Kite eighth grade composition

No matter in school or in society, many people have had the experience of writing and are familiar with it. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our hearts and think about our future direction. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is the composition of the eighth grade kite I compiled for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

The kite with a broken kite, on the other side of the blue sky, floats farther and farther. I drifted in the wind and my eyes fell on the other side of the horizon. My eyes are mixed with unspeakable sadness.

Although there is so much suffering in the world, nothing is more sad than leaving. Best friends must be separated. Duckweed, between people; Floating clouds, the fate of people, the difference is that the pain that is forcibly stripped from the heart depends on things.

The world that passed by left a vague shadow in my heart. Look at how colorful and bright the world is, but I am drifting with the wind, unable to see familiar people, things and things, and unable to hear the hearty, crisp and heroic laughter of the past. It turns out that parting can be so painful. It turns out that parting can be such a torture.

I don't want to leave, and I don't want to say that painful "goodbye", but I can't stand the loss of color and dim brilliance of my dreams. The once brilliant dream is full of longing and hope for the future. I have to go my own way. But maybe, we will meet again in a corner of the world one day in the future, so before that, I must leave for a period of time.

Take a place of your own in the beloved Taekwondo Hall.

Lying on the green land, staring at the blue sky in a daze, the clouds seem to be diluted by water and scattered lightly. The sunshine is not strong and the breeze is slow, but I feel cold. Seeing the kite fluttering up and down in the wind, I reached out and tried to catch it. Everything in my hand is empty.

I can't catch anything, even what I like can only be put down. The mist in the eyes is regret and sadness.

Young birds should learn to fly alone when they leave their nests, but how can they spread their wings without wings? Once I patted my chest and told her that I would stay with her until she left. It is a kind of affection between sister and sister, but I stood her up.

I stood me up anyway.

I don't want to be a kite. Although I can be free, I must have the perseverance to bear that deep and sad loneliness. I can't, and I'm sure I can't. Even if I show timidity, I will keep my last position.

Failed, lost. I can't sleep like before, and I can't laugh like before. I am in the ice room, my blood is cold, and my feet still can't move.

Look at the kite, the farther away. Warm tears can't melt, can't ......

In the small world in the distance, I was torn and disconnected.

Flying too high, tears blurred the line of sight; If you fly too far, your heart will die.

I don't want to be a kite, I just hope I can stay where I am.

Warm wind blows on my cheeks, the sun shines on the ground like gold, and scattered kites fly lazily in the blue sky, which is very lonely. Perhaps, they all have a small wish in their hearts, that is, they can find an intimate partner in the flight and have a clear sky.

While you were away, I had to look through my diary and recall the past. ...

"You are a kite flying in the wind." Then you are the kite string, and we will never part. Recalling the words when we first ran freely and flew kites in the square, I was secretly sad. I'm not the kite line that guides you. I am just a little dandelion, and I met you in my lonely flight. From then on, we became friends, went to school together, went home together, went shopping together and played together. You let me rediscover myself and walk in the eyes of others with my head held high. In the days with you, even some trivial fragments are deeply engraved in my mind.

We used to eat ice cream together in the street under orange light, with flashing commercial signs overhead, waiting for the bus; We used to go out for a walk hand in hand in the sun, sit on a bench under a big tree by the roadside and watch the passing cars. Look at the faint golden spots sprinkled from the dense green leaves, jumping and shaking on the gray asphalt road, enjoying the shade of the intertwined crown and building a green corridor.

The ripples of time have lengthened the distance between us. Even if I am a dandelion that used to fly with you, I can't accompany you forever after all.

On the day of parting, you told me quite solemnly: no matter ordinary or small, as long as we have our own goals, dreams and constant pursuit, we will definitely fly to our own world. In my life, you painted the ideal color for me, and also painted my laughter and tears all the way.

Even if the kite is bound, dandelion will always accompany her.

