Eighth grade composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone must come into contact with compositions. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, compositions can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? Below are 10 eighth-grade essays that I compiled for reference only. Let’s take a look. Eighth grade composition 1

In Chinese class, the teacher organized us to watch the video "11-year-old children shocked 1.3 billion people". After watching it, I really understood what unfair fate is and what It is the difficulty of life, what is the unyielding will!

The protagonist of the video is an eleven-year-old boy named Tan Jingfan. When he was seven years old, his father died, his mother ran away, and his left leg was amputated. All misfortunes happened when he was seven years old. But he didn't give up, didn't get discouraged, and didn't complain. He is stronger and harder working than anyone else. Although he does not have the same superior conditions as ordinary people, he has better results than ordinary people. He has won all kinds of awards in school, and certificates of all sizes are plastered all over the walls, and he has never been looked down upon. Even though his left leg was amputated, although he was not in front of others in running, he was never behind. He interprets a truth in his own way: life requires self-improvement!

At the age of seven, he should have an innocent smile, a lively and cheerful personality, and a life without worries about food and clothing. However, these are ordinary things within reach for us, but they are unattainable luxury hopes for him. When we grow up under our father's wings, his father has passed away to heaven; when we act like a baby in our mother's arms, his mother has disappeared; when our grandparents protect us like stars and the moon. At that time, he could only follow his grandparents to the fields while dragging his prosthetic leg. Compared with him, the pros and cons of circumstances and the pros and cons of achievements are so reversed, which makes us really feel ashamed!

I don’t know what I would do if I encountered the same situation as Tan Jingfan, but I feel that I will definitely not be as tough and tenacious as him, nor will I be as kind and tolerant as he is to his mother. Despite losing his parents and his left leg, Tan Jingfan still lived a wonderful life, shining with a brilliance that was different from ordinary people.

Everything we enjoy now is provided by our parents, but our parents cannot always be with us. Only through our own efforts can we create our own wealth.

Life is a long road. Sooner or later, we must learn to be independent and self-reliant. It is better to learn to be independent just like Tan Jingfan from now on.

Being strongly shocked by Tan Jingfan, we must also prove ourselves with our own strength. From now on, do what you can do by yourself; learn to do what you can't do. We don’t have the pressure of life and can put pressure on ourselves in study. Tan Jingfan’s experience inspires us: study hard and strive for self-improvement in life! Eighth Grade Composition Part 2

The monitor’s gaze Oh, heaven! Earth! Just ask me to hang myself with noodles.

I am not afraid of heaven or earth, but I am afraid of that extremely terrifying look from the squad leader! According to legend, they are a pair of eyes that make people feel like they are in Antarctica. They combine the highest state of staring, staring, squinting, and rolling eyes. As long as one attack is made, the person hit will be "internally injured" if not "killed". The lowest state is The degree also needs to be shaken. What a pity, my happy life will be destroyed alive under the monitor's eyes! In the first few days of school, because the students were not familiar with the class environment and could still abide by the rules and regulations in self-study classes, the monitor's eyes finally did not emit the power of his gaze. That day, since the teacher was not around, my deskmate Yao Fei and I started talking nonsense. When we were having fun, I suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from my side. I felt a chill running down my spine and couldn't help but look at the squad leader. As expected, the murderous intent came from the squad leader! Under the intimidation of the squad leader's gaze, my mouth, which was still full of energy just now, was like a car without oil, a Coke without water, and a hamburger without meat, unable to move freely. The squad leader stared at me with thousands of white sword lights shooting out of his eyes.

Yao Fei seemed to be more afraid of the squad leader's gaze with 9,000 combat power and the destructive power to destroy the earth than I was. He, he actually complained first: "Ban, squad leader, it was Wu Guanghong, the villain, who spoke to me first. Don't look at me, don't!" After saying that, he immediately picked up the book and pretended to look at it, but he even held the book upside down. But the squad leader believed it to be true, and her eyes immediately focused on firing the artillery fire towards me.

I couldn’t resist, and immediately pretended to be dead at the speed of light, thinking to myself: It’s too scary, it’s so cold! My whole body and mind immediately fell into Antarctica! Immediately, I immediately took a noodle and was equipped to hang myself, but the noodle broke. Eighth Grade Composition Part 3

How long has it been since you last seen such a face? Can't remember.

In my memory, I don’t have such thin and vague eyelids, which are so beautiful that it makes people look at them, and their sharpness makes people tremble.

"Please give me a bowl of Mengpo soup!"

This is the only thing everyone who walks through this place will say to me. Such monotonous and emotionless words as Xi Xi, just like the ghost messenger who led them here, staring blankly ahead with his empty eyes, took the Meng Po soup from my hand and raised his head to drink it down. There was no hesitation or resistance at all.

