Write a composition in eight words

1. Please write a composition for me in the following eight words.

What is the bridge rhyme bridge? Yeah! What is a bridge? Who will consider this question? Mao Yisheng, a famous bridge scientist, has carefully considered this problem. He said, "The bridge is just a bench, with a board on two legs, which can bear the weight. Enlarge this bench and' cross' a small river or a small valley to form a bridge. " No! Bridge, it's not that simple! No, not at all! If so, what is the love bridge? What was the blurred rainbow bridge that day? So, it's not simple. There are two bridges in my heart. They are the bridge of affection. Wannian Bridge's years are like a filter screen, which sifts away the soil in my memory and leaves shining gold. I have already appreciated the simplicity and age of Zhao Zhouqiao, and the vigor and grandeur of the Yangtze River Bridge. However, I always think about the small bridge in my hometown ancient city, and remember my childhood dream bridge. As soon as I have a holiday, my constant concern always urges me to look for the warm and sweet childhood memories. It is an old stone arch bridge that straddles the Xin 'an River. The water is beautiful, the river is beautiful, and the bridge is beautiful. The bluestone road on the bridge has been polished by pedestrians' feet. The bridge gave my interesting childhood a magnificent color. However, the rotating wheel of life took away my childhood and innocence when I transferred to school, moved, moved to high school and lived in school. When I walked to the bridge again, the cheerful and calm feelings of the lake could not help but cause a little melancholy ripples. Listen, there is the sound of water gurgling like a piano from under the bridge. It is the Taiping Bridge, a bridge full of my childhood and affection. The Bridge of Friendship-The rain outside the window of Wannian Bridge is drizzling, and my thoughts are full of variety. Winter has gone, a ray of spring brings warmth, and the bridge in my hometown is connected with unforgettable friendship. Remember that ancient bridge? I remember, we remember, we are a group of laughing children, a group of young and naive partners, and a group of classmates who get along with each other day and night. We used to walk together, with sincerity, hope and dreams, and walked through the ancient bridge in the wind and rain and the ancient bridge under the sun. A few mosses, a few grasses, or a few small snails leisurely show the richness and tranquility of the bridge. Walking through the bluestone road polished by predecessors, the sound is empty, which is the echo of the collision between reality and history ... The scientific name of the ancient bridge is Wannian Bridge, and I call her the bridge of friendship. It has accompanied us through childishness, innocence and beautiful flower season. The ancient Huizhou culture has created you, and the rugged archways hold you up, and the soft smoke from the kitchen covers you, and both affectionate eyes miss you. Ah! Bridge of affection-bridge of friendship, pure color, vigorous and elegant posture, is a spring breeze on my life road, with a touch of sunshine ... Bridge I am stiff and cold, I am a bridge, and I am lying across an abyss. This is my toe that goes into the soil, and my hand at the other end. I am biting the crumbling clay. The hem of my coat floats to my sides. The frigid Frellen River in the abyss makes noise. No tourist has ever lost his way to this difficult mountain, and the bridge has not been marked on various maps. -I just lie down and wait, I can only wait. Once a bridge is built, it is still a bridge as long as it does not collapse. It was in the evening-whether it was the first or the thousandth evening, I don't know-my thoughts were always in a mess, always beating around the bush. In the evening of summer, the sound of running water in the river is deeper, then I hear a man's footsteps! Walking towards me is walking towards me. -Stretch your limbs, bridge and stand up; The beam without handrail blocks the person entrusted to you. Quietly dispel the concerns of his footsteps, but he is still hesitating, so that he can know you and throw him to the shore like a mountain god. He came and beat me with the iron tip of his cane, then lifted the hem of my coat with it and put it on me. He poked the tip into my thick hair and left it there for a long time, as if to let it look around crazily. I was dreaming of following him across mountains and valleys, but he jumped with his feet and jumped into the middle of my body. I was unprepared, and the severe pain made me tremble all over. Who is this? It's a child? It was a dream? A highwayman? Was it a suicide? A seducer? A destroyer? I turned to see him. -It's the bridge turning! I collapsed before I turned around. I am collapsing, I have burst, and those sharp pebbles that have been quietly staring at me in the rushing water have pierced my body. Friendship is like that bridge. What is friendship? Yes, who will think about this problem? Qian Zhongshu once said: "The friendship between people is not due to untold benefits, but rather unspeakable." I said: "If the relationship between people is compared to a fast-flowing river, then friendship is a bridge on the river, dazzling and precious." Everyone has his own bridge of friendship. After all, friendship brings us too many wonderful memories. Every time we walk on this bridge, it's like finding the light. Life has given people too much pressure, and I have lost my beacon, pursued those dazzling auras and lost myself. But my friend told me: "People should live for their ideals." I gradually found myself, and friendship made me feel the warmth of the world. A greeting when you are sick, a comfort when you are sad, and a teaching when you are confused. These are the most sincere feelings in the world-friendship Friendship is like that bridge. Whenever we walk on this bridge, we will feel extremely happy. When I play with my friends, I always feel a kind of 2. Is there an 8-word topic about friendship composition < P > Love in the rain? Small eyes, high nose, thin lips and ear-length short hair make people know that she is a lively and lovely girl at a glance.