Even if the dandelion is small, the kite will always accompany her.

Cool weather and humid monsoon make people want to fly kites. Because kites are beautiful, but they are not free, so spring should also be the most desirable season for kites. It expects the kite string to break it and then fly freely. With the help of wind, you can fly freely. But the wind is not eternal after all. One day, when the wind stops, where will you go? Looking at the kite flying in the sky, and then at the kite string in my hand, I suddenly feel that the kite is too sad and I have been relying on others all my life. But as soon as the external force stops, the days of flying freely will no longer exist. Look, look, I don't feel my eyes moist. Suddenly, my hand shook, and the wind was driving the kite, "chasing my dream." I hurried to the recycling line, only for its tragic fate. I also wanted to let it fly, but after everything was calm, there was only loneliness and loneliness.

I appreciate his persistence, but what a gorgeous encounter after persistence. I don't know. I don't want to ruin what little happiness I have left in my heart. Perhaps, the original firm belief has long been defeated by difficulties. I gave him all my hopes, but I don't want to know the result-I'm afraid my hopes will be dashed.

When the dream in my heart is like a colorful bubble after the rain, I can't stand the rain. I gave up my dream before the sun came and chose cowardice. Finally, the oath quietly passed away, leaving only a gorgeous coat. Under the false packaging, the heart will never be snuggled up. Brutally tore up the colorful bubbles of dreams and shattered dreams as heavy as rocks one by one. ...

I hope it's not what I think. It will fly to the sky without fear and never stop.

April is a good time to fly kites. I remember when I was a child, I liked flying kites very much. I first owned a kite when I was five years old. That's a dragonfly kite made by my family together, and it took a lot of effort. The dragonfly I painted is only five years old. It must be very pitiful. I drew it with a watercolor pen, and there won't even be a floor. I remember my father carefully gluing the skeleton together. In fact, the exact step should be to make the skeleton first and then paste the sticker, but how can we understand it? Finally, my mother tied the string and gave me the kite and the string tied to it. I ran around the yard, trying to put the kite on it. Of course, I can't fly, but I still run happily. A few days later, my father bought me a real kite. That is a big dragonfly made of cloth, which is much bigger and more beautiful than ours. That afternoon, my father took me to the playground to fly kites, but I still couldn't let it go. It is not that kites can't fly, but that we can't fly. I just watched other people's kites float in the sky. Anyway, I can't remember my mood at that time. As far as I can remember, neither the big dragonfly nor the small dragonfly flew there.

Later, I don't remember how many years it was. Both the big dragonfly and the small dragonfly are gone. My father bought me another plastic kite. It is not my father who will accompany me to fly kites in the playground in the future, but my little friend. I want to play with my father, but he is very busy at work and has no time to accompany me.

I have had many kites, plastic, paper and cloth, but what I remember best is the little dragonfly made by my family. Although it has never flown, its function is to make me have a good memory.

The kite didn't fly in the sky, but it flew in my heart.

After the New Year, the weather gets warmer, and the afternoon sun is soft and windy, which is the season for flying kites.

A few flying "eagles" and "butterflies" in the blue sky remind me of my long-standing childlike innocence. With a carefully pasted "Phoenix", I ran to the river. Along the way, there were seven or eight children dragging kite strings. They watched their kites fly higher and higher, and their faces were filled with proud smiles.

I came to the river and let go of the long line facing the breeze. Phoenix flies higher and higher, showing off its colorful feathers in the sky. Suddenly there was a strong wind, and it flew unsteadily and fell down. Not far away, there was a small exclamation. In search of fame, a seven-or eight-year-old boy stood on the ridge of the field, with short fluffy hair against a childish but pale face. His thin body was wrapped in a dirty and torn dress, and his shoes were covered with scars. When he saw me looking at him, he ran back to the cattle on the hillside.

