Back view composition for eighth grade

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Time flies, leaving only the elongated back figure.

Upward·Stumbling back

She, like the new sun, rises slowly from the east. I haven’t seen my little niece for a few months and she is already learning to walk. I watched from the side as her little body climbed up, but unfortunately, before she could stand up, she fell on the bed. The elder sister shouted cheers from the front, encouraging the little niece to stand up. When she heard her mother's call, she took another step and stood up. When she felt that she would not fall back, she stood up and staggered. I watched her back shrink little by little and throw herself into her sister's arms.

Upright and stable back

He, like the sun at noon, hangs high in the sky. Several years passed by, and my brother grew up step by step. The little brother who needed his mother's hand to walk can already run very fast. Through the glass window, I looked at the back of my brother and others chasing him. He ran as if he was not tired, and disappeared from my sight after a while. I couldn't help but sigh that he was already so old.

Curved and old back

She is like the setting sun in the west, leaving only a little bit of residual light. I don’t know since when, grandma’s steps began to wobble and she was about to fall. Grandma was very happy to see her granddaughter whom she had not seen for a long time, and got up to go to the kitchen to cook. I wanted to say no to grandma, but watching her stoop and slowly walk into the kitchen, swaying, I couldn't help but shed tears sadly.

Staggering, steady, and old, silhouettes of backs are projected in front of my eyes. Time flies by so fast, like a fleeting moment. As I grew older, they also changed, and time ruthlessly revealed my grandma’s old state in front of me. I just want to say: Time slows down. As we grow up, I don’t want you to grow old anymore. I just want to take a good look at you... Back View Eighth Grade Composition 2

In a small town, There is a custom. Whenever a wedding is held, the bride's relatives and friends will block the downstairs door of the bride's home. The groom must not be angry, but must smile. It is the same as illegally setting up road cards to collect tolls. At this time, everyone, regardless of whether they are noble or humble, men, women, old or young, can stretch their hands towards the bow of the boat. The groom must leave candies, cigarettes and banknotes before he can pass. Ah Hui and I met at that time.

Ah Hui is one grade younger than me. She calls me and Ah Qing both Sister.

Ah Hui, Ah Qing and I once worked odd jobs in a candy store. We absolutely love this job. Every day, I find time to tie candies, or wrap candies to be precise. 7 cents per box. I would go home at 2 a.m. at the latest and work even during lunch time. As a result, I was almost asked to stand at the door by the teacher. But the three of us still remain stubborn. Imagine how happy it is to roam among lollipops, sandwich candies, marshmallows, and milk candies every day. Especially when I saw my juniors lying half-paralyzed in front of the window and drooling, I felt so comfortable that I felt so happy. But there are also side effects: I like to eat sweets more and more. It's about to corrode two teeth.

In that era, alleys were the most visible ancient streets. Every time we pass by, I have to hold Ah Hui and Ah Qing’s hands. Because I fall easily. If you don't pay attention, you can see the Madaha on the roadside. There are actually many reasons. Slippery roads, oncoming clothes drying racks and carelessness. As time passed, A-Qing and A-Hui were able to catch up with what I was saying. Every time, the performance was vivid and lifelike, with exaggerated movements, which made me realize every time that I was a child with many excuses. However, my bad deeds have been floating in the river of time, and they will never fade away.

In the small town with ink tones, you can always see our backs, and the red sun of Houhai is printed on the bluestone road. The back figures of the three