This is my friend-Xiaoxiao. We met in primary school.

It was a rainy day, and I walked alone on the playground. Just then, Xiaoxiao ran over and asked me why I didn't take an umbrella.

I told her that I like the rain, especially the cool feeling when raindrops hit me. She said that she likes rain, too.

So, two girls who love rain naturally come together. Since then, whenever it rains, we will hold an umbrella.

In this warm world under the umbrella, we chat heartily, weaving girls' beautiful dreams with interesting stories that we all love to hear ... Gradually, I found that my little eloquence is good and my articles are well written. And she also knows that I'm not good at writing.

In order to improve my composition, Xiaoxiao and I have a beautiful agreement: write a letter to each other every week. So, I wrote every letter carefully and told her my happiness and troubles.

at the same time, I also read her letter to me carefully and learned the essence from it. After a period of time, my composition level has improved a lot, and letter has become a special tool for us to maintain our friendship.

In rainy days, we went to study in extra-long classes, bought books in bookstores and walked home from school together ... Xiaoxiao was my first and best confidant. Although the days we spent together included "war" and peace, it was more joy and sweetness ... Now, we are no longer in junior high school in the same school, but I still remember my little help, her sweet smiling face under the umbrella in the rain, and the colorful days we walked together.

everything stays in the eternal memory. It is another rainy day.

When I walked alone in the playground again, I felt a feeling that I couldn't say anything. Is it lost? Is it bitter? Still lonely? I don't know.

a sour feeling welled up from my heart, which is indescribable. At this point, giving can't bring me * * *, but only the sadness of losing my bosom friend.

The sky is cool, and the heart is cool. It's so beautiful and warm when you lose it. The rainy scene is still the same, but it will be rainy again, and there will be less fun with the little ones. 3. Seven or eight words for writing scenery

I love the snow in winter

I love the spring with flowers and birds, I love the summer with unbearable heat, I love the autumn with heavy fruits, but I love the winter with heavy snow more, because I love snow, which adds infinite joy to our children.

When winter comes, the cold wind blows, and the face is like a knife. Snow, an elf in winter, dances beautifully from the sky and comes to every corner of the world. Inadvertently, it has already covered roofs, trees, grasslands and highways. . As their own stage, scrambling to perform.

Yesterday morning, snowflakes suddenly floated in the sky. I carefully observed the snowflakes. At first, it was still underground bit by bit. Gradually, large tracts of snowflakes fell from the cloudy sky like white clouds. The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Soon, the earth put on a thick and white cotton-padded jacket, and the whole world was white. They are all firmly embraced by the snow.

The snow stopped, and several friends and I ran into the snow hand in hand happily. In the snow, "Wow! We screamed, the snow was really white, as white as a sketch paper; That snow is so thick that it covers your feet; There was so much snow that the whole ground was covered. " We trudged to the middle of the snow, grabbed a handful of snow from the snow, rounded it, chased each other and kept throwing it at each other, "One, two, three, four, five. 。” All I heard was a bang.

in a short time, my friends all went home, and I also ran home. As soon as I got home, in my room, I saw a layer of frost on the window. I touched it with my hand and was able to write and draw. I wrote a few words on the window with my hand: "I love you, snow in winter".

ah! The snow in winter, your heart is so pure, my friends and I can't forget your beauty, let alone all your dedication to children. Every winter, you are silently paying for us, and you are so pure and kind.

I love you, snow in winter.

