Sleeping Beauty and live in the fairy tale kingdom forever. But now I am overwhelmed by the homework accumulated in time, and there are pens and clocks that keep working, so I ruthlessly took my childhood away, leaving me with papers. The story ended like this, but tracing back to the story of childhood made me warm and drunk. ......

Few people can connect "once" and "later", two "friends" with a distance between heaven and earth-

"Once" said to "Later": "I have memories that you don't have."

"Later" said to "once": "I have a future that you don't have."

However, my story with him is only once!

Once upon a time, we were bosom friends who told everything. When we are frustrated with each other, we will send a message to each other: I am very sad. We told each other our worries, and the entanglements in our hearts were opened one by one. We encourage each other and grow up in setbacks. Sometimes when I see that I talk a little too intimately, I will be a little jealous and ask me, "Are you talking about your boyfriend?" Or did you find a "new love" and not want me? "I smiled regardless of the image:" Are you jealous? "Then you will take care of me, smile, and you will have a vast sky. Although we all know that we can't fall in love, we just can't help forwarding it when we see which one is good. That kind of joke that doesn't hurt each other is something you and I can afford!

Once, we were inseparable partners. Every weekend, we will go to the mall together, exercise together and do our homework together. Because, we want to leave the best memories. We always like to hold a "golden olympiad" to discuss the boring olympiad, but we are happy in the process. I still remember that we almost fell out because of a quarrel, and finally we smiled at each other and got back together.

but ...

What I never expected was that our feelings were shattered by a sentence "I think I should disappear into your world". That night, I was chatting with you, and you were already in a bad mood. It turns out that your speed of returning to me is 100 meters, 33 seconds. I didn't expect 10 to return to me in a few minutes. I asked you what you were doing, and you gave me a bolt from the blue: "Call my sister!" " I petrified in an instant. I remember telling you, I can't stand boys recognizing my sister casually, maybe it's because I'm too small-minded! Admit it and forget it. And you called her ... Frankly speaking, I can't accept it at the moment! I sent him a message without thinking: "I think I should disappear into your world." I thought you would keep me, but unexpectedly, you sent a message-

"Go, go, I never want to see you again."

Suddenly. My tears gushed down, and I couldn't stand it. Maybe my words are too strong. Maybe, I was too impulsive. What I didn't expect was the result! Our relationship ended like this!

In the days that followed, I kept sending you messages, but you didn't reply to me. One day, I had your last message on my message board-I can't come back to my world if I leave. This is my principle. Suddenly the tip of the nose is sour, and the eyes can no longer bear the weight of tears. I let off steam. I know that no matter how hard I try, there is nothing I can do, but my heart is still full of disappointment. I hate to break up like this. But reality tells me that impulse is the devil, and what I say is like spilled water, which can't be collected again, so I can only pray silently.

"Once" said to "Later": "I am a memory that you can never create."

"Later" said to "once": "I am the future you will never get."

Some people, some things can only stay in the past. Just like my story with him, only once.

Civilization is a lamp that illuminates people's hearts; Civilization is a book, which makes people learn civilization. Civilization is a seed, deeply rooted in our hearts. In fact, civilization is everywhere. As long as you observe carefully, you will find that civilization is around you and me. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, menstruation visited my house, chatted for a while, and then took his cousins out to play at the seaside. We came to the seaside happily, and my aunt took out a tube of light sticks, lanterns and other things from the car. When we saw it, we all played with it happily. Unexpectedly, the accident happened.

I punched a small hole in the glow stick because I pushed too hard.

At first, I didn't notice at all. Then I felt something liquid on my face. I subconsciously looked down, and the liquid in the glow stick splashed on my hands and clothes. I stopped and called my aunt over. Menstruation came over and said, "Oh, why are you so careless? Are these poisonous? " "What should I do? No paper towels! " I said, looking at myself like this made me smile. Just when we didn't know what to do, an aunt came over and handed me a pack of paper towels and said, "Little sister, wipe it first, don't be afraid, these are not poisonous." "Thank you!" After I gratefully said thank you, I wiped my body with a tissue. After cleaning, I returned the tissue to my aunt and thanked her. "It doesn't matter, it's normal for us to help each other." Aunt said kindly. After a few words, I continued to enjoy the moon. Looking up at the moon, I found that this year's moon is the most beautiful and largest. The sky is extremely blue, and a gust of wind blows, as if there is a clear spring flowing in my heart!

