Happy composition of grade eight: 600 words

In our daily study, work and life, we always contact or use composition. With the help of composition, we can vent our emotions and adjust our mood. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following are seven 600-word happy compositions that I compiled in the eighth grade. I welcome your reference and hope to help you.

600 words 1 That was really a painful exam.

When I got my report card, my mind went blank. Why did I only take the exam? Watching people talking and laughing, each sharing the joy of finishing the exam, and I, my hope failed. I thought I played well, but now I seem to be a dust in the crowd.

Going home glumly is the mother's "torture": "How much did you get in the exam?" I reluctantly picked up the test paper. I thought my mother would scold me as before, but I didn't want to. She just sighed softly, "Come here". I went to the study. I know the importance of this exam, but I can't give back to my mother, and I have mixed feelings.

In the study, two cups of hot tea have been made on the table. On weekdays, I get along well with my mother, talking and laughing. This is the first time she has faced me face to face so seriously.

Do you know why I don't talk about you? Mother spoke. I'm obviously confused. "Because I saw your efforts for this exam. Hard work is always good, but the important thing is that you can't satisfy it, but you must be in the wrong direction of learning, investing in the wrong direction, and giving up the foundation. " She smiled at me and immediately melted the iceberg in my heart. The guilt in my heart deepened, and my mother exuded a rational brilliance.

"Come, bring the paper. Let me analyze and analyze. " She copied the wrong question in her notebook and thought … I don't know why my nose is a little sour. I remembered the conversation between the partners not long ago. "My mother doesn't care about me, so free!" "Yes, she won't scold me because I did badly in the exam!" "great" ... but I couldn't get in a word at the time. How proud I am now compared with then!

My mother in my memory is strict, but sometimes, looking at what she wrote, I suddenly have a sense of happiness that I have never had before. When she lifted a wisp of silver hair, I seemed to understand everything. How happy I am. My mother restrains me so severely, so that I can form good habits and make my future life smoother! I used to watch birds flying freely in the air by the window, and I have been looking forward to that kind of happiness. But now, I want to be an eagle that has suffered more than a bird. Only when you grow up can you have more powerful wings and soar in the broader blue sky!

How happy I am compared with those unrestrained children! At least some people are watching me. ...

"Come on, do it!" Mom handed me the exercise, "hmm!" " "I smiled at her. Happiness, don't look up! Everyone is not short of happiness, happiness is around you!

Eighth grade happy composition 600 words 2 sunset set. A few floating clouds in the sky, accompanied by "red yarn", are even more charming and dazzling. Humans on the earth stared with envy. However, the cloud is not satisfied. They want to get closer to the sun and go to the brightest place. As a result, the cloud dragged the long "red yarn" and flew towards the horizon. Along the way, they talked and laughed, danced and competed: the dance was the most beautiful, and the first cloud that reached the horizon was the most beautiful. As a result, they made their most charming movements, flying in the sky, like fairies playing in the sky, graceful and radiant. . What a happy scene! However, the sunset is getting farther and farther away from them, and finally, it disappears into the horizon. But clouds are not depressed because they feel how happy they are. Later, the "red yarn" also went with the sunset. The sky is quiet, the clouds are still in the sky, waiting for the moon to appear. ...

Cloud doesn't care whether its ideal can be realized, but what it cares about is the joy and happiness when it pursues. If we can lighten the weight of the ideal and increase the joy of pursuing, like that cloud, won't there be so much pressure and depression?

In fact, the pursuit itself is a kind of happiness and happiness. Because the pursuit makes you always pay and struggle sincerely, which brings people the meaning of survival. When your efforts are rewarded and you make a little progress, you will find that the sky is exceptionally blue, the world is exceptionally beautiful and you are exceptionally happy.

I have heard such a sentence: "I want to travel all over Qian Shan to see the heroic feelings left by heroes;" I want to stand at the end of the water and laugh at the ups and downs of all beings. "The person who said this must be very happy, because he has such lofty ideals. But sometimes, the ideal should not be set too far, otherwise, you will sacrifice the beauty around you to pursue a "moon in the water, a flower in the mirror." "If you can't reach your ideal, you will frown every day, which will only give up more happiness.

If you only care about the process of pursuit, only care about the happiness of pursuit, no matter what the result is, then you really understand the meaning of pursuit. In fact, happiness is around you. Just like a wild flower, it has been blooming on the road of pursuit, with you. Just bow your head and you can smell the fragrance.

Russell, the most influential British thinker in the 20th century, came to Sichuan, China in the early 1920s.

It was summer, and the weather in Sichuan was very sultry. Russell and several people accompanying him went to Emei Mountain in a bamboo sedan chair carried by them. The mountain road is steep and steep, and several porters are so tired that they are sweating. As a thinker and writer, Russell, in this case, has no mood to see the scenery of Emei Mountain, but to think about the mood of several bearers. He thought that the bearers must hate their sedan chairs. In such hot weather, they had to carry them up the mountain. They may even wonder, why did they come from a sedan chair instead of a sedan chair?