Meng Po’s Meng Po soup. But that's not my real name. My name? Maybe I have forgotten, I have been here for some time, and I have no memory of when I came here. Like them, I had no idea what was going on behind me. Maybe I had taken the bowl of soup from Po Meng here and drank it all without hesitation.

"No! I won't drink! I don't want to forget the past!"

In the bustling souls, I often see such things, just like taking them away from the vast underworld. Insignificant as a grain of dust.

"Let me do it!"

As before, I still stretched out my hand to scoop up a bowl of soup and signaled the ghost to pry open the man's mouth. I couldn't help but say that a bowl of soup would be enough. Drink it like this.

Tears of humiliation swept down from the corners of the man's eyes, and the indescribable helplessness and resentment in his eyes were replaced after a while by the same empty and dull expression as the others. The man staggered towards the last place and waited obediently for another round of reincarnation.

No one can resist the Meng Po soup I prepared. No one...

"Master Ye, please come this way!"

At this time, the ghost guards came over with a man in their arms.

See you again! King Ma Cang Ye...

He walked past me and rested for an hour in the pavilion behind him as usual.

Don’t think about it or care about it. It is a privilege given to him by the Tenth Palace of Hell. He does not need to drink my soup every time he is reincarnated. How many times has he been reincarnated? It is difficult for ordinary people to bear the kind of memories that meet again and again without being erased and reincarnated. I forgot! He is not an ordinary person, he can make all the ghosts here and even those above him extremely afraid.

"After drinking Meng Po soup, there will be no connection between the past life and this life." His words came from the pavilion in a low voice, with some sighs of loneliness.

"Master Ye, are you interested in giving it a try?"

I regretted it as soon as I said it. How could you say such words from your heart? Even in this position, you can't talk nonsense. Looking up, his handsome face was obviously stunned for a moment without saying a word. I stopped talking and continued to be busy with the work in hand, feeding people and preparing soup day and night. hehe! Torture in disguise...

Xu Geng, he stood up and walked towards the wheel of reincarnation until he disappeared completely.

"Next time... Next time, I will come and taste the taste of the soup..."

After drinking Meng Po soup, there is no connection between the past and this life... Eighth grade Composition 4

Every rainy night, I would quietly lean in front of the window, let the breeze pass by my cheeks, and enjoy the feeling of being caressed by the raindrops.

Then, a person, silently, reminiscing...

That was a silent night.

On the boulevard, I was having a heart-to-heart talk with a friend I had not seen for many years. We joked, played, and recalled every moment of playing together a few years ago. Occasionally, we both had tears in each other's eyes. Perhaps it was because we had been apart for so long that we couldn't find a topic to communicate with each other after being together for a while. Helpless, I used the reason that it was dark to go home and wanted to get rid of this embarrassing situation. Unexpectedly, my friend seemed to have guessed what I was thinking and readily agreed. However, she said she would send me back. Without hesitation, I nodded in agreement. Perhaps, this is the last time.

Suddenly, several flashes of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by mighty thunder.

It’s raining.

The heavy rain without warning caught us off guard. Naturally, the clothes on my body were all wet. I don’t know why, but I always feel that the rain is so cold that it reaches my heart and continues to spread. Admittedly, I just want to get out of this situation as soon as possible. Perhaps it was my eagerness and forgetfulness that caused the irreversible tragedy.

The rain is getting heavier.

It was like a fire was burning in my heart, which was in sharp contrast to the heavy rain. The more impatient I am, the heavier the rain seems to fall. At this time, I was like a lost child, turning left and right, hoping to find a place with light. Unfortunately, in the end, I still fell into the dark path of no return.

Finally, I couldn't help it anymore and ran as hard as I could. It seems that as long as I keep running, I will be able to leave here and return to my home. I don’t know how long I ran until I saw a crossroads. excited? Happy? I don’t know what words to use to describe my current mood. The thought that flashed through my mind made me run faster. Just when I thought I had reached the other side, there was a loud brake sound behind me. At that moment, my mind suddenly became confused.

The world is so quiet that it becomes blank.

There is no sun, but it reflects the dazzling light.

Burn eyes until painful.

Tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably, and a trace of sadness spread to every hair, covering the whole heart thinly.

I don’t want to believe it, I don’t want to understand it. She just left me, leaving nothing behind.

From now on, no one will talk to me about their feelings...

No one will tell me jokes to make me happy when I am sad...

No one will be stupid enough to accompany me on the playground...

No one will ever again...

Maybe, fate is so ruthless. However, people have feelings.

A gentle breeze disrupted my thoughts. When he came back to his senses, his face was already covered with tears.

I don’t want to lose again, I don’t want to be separated again, I don’t want to have so many sleepless nights. Eighth Grade Composition Part 5

Everyone has a dream. Dreams are our goal and the pillar of our spirit. Where there is a dream, there is hope, and we should stick to our dreams.