It turns out that civilization is like a lamp. If it were brighter, there would be less darkness around us. Tissue, for me, is a love; Giving up your seat is a kind of love for the elderly; In short, for others, it is an understanding.

Civilization, starting from me, starting from the side, starting from dribs and drabs. ...

One day, I found a shiny candy and couldn't wait to eat it. I found myself suddenly becoming an adult.

I found myself working in the people's hospital like I was born. Wearing a white coat and a big mask, I shuttled back and forth in the ward and asked about my illness. Other doctors and nurses around me gave me a strange look and said in a bad tone, "Where is the fake?" Why have you never seen ... "I thought to myself that I am not fake, I am a doctoral student who graduated from an authentic medical university, and I am treating incurable diseases with my wonderful hands.

After checking the ward, I went back to sit in the consulting room, holding a pen in my right hand and writing on paper in my left hand. Analyze the patient's condition. Sometimes I frown, sometimes I smile ... Suddenly, the radio came "Please call a surgeon, a hematologist and an anesthesiologist to operating room No.2, please consult in operating room No.2 …" My assistant and I rushed to the operating room. A patient was pushed in. His face was pale and his hands twitched slightly. This is a complicated problem. Prepare for surgery immediately and remove the tumor! I ordered, push the patient to the emergency room.

There are two kinds of tumors, one is benign and the other is malignant. As long as the benign tumor is removed, there will be medicine after the operation, while the malignant tumor can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. Everything is ready, I picked up the scalpel and cut to the chase. Unexpectedly, I was impatient and panicked, and even the good part was removed, and the bad part was still there ... The patient immediately suffered from respiratory failure and his heart beat slowly. I was scared out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, my tutor is beside me. Come and help me out at once. After some efforts, we finally pulled the patient back from the brink of death.

After everything was handled, the patient was pushed out of the operating room. When his family saw two scars on his body, I prevaricated and answered irrelevant questions. When my family gets angry, they throw things at me and scold me. I hold my head and call for help. Finally, the tutor helped me turn around and explained the situation.

To tell the truth, I'm a doctor. Every time I walk into the ward and see someone who is suffering from illness, I feel very distressed. The accident was caused by my poor medical skills. The duty of a doctor is to serve the people and eradicate diseases for patients. When the patient's life is at stake, treat the patient with the most effective method. In the future, I will learn more and practice more, and help more patients recover with superb medical skills. I believe that one day, I can cure all patients.

This story has nothing to do with those flowers.

That year, Xia was 8 and 9 years old. Xia's parents divorced. Her father brought a very kind woman home, but Xia didn't think so. Behind the woman, "follow the summer flowers. Xia Hua Xia Hua, how do you like flowers? " Xia thinks so. So, she haunts Xia Hua every day. She didn't call him brother, but called him Hua Er.

That year, Xia 12 years old, 13 years old. They went to the same junior high school and the same class. At this time, Xia began to shout "flowers, flowers, aunt invites you to dinner." So, as we all know, there is a boy in Class B who is Xia's brother. His name is Huaer. "I tell you again, my name is Xia Hua, not Hua Er." Shouted at Xia. "yes." Xia piteously promised, but turned around and shouted, "Flowers, someone is looking for them." So I decided never to talk to Xia again.

That year, Xia 14 years old, 15 years old. Xia found that he was always thinking about things in the sky. She foolishly comforted Xia Hua "flowers, flowers, it's okay, come on!" Tell me everything. " Xia Hua said coldly, "I miss my father." Looking away, Xia thought, "As a sister, should I help him?" So Xia foolishly asked her father, "Xia Hua misses her father. Can he go and see it?" Xiaoya's father was stunned. He said to Xiaoya, "No, what are you doing here? Get out! " Summer flowers hiding at the door watching Xiaoya go away. He was thinking, "It's nice to have a sister."