While Russell was thinking, he came to a small platform halfway up the mountain, and the people with him stopped the bearers to have a rest. Russell got off the bamboo sedan chair and carefully observed the expression of the bearers, trying to comfort the hard bearers.

However, when he saw the bearers sitting together, taking out their pipes, talking and laughing and telling happy things, he didn't mean to blame the weather and the people in the sedan chair, nor did he mean to feel miserable for his fate. They also told Russell an interesting joke about his hometown and gave the great philosopher a difficult problem: "Can you draw with 1 1 and write the names of two China people?" Russell admitted that he couldn't. The sedan chair bearer smiled and said the answer: "Wang Yi, Wang Er." During the conversation, they laughed happily from time to time. Russell suddenly felt a little ashamed and remorse. Why should I comfort them? Why should I think they are unhappy?

Later, Russell told this story in his works. Moreover, he came to a famous outlook on life: it is wrong to look at the happiness of others with self-righteous eyes.

Yes, people who sit in sedan chairs are not necessarily happy, and people who carry sedan chairs are not necessarily unhappy. We can make our life full of joy, and we can also make our life colorful. People who truly find happiness in life are not because they become big officials, make a fortune and have a college degree, but because they have a healthy and optimistic attitude, because they will experience happiness with this attitude.

The happiness of life is inherent in each of us.

Eight-grade happiness composition 600 words 4 nights self-study, the classroom was quiet, and the tutor went to the deskmate and said softly, "Someone is looking for you outside." After a while, my deskmate came back with a smile and a big bag in her hand, which looked heavy. It must be parents. The class is almost over, the students get together and open their schoolbags. Wow! There are many designs, including eggs, steamed bread with stuffing, two pounds of moon cakes and a roast chicken. The crowd stirred up: "so many, boy, you are so happy!" " "

Yes, how happy! I whispered these three words, and no one present envied this happy classmate. In addition to strong envy, a sense of loss suddenly welled up in my heart. Parents often send food and clothes to their children; On rainy days, parents often come to deliver raincoats; On holidays, parents often drive to pick up their children. And I, since I stepped into the school gate, they have never been here again, whether it is hot or cold summer, holidays, or even cold and hot, and I need to change clothes urgently. Since childhood, I especially envy those students who have parents to pick them up. I have been looking forward to having a father who can send umbrellas in rainy days and a mother who can send cotton-padded jackets in snowy days. Because I think it's really happy.

Once, before the bell rang, a classmate's mother had been waiting outside the teaching building in the rain. I can't help but say to my classmates, "Your mother is so kind!" The classmate looked helpless: "well, I don't feel at ease all day, I don't feel at ease." I will always be a small child. " I froze. Do I feel unhappy being taken care of?

I can't help but get lost in thought. And that's what I lack. But I also grow up day by day. I remember the first time I learned to ride a bike. My father saw me fall. Instead of helping me up, he smiled and said, "Son, try again." I remember burning the vegetables the first time I cooked, but my mother smiled with relief. I remember one summer vacation, my family went hiking. When I came down, my feet looked like lead. I begged my parents to give me a lift, but my father bought me a dead branch on the side of the mountain as a crutch. ...

I finally realized my parents' strange concern for me.

When no one gives me a raincoat, I will know how to face the storm of life.

I will learn how to trudge on the rugged road of life when no one picks me up.

Thought of here, my sense of loss suddenly disappeared, and a sense of happiness came to my mind.

Happiness is always around you: if you go shopping with your mother and feel warm, it is happiness; If you swim in the ocean of knowledge under the guidance of the teacher in class, it is happiness; If you read quietly and daydream in the dim light, it is happiness. ...

During the holidays, my mother and I went shopping. Later, I liked to follow my mother and let her old man lead me to turn left and right in the street. My mother took me to a snack shop, took out a large bill from her waist and insisted that I sit on the same bench with my children to eat snacks. So, holding a small bowl, I joined the children and munched. Mother smiled at the side. How happy I am to go shopping with my mother! My mother loves me and dotes on me, for nothing else, just because I am her daughter. What flows in my eyes is her eyes yesterday, and what I pick out from my eyebrows is her pride today. In my mother's mind, my smile, my peck and my drink are great things. I picked up a happy red leaf, and my mother owned the whole maple forest; I swallowed a drop of bitter sea water, and my mother fell into the sea of Wang Yang. There is happiness if you have a mother. Accompanied by my mother, the nectar of happiness gurgled out.

In the morning, the Chinese teacher hurried into the classroom. His kind and exaggerated expression always makes us feel kind. His humorous words and vivid explanations always win our applause. He talked with us "no big or small" and skillfully unveiled the mysterious literary veil for us. Lang Lang's reading is full of energy, and there is hope in quiet thinking. Sometimes, we savor the artistic conception of "one water to protect the field will surround the green, and two mountains will send green"; Sometimes we will feel the philosophy of "I am happy because I have lived"; Sometimes, we will appreciate the pride of "sunset, A?vagho?a". What a wonderful moment, what a happy moment!