My dreams have changed again and again since I was a child. Every time I dream, my parents will encourage me and support me. But each time I only persisted for a while. My first dream was to become a fashion designer. I saw beautiful and gorgeous clothes designed by designers on TV. I long to be able to design clothes like that, but I thought over and over again that designing clothes requires inspiration. Can a person like me, who has no inspiration for writing a composition, design beautiful clothes? I gave up this dream magnificently.

The next dream is the only one I have persisted in for a long time, which is to become a doctor. Becoming a qualified doctor is not an easy task. Sometimes you need to stay at your post all day and all night, with very little time to sleep.

When I watch the scene of doctors rescuing people on TV, I feel as if I am helping. Doctors will never give up any life until the last moment.

It wasn’t until a relative around me passed away from me that I firmly believed in this dream. Although I am not yet capable of treating anyone, I will use all my energy to treat everyone. people.

If I really become a doctor in the future, I will take every one of my patients seriously and help them recover as soon as possible and get rid of the pain. Eighth Grade Composition Part 6

During the summer vacation, I read "The Education of Love" by the Italian writer Amicis. In the form of a diary, it tells the story of a little boy named Enrico's fourth-grade life for nine months, recording what he saw and heard in school, family, and society within a year. Every line is filled with deep love. : Sincere emotions towards the motherland, parents, teachers and friends. It is true that love is compared to many things in the book, but I asked myself, "What exactly is love?" It can be as small as a friendly conversation between classmates, a teacher's encouraging eyes to a student, or a parent's nagging to their child. Love is even a slight smile from someone you meet by chance; but it can also be as big as donating bone marrow, donating blood, helping the Hope Project, and being a "bridge of love" built by a girl from Yongcheng for children in the northwest... Eighth grade composition 7

Of course, the night market during the day is not as lively as the night market at night, but I still choose to go there during the day, hahaha!

Although there are many cars on the road, I can still feel the breath of freedom. Whoosh.

Ding-a-ling-ding-ain’t it annoying, mom? Alas, I didn’t want to take it with me at first, but my mother forced me to take it with her persuasive words.

"Hello?" I hummed impatiently.

"Baby, are there a lot of cars on the road? Did a car hit you..."

...

I hung up before I could finish listening. Telephone. Relax.

The purpose of going to the night market this time is still the same, to buy a pet for entertainment. It’s boring. The goldfish I bought last time died for some reason as soon as its two fins kicked off.

Night market.

"Wow! It's so cute, boss lady, I want this hamster!" I shouted.

"Come on, come on, ten yuan." The landlady smiled from ear to ear.

“Ten yuan, can you give me two bags of feed?” I begged.

"Oh oh oh oh. Okay, okay. Here, here. Thank you for your patronage!" the landlady said politely.

I stepped into the car and suddenly realized that the bag was very light. When I lowered my head, I found that the bag had been chewed by a hamster. When I turned around, I realized that he couldn’t bear to leave his original home. He was desperately heading towards his home— —Climbing in a glass jar.

I rushed over, picked him up, took him back to his home, and poured out all the feed to feed him.

Ding ding ding ding~~This is a call from my mother.

"Hello, Mom." I don't know why, but I am very happy to receive a call from my mother.

"Hey, are you on your way home, baby? You have to be guarded on the road, a car will drive over if you are not careful..."

"Yeah, I know. ..."

Suddenly I discovered that there are many kinds of warmth at home. Eighth Grade Composition Part 8

My mother, no matter what I am doing, her first words are - "Really", this is the case every day. As soon as I heard my mother say these words, I knew that she would talk to me endlessly and make me feel dizzy.

Every morning, when I was still sleeping, a voice suddenly sounded in my ear: "Really, what time is it? I'm still sleeping!" It turned out that my mother was urging me in my ear again, I had to get up. So I slowly got out of the bed. While yawning, he lazily looked for clothes in the closet.

My mother saw it and came over and said, "Really, it takes so long to find clothes. It's already been 5 minutes!" I put on my clothes and washed up with a look of helplessness. When I was wiping my face in the bathroom, my mother yelled at me again: "Still dawdling? Really, you won't listen!" I could only say silently in my heart: "It's so annoying, I didn't dawdle!" After eating, it's time to go to school, and my mother is talking to me again: "Have you brought everything? Really, it's a waste of time again!" Early in the morning, my mother kept chattering, and her head was racing. Dizzy.

When school was over in the afternoon, my mother was talking again. My mother complained: "Really, He Jiali came out so late..." "Stop talking, stop talking, I'm dizzy!" I said to my mother. Mom could only close her mouth and it was quiet for a while.