That year, Xia 17 years old, 18 years old. "Flowers, flowers, your breakfast." Xia Hua took the breakfast with a smile. Xia is used to having such a brother and calling him Hua Er. That day was the most touching physical education exam in summer. She finally died in the long jump. I just didn't expect her to hang so badly. It was Xia Hua who took her to the hospital. "Xia Xia. Why are you so stupid? It is a pig. Even the long jump will be broken, alas! " After Xia became ill, she kept nagging her. "Flowers, I'm fine!" Xia still pretends to be strong. They argued like this until Xia Hua was picked up by his father. Xiaoya remembers that Summer Flower said to her that day, "You pig, take care of yourself when I leave. We have an appointment to take the same university. " Then Xia cried and said, "Flowers, flowers, I will wait for us to grow up."

This year, Xia was 20 years old. This day is the day when summer flowers come. Xiaoya thought to the night sky, "Flowers, flowers, I am waiting for us to grow up." Her thoughts drifted back to the age of eight, when summer was worshipped as a flower. ...

The story of flowers has nothing to do with those flowers in the end.

I believe that everyone has an object that is very important to you, and I am no exception. What means a lot to me is just an ordinary book.

So is there anything "extraordinary" about this book? I can't put it down. Of course, you don't think it is "ugly", in fact, it is "unique"! It's a reading notebook that I spent years sorting out. It and my story have just begun.

A few years ago, on a sunny afternoon, I was reading and watching, and suddenly an idea came to my mind that I would take reading notes! I remember Mr. Zheng said that a student went to the composition contest, and that student took a big stack of reading notes and won the gold medal. I also want to improve my composition. On a whim, I picked up a pen and wrote down "reading notes" in an exquisite notebook, and started my journey of reading notes.

In a few days, we will write a composition at the weekend. This time, I didn't worry about not writing the theme as usual. On the contrary, I wrote wonderfully and finished the draft at once. I am extremely happy in my heart. I thought to myself: it seems right that everyone says that books have their own golden houses. It seems that I have to study more! I secretly made up my mind that I must collect more good words and sentences to make my article more brilliant! A week has passed, the book has been written halfway, and as soon as the composition book is issued, I open the composition book like a hungry wolf and look forward to it. ...

What? B again! My reading notes are useless at all. What "the book has its own golden house" is a lie! I angrily threw my "reading notes" on the ground. This scene happened to be seen by my father. Father came over and smelled it. "What's the matter?" I told my father everything about the incident. Father laughed after listening. I don't know why my father laughed. I was just about to open my mouth to ask when my father said, "Little fool! You copy good words and sentences in your notebook, but what's the use of not remembering them! " After listening to my father's words, I suddenly realized that I quickly picked up my notebook.

Later, I did as my father said, and my composition level really improved. Now, this book is no longer wandering around me, but I still often flip through it, and it is also exerting its residual heat.

In the 20th century society, chasing fashion and trends has become a social trend. This trend is not only a beautiful landscape of society, but also the driving force of social progress. Now, from small to large, from male to female, everyone is following the trend. There are also many people around me. Let's have a look.

There are many kinds of tides. Some middle school students are good at electronic products, some adults play outdoor sports, heavy metals and parkour, some elderly people learn English, surf the Internet and send emails, and even some pets wear small suits and sunglasses, which makes people laugh and cry.

Just give one of the most common examples. The students in our class are all "electronic control". Ipad, iphone, computer use that is called a slip. The best can make animations and games, hide downloaded files, etc. What general itunes download, basic computer knowledge can be applied. This is our primary school students' way of catching the tide.

Now some new words, such as hip hop, parkour and extreme sports, are synonymous with adults. In the square near home, there are countless street dances and roller skating. They either lie down, or stand up, or rotate or flip, one playing better than the other. Professional heavy metal rock bands, such as those wearing ghosts and wolves masks and skeleton clothes, occasionally come to attract people to watch. This is a way for adults to keep up with the trend.

"That's great! Won! " Is this a young fan? Is this a crazy audience? Don't! Don't! Don't! This is the old man of 2 1 century! Old people? I believe everyone's impression must be the image of playing chess with reading glasses. It used to be like this, but not anymore. There are many activity clubs for the elderly in Kunshan, which teach them English, dance in groups, and some even play ipad.

A straight suit, a retro hat with European and American customs, and black sunglasses for bodyguards. Where is this sacred? This is the standard "tide pet"! I can't help laughing at the thought of that stupidity. It's really trendy

The trend is not to wear a few famous brands. Tide is not to say a few fashionable words, but to integrate into this era and society. This is the real tide.