I picked up the kite, put it in the sky again, and then looked at the boy next to the herd intently. He looked up at the flying kite again, looking so absorbed. He must be dreaming that he has a beautiful kite, dragging a long line and letting it fly to the blue sky with his dream. ...

It's getting late, and I'm beginning to get busy. Turned his head and glanced at the little boy again. There was a clear expression of loss, helplessness and disappointment on his face. My heart was shocked and my nose was sour. I can't bear to break his dream. I let out a little more thread and ran to him with a kite. He didn't run, just stared at me. I took his hand and put the kite string in his hand. He was a little at a loss, but soon understood, holding it slowly, with a grateful and happy smile on his face. I smiled too, with tears in my eyes.

The next day, I stood on a high place and looked at colorful kites in the field. There are many kites, but I know that the string of the tallest kite must be in the boy's hand. ...

One day in March, as soft as cotton candy, walking in the wind, like stepping on a cloud, I was humming a song with my guitar on my back. What a wonderful feeling!

Sitting on a park bench, I looked up at the boundless sky, just like the upside-down sea. Fortunately, there is a white cloud with a silver edge. This huge blue will not be so empty and lonely!

I sighed softly and closed my eyes, as if I heard a faint cucurbit sound. Maybe a child is practicing the piano. I opened my eyes slightly, and the bright sunshine rushed in, followed by a bright "rainbow"!

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I clearly see that "Rainbow" is just a kite, but it is also beautiful and eye-catching in this vast and empty "sea".

My eyes are completely open. "One, two, three ..." Bright kites came into my sight like stars until I couldn't count them. The original kites were probably long gone.

Looking at kites all over the sky reminds me of my childhood. If it weren't for touching that scene, that memory would probably be lost like a kite just now.

In recent days, the sound of cucurbit silk can always be heard upstairs. Although clear and melodious, it is always late at night. The sound also bothers me. I don't know who is playing the cucurbit flute downstairs. Just met a few times at school. I just moved here a few days ago, so I don't know her very well. She smiled at me, and I responded. Now it's "random string"

I thought hard and finally couldn't help it. I got out of bed, of course, not with her

I walked to her door, but on second thought, I went back the same way. It is very impolite to knock on a stranger's door in the dead of night. I went back to bed, tossing and turning, not unable to sleep, but sleepy, thinking about how to tell the children downstairs this annoying thing.

My body tilted slightly, and the kite flew down like an elf, right in front of her window: "It sounds like an oriole, but it is not necessarily the sound of the night." I talked about this "elegant demeanor" myself, thinking about her surprised expression when she saw it, but in a short time, this expression was truthfully printed on my face, and her reply was also written on the kite: "Ansu doesn't want it, just take her mother."

That night, we didn't sleep. The spring breeze in March blew away sleepiness, but brought friendship. With the sound of cucurbit silk, the kite is full of dense words, but I still don't know her name. I simply called out, "Hey, downstairs!" " "

It was another sleepless night, but I never heard the voice of cucurbit silk again. I was surprised and threw the kite down again. I didn't respond for a long time, so I lengthened the kite line a little, a little, a little.

"What's the matter today? What the hell is going on? " I muttered to myself, "Shua-"Accidentally, the kite string slipped from my hand. "ah! My kite! " That's my precious kite! I flew like an arrow and came to her door. I stopped flying and read the words on the door word by word: "Now-transfer-rent." I froze, I don't know what I should be in the mood. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, I quickly squatted down, but I couldn't see the familiar figure of the kite.

"ah! My kite! " A little girl ran over and I woke up at once. The voice of cucurbit silk disappeared. The little girl took the broken kite and murmured, "Alas, how did the kite fall?"

Yes, how can a good kite be left behind?

A kite, if it has a thread, will fly in the sky along the trajectory of the thread and have its own height, as if overlooking the whole earth, high above it. If the kite's string is broken, it will fall from an unattainable height, stagger, lose its direction and lose the fruit of victory, as if the whole sky is looking down on it, which is despicable.