In the evening, after dinner, I want to take a rest and read extracurricular books. But my mother disagreed and said to me: "You want to read a book before you finish your homework? Really!" I knew there was no room for negotiation with my mother, so I continued to do my homework. Time passed so fast, and it was already eight o'clock. My mother walked into my room and saw that I was still doing my homework. She became very angry: "Really! I still want to read a book! I haven't even finished my homework..." …”

On this day, I was feeling groggy, and there was always a voice ringing in my ears: “Really, really...” Maybe, my mother is so verbose because of my Not good; maybe, my mother was worried about me. No matter what, I want to thank my mother. She helped me get rid of my carelessness and improved my grades! Eighth Grade Composition Part 9

I think today is a very happy day because I am going on an autumn outing!

Today’s destination is the Linjiang Incident Base. We got on the bus and saw various scenery in Wenzhou along the way: beautiful mountains, beautiful lakes...

Before we knew it, we arrived at Linjiang Practice Base and got off the bus. After the bus, a teacher first led us to the practice base and told us that there were four classes per day, two classes in the morning and two classes in the afternoon at the farm. There are two classes here, one is about making wheat cakes and the other is about making vases. The teacher also asked us to visit for 20 minutes first. I visited every room: I came to the first room first. There were all kinds of literary works, furniture, and farm tools in that room. Some of them I just wanted to see. I’ve seen it in costume dramas! We first make cakes for sale, and we must wash our hands before making wheat cakes.

A grandma came to teach us how to make it. We all followed her step by step: the first step was to roll the dough into pancakes. I spent a lot of effort to make it. Roll the dough into a round and beautiful pancake. In the second step, put the plum and vegetable stuffing in the pancake. My grandma gave me a lot of plum and vegetable stuffing. In the third step, roll the stuffed pancake into a round pancake. "Baozi", but because there was a lot of stuffing, I made the "baozi" into "dumplings" when I was "making the buns". The last step was to wrap the buns and steam them in the electric stove! About fifteen minutes later, the fragrant pancakes came out of the oven! I held the fragrant pancakes I made and felt so sweet in my heart!

It’s time to make a vase! The teacher divided us into groups of six and gave each group two bundles of twine, a bottle of glue, and a pair of scissors. To make a vase, I made a pattern out of hemp rope and pasted it on. I made a flower pattern.

There are two classes in the afternoon, one is a farm class and the other is an expansion class. After the farm class, we each took home a pothos plant. There are many fun projects in the expansion class, such as: crossing a single-plank bridge, walking duckweed, water slide...

I really enjoyed this autumn outing and hope to come again next time! Eighth Grade Composition Chapter 10

Life is an endless road.

——Inscription

Autumn Recalling the Past

Autumn always gives people a bleak mood. Walking on the path covered with dead leaves, crunching—— The benches on the roadside were empty, with only a few scattered leaves. Recalling the old past events, I couldn't help but feel moved in my heart.

That year, I was twelve years old.

At the age of twelve, it seems that I have grown up a lot all of a sudden, as if the feathers of the bird have become plumper and want to spread its wings and soar in the blue sky; at the age of twelve, I no longer want to be like a captive. Sheep has only a small space; at the age of twelve, he looks forward to the future, but looks back and misses the past. When I was twelve years old, I stood at the crossroads of my life and lost my way. So, I tried to find that bright light in the classics.

Read "The Biography of Celebrities" to learn about Beethoven's ups and downs, his life of creating miracles, and carefully appreciate the story behind "Destiny"; read "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to revisit Red Cliff and experience Zhuge Kongming's battle with the Confucian scholars. , with the wisdom of ancient times and the present, feel the fierce wars in the Three Kingdoms period; read "Water Margin" and admire the Liangshan heroes written by Shi Naian, all of them are heroic and ambitious, and have great righteousness, and feel the word "righteousness"; read "Dream of Red Mansions" and appreciate The rise and fall of my country's ancient feudal families reflects the social conditions at that time...

Until that day, "Two roads diverged in a wood - and I chose the one less traveled by, and that was my decision." The path of my life." Frost enlightened me with his unique experience and writing style. People should choose their own path carefully. No matter what the outcome is, you have to give it a try and at least make the process perfect.

Life is an endless road.

That year, I was twelve years old.

Spring Future

Softly, the grass brushes the trouser legs, and the breath of spring is so real and close to the skin. The dewdrops stayed on the leaf tips and refused to fall off. What refuses to slip are the colors of spring, bright and brisk. Not daring to be too hasty, I moved my steps slowly, leaving a fresh trace, as if spring had inadvertently applied a light stroke of oil paint. Is it because I was afraid of disturbing some dreams and murmurs, or because I was afraid that the fingers of spring would tickle somewhere in my heart.

This year, I am fourteen years old.

The ancients said, "The plan for a year lies in spring." On the road of life, every day is spring and a new day, and fourteen years old is an age full of vitality. Everything is new, every ray of sunshine is bright, and every day is different.

Life is an endless road, why not make a new plan today?

Today, I have really grown up!