When I feel tired, I take out a book called "Cultural Journey" or "Artistic Life" from the famous bookshelf, make a cup of coffee and sit in front of the window full of winter sunshine to savor it. In the dead of night, I curled up under the covers, listening to the north wind and watching Emily's Wuthering Heights. I like reading, and I like the happiness that reading brings me more.

Happiness in my dictionary means caring, going to school and reading. In my interpretation, happiness has a simple but beautiful meaning. I am happy, because I have happiness, I will cherish happiness and let happiness accompany me forever.

True happiness is that there is a sweeter taste in my heart than falling into a honey pot! -inscription

All along, my parents are very busy at work, and we seldom get together to taste the taste of family affection.

I didn't even feel lonely in this family until one day, when I came home, my parents couldn't come back for dinner because of work. I looked at the empty home quietly, and my heart was like a heavy stone. I didn't eat, but threw myself on my bed in a big shape, and suddenly I felt that the distance between me and my parents was getting farther and farther. Every day we live a two-point line, eat silently together and leave home silently together. On the balcony, my pigeon is cooing, which I think is a kind of ridicule. At least, they have company.

I can't resist this feeling of silence any more. I wrote a letter to my parents, which incorporated all my dissatisfaction and even anger.

A few days later, a small potted plant appeared on my desk. Its leaves grow on branches with elegant flowers on them. I couldn't name this plant, and I didn't ask my parents. Looking at a heart of hearts on the pot, I seem to understand my parents' wishes. I gave this plant a very sweet name-happiness. At dinner, my parents and I both laughed. My mother seized the opportunity to go to the movies this weekend. Hearing this, I almost jumped up like a kindergarten child. At this time, I also vaguely saw some changes in my father's eyes.

At the weekend, my parents really fulfilled their promises. When I went out, my mother saw me holding a potted plant in my hand: "Ah! What are you doing with this? " I pursed my lips: "Hum! You guys? Don't understand-"I deliberately put the word" don't understand "very heavily, followed by a long list of pulldowns. Mom grinned over her mouth!

I have to admit, the movie that day was really wonderful. Just watching mom and dad on both sides laugh is very happy. Although we watched the sad movie Titanic that day, our family had a bright smile. The master fell into the sea and tasted the sadness of being separated from his lover, while our family fell into the honey pot brewed by love and tasted the happiness.

The beautiful Twelve Company of Xingkai Lake Farm looks like a charming and pure teenager. At the foot of the teenager, there is a small house with red tiles and white walls, which is a happy paradise for me and ten years old.

Yao Yao is ten years old this year, and both his parents work in Dalian. He has lived with his grandmother since he was three years old. Xiaoyao sometimes seems very lonely. He sat by the cheerful stream, his eyes vacant, and sometimes he drew a long willow tree against the swift stream. Of course, Xiaoxi won't be angry with Yao Yao. She decorated her slightly wrinkled eyebrows with sparkling water drops, and also lit sparkling water drops on Yao Yao's eyebrows, and then flowed forward happily. Yaoyao sometimes puts a green leaf or a petal into the water. The stream seemed to read his mind and took the leaves or petals away. Maybe it has been sent to his missing parents.

Seeing that Yao Yao is so lonely, I am determined to build a happy paradise with Yao Yao. We dug the vegetable garden black and soft with shiny shovels. With grandma's help, we planted the seeds. In a few days, tender vegetable seedlings grew on the land. Grandma staggered along the path, pulled them down, put them in a small basket, and washed them with well water bright and clean. The vegetable seedlings in the white porcelain plate are like white jade plates filled with elegant jade, giving people a refreshing and pleasing feeling. Grandma fried a plate of golden egg sauce, a plate of Huang Chengcheng bean curd skin and two plates of purple pig ears. We children have tasted the fruits of labor, and our mouths are fragrant and our hearts are sweet.

When the branches of apricot trees were full of pink flowers, Yao Yao and I dug a small fish pond. Catch some naughty fish from the stream and put them in the pond. When we are happy, we sit under the apricot tree and let Yao Yao use my smartphone to video with his mother. Aunt saw the flowers on the branches of apricot trees, and the dimples were full of flowers. After the video, I played the guitar and played the flute far away. Kind-hearted grandma snuggles up at home, and happy wrinkles are stretching sweet enjoyment. The window faces the living room, and there is a row of golden awards hanging on the wall of the living room.

A stream, a cabin, a vegetable garden, an apricot flower, a fish pond, a guitar and a flute are the happy paradise created by Yao Yao and me through labor.

Who says left-behind children must be lonely? Isn't my love just a tender mouth that is blossomed into apricot flowers in bright spring?