On the other hand, what would you choose between a wired kite and a disconnected kite? This may be really hard to choose. Because the connected kite means being controlled by others and having no freedom, if others are in a good mood, they may make the kite fly higher. If they are in a bad mood, they may simply ignore it and let it fly as high as they want.

If we talk about this topic from the perspective of outlook on life, it is not much different from life.

I believe that everyone doesn't want to be directed by others, just like a puppet. Reflect the manipulator's actions to the puppet itself. No matter what the manipulator does, the puppet will follow suit. Are we going to make puppets like this? Definitely not. We humans are the tallest animals in the world. We are all the same. We all have our own minds and bodies, and everyone is equal. Should we be controlled? Absolutely not. We are born to live in our bodies with dignity, our own souls live in our thoughts, and our initial beliefs live in our dreams. Should we trample on this dignity? Absolutely not.

I have sympathized with the slaves who were trafficked in the evil "triangle trade" many times, and they were deprived of even a little bit of freedom and dignity. Black people are poor, but white people deserve our pity more. We sympathize with them. As a person, how can they trample on the dignity of black people at will? Does he know that depriving people of life and the tree of freedom is not only shameful, but also attracts criticism and hatred from future generations, which will last forever?

Black slaves are like wired kites, and a broken kite is the most appropriate metaphor for our teenagers.

Now more and more students are more and more tired of learning. We teenagers repeatedly contradict teachers and parents, and our original innocence has been successfully replaced by rebellion and publicity. More importantly, each of us has no fixed learning goals and ideals when we grow up. We often give up halfway because we don't have a clear direction, and often become self-indulgent and enterprising because of the influence of the surrounding environment.

Is this what we want? I believe many people don't want this. They actually know what they have done wrong, that is, they can't face it well, they can't correct it, and they can't always alert themselves. Therefore, we should set up our own ideals, set up our own goals and work hard for the realization of this ideal. In this way, the fruits of victory ahead will be waiting for you in the branches and share the joy of success with it.

Because we don't make string kites and broken kites. We should make our life have a new starting point, learn to work hard for our ideals from now on, and let success shine in the future.

When I was 8 years old, I liked flying kites. I long to be a kite one day. Flying freely, I only saw its free side, but forgot that no matter how far and high it flies, there is a thin thread concerned about it.

A kite is a never-ending object. When it flies so high that people can't see it, it will try to get rid of the fetters of thin lines, but it doesn't know that the weather is moody and the storm is waiting for it to fly freely. ......

When I was a child, I was like a kite. I want to get rid of the shackles of my mother and fight for it myself. Even though I was injured and my mother's education level was not high, she gave me life, taught me to go to school, taught me how to live, and told me when to be silent.

When my enthusiasm was high, she gradually made me rely on this line. But as I grow older, I want to shout more and more: "I want to be free, I want to fly, and I don't want to be bound by that line anymore!" " "Maybe it's my determination. That thread is tighter, so I can't fly up or down. I can only fly with the wind all the time and can't see a better world. ......

But my mother has always treated me as a three-year-old child and educated me, but I want to be free, so I often quarrel with my mother. Mom, can you understand me?

I know that once I leave the line, I will fall to the ground, but so what? Even if you become lonely, you have to bear the wind and rain, even if you fall, you have to fly freely. Where will the glory of my life come from if I don't leave the bondage of thread? !

During the summer vacation, I was seriously ill. My mother is busy at work every day. She takes me to the hospital and doesn't nag me. I understand that my mother's thread is getting looser and looser, and I have grown up.

Mr. Lao She said, "Losing your mother is like a flower in a vase. Although it is fragrant, it has no roots. " The kite also lost its thread. Although seemingly intact, they have lost their direction forever, forever. .......