Feeling in Autumn 4. Eight-word composition topic describing the teacher

A bright light in growth

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, and now I am a teenager. My mother has always been with me when I was growing up. She is not only my first teacher, but also a bright light in my growth.

My mother is plain and has nothing outstanding, but she has given me great support and encouragement in my life.

It was a speech contest. Because I had a cold and was still very nervous, I forgot my words during the contest. I stood on the stage and looked at the audience in panic. At this moment, I saw my mother sitting in the middle. Her smiling eyes showed a trace of eagerness. I tried my best to think, but I just couldn't remember it. At this moment, there was a small commotion under the stage, and I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I felt that their fingers were clearly pointing at me. My mother didn't say anything, but she still sat there. Her smiling eyes gave me encouragement, so I jumped that big step to continue my speech. The tandem connection was very inappropriate, but I had to bite the bullet and continue. The speech finally ended. I almost ran off the stage, and the audience was silent. All the other contestants got thunderous applause. I cried and cried quietly. When I got home, I lay on my bed and cried, because I had never been so bad as today. At this moment, my mother came over, smiled and stroked my head, and said softly, Son, you spoke very well today, and you will always be the best in my mother's heart. After listening to my mother's words, I cried more sadly, but her words gave me strength and made me forget my sadness. Since then, I have been practicing very hard to get more exercise.

When I was confused, my mother always showed me the brightest way. I remember that I failed in the exam. I went home with tears in my eyes, waiting for my mother's reprimand, but after I got home, my mother didn't blame me, but patiently sat next to me and rewrote it with me.

I can never finish talking about my mother. My mother is great, kind and loving. In short, my mother is a bright light in my growth, helping me to light up the road ahead and let me go further and higher. 5. The atmosphere of the teacher's lecture is vivid. Write a composition of 1 words in 8 words

My teacher's composition of 6 words. The class you taught was so colorful that every chapter seemed to open a window in front of me and let me see a new world.

teacher, whenever I think of you, I can't help feeling ups and downs, and the floodgate of memory can't help but open. It's like a movie, playing in my mind. She is strict with us like her mother, loves us and is amiable.

She has long hair and watery eyes. Although she is over 4 years old, she is still so beautiful in my heart. She came to teach us when I was in the eighth grade. When I first saw her, I thought she was very strict. Sure enough, the first time I wrote a weekly diary, I copied it because the words were too ugly and the content was too little. My classmates and I were called outside by her and stood one way.

Her face was full of anger, and she wanted to eat us all at once. At that time, I was afraid that she would be cruel the first time (telling her parents). As a result, I thought too much. She said at that time, "Words are a facade, and you can tell a person's character from them. No one can steal your good handwriting!" Then he gently tugged at my ear. "Do you remember what I said? If there is a next time, you know the consequences. "I just whispered" hmm ",and after I answered, I pulled another person's ear. Then she said loudly, "You must rewrite it to me before the evening study on Tuesday. If you fail, you will continue to rewrite it!"! My strict requirements are right, and I am responsible for you. A famous teacher makes a great teacher! " When I returned to my seat, I was thinking about what the teacher said. I thought it was very reasonable. In primary school, the teacher also said my words, but in junior high school, I was still told by the teacher. I decided to write my words well.

I handed in my "strong military command" long ago. Everything comes to him who sets his mind on it, and the teacher gave me an A in my weekly diary. Although I didn't get an A+, I was still a little happy, because most of my compositions in primary schools were good, and few of them were excellent. At that time, I liked Chinese classes (other classes also liked them very much). If I could fight the blue sky, it was you who gave me wings to soar. If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, it is you who give me the power to make waves; If I am an immortal torch, it is you who have given me the light of youth! I am proud to have a teacher like you here! My teacher writes 6 words. My teacher is very strict and kind.

Because the teacher is strict, we have learned to be strict with ourselves. Because of the kindness of the teacher, we feel warm and learn countless knowledge. My teacher looks very strict, but in fact, she is very kind at heart. Her kindness will last forever like waves and will not change.

Her eyes are as bright as the sun, full of wisdom, and she smiles very naturally and kindly. Her mind is the source of wisdom. When she asks the teacher, she will immediately answer wonderful answers, leading us to the ocean of knowledge, opening the magical door with the key of wisdom, sharing knowledge and discussing problems together.

the teacher used hers.