I look up at the sky and dream of flying freely in the sky like a bird and feeling the breath of the sky. I praise the earth and touch the green leaves of the grass. I also dreamed of swinging freely in the wind like them. But they will eventually return to where they belong. The wind blows the leaves and the rain moistens the grass. This is equivalent to a kite and a thread. As long as the thread is continuous, the kite will fly.

I, a junior two student, don't know how many beautiful dreams I have in my mind, and how many times I fantasize about getting rid of my own line and flying freely in the sky.

Facts have proved that as long as the line keeps going, it can only follow the line and fly as far as it is long.

Like me, I also want to soar in the sky, but my parents don't want us to do anything wrong, so they immediately let go and took it back. I remember when I was in junior high school, I was complacent and ran around the playground, like a wild horse with a broken reins and a kite with a broken line. Reality is always cruel. One week before school started, one day passed, two days passed ... On the bed in the dormitory, with my eyes closed, I suddenly felt so tired, so tired, and a little homesick. Gradually, I began to miss my mother's nagging; I miss him saying to wear another dress behind me, and I miss my father telling me to learn to study and read for a while. I miss the criticism he gave me when I failed in the exam. They gave me everything.

Kites need thread. I really need thread. Without their worries, how can I grow up with such confidence? How can I relieve my illness without my mother's nagging? Without my father's strictness, how can I get excellent grades ... because of him, because of her, I have everything. They gave me a home, everything. I can't live without them, just as a kite can't live without thread.

How many kites are trying to get rid of the traction of the thread, all want to fly freely in the sky, and the thread is getting higher and higher, but the length of the thread is always limited, so kites try their best to get rid of the bondage of the thread, only to find that the kite that can't catch the thread doesn't fly higher, but falls heavily on the ground.

If the kite is broken, how long can it fly? Where will it go? Do you realize the benefits of cable TV?

In life, we should unite and be friendly and avoid differences. In fact, many things can only be successful through cooperation, just like kites and strings. Listen to the following story!

One day, the young master took a kite to the seaside, wrapped a tough and slender thread around this beautiful kite and fixed it. Then the little master felt very tired and went to a tree not far from here to have a rest. After a while, the master fell asleep. The kite opened its sleepy eyes and said absently to the thread, "Whose thread are you?" Why is it so thick? If you make me nervous, I can't avoid you. "Line said with a smile," I am your line! "How can it hurt you?" The kite shouted again, "I want to fly by myself." What do I want you to do? " "Do you want me to go? Do you think you can fly by yourself? Only I can make you fly. " Line answered naughtily. The kite said unconvinced, "I can't believe it." How can I fly with such a thick thread? " Ha ha ha, that's a big joke. Let's go. Stop nagging. "Line bowed his head and said," Well, I won't tie you up. "Then, there was a breeze, and the wind blew the kite up. The kite proudly said, "Look, I said I can fly myself!" " "The line silently walked to the master.

Soon, the wind stopped. I'm about to fall into the water. The kite screamed loudly, "Help! Help! -Come on, come and save me! " See this scene, worried! How to save! Suddenly, two children playing slingshots by the river came into Ryan's sight. So, the line commanded two children to fly kites into the air. After a while, the wind blew and the kite was pulled back by the line along the wind.

The kite was moved to cry, and then apologized to the line. The line says, "It doesn't matter, as long as you don't think you are self-righteous in the future." So, the kite and the thread are tied together again. Just then, the little master woke up. The little master is very happy to fly a kite. Kites fly freely in the sky. Kite said happily, "Now I know that with you by my side, I can tell the direction and feel safe." Line said with a smile: "As long as we Qi Xin work together in Qixin, we will go further!" Thread and kite finally became good friends. If they don't unite, they can't fly to the sky side by side with the sun and talk to Sister Yun Yun.

In life, we should cooperate with others more. As the saying goes, three heads are better than Zhuge Liang. Everyone has his own strengths. As long as we are United, friendly and cooperative, I believe everyone will reach the other side of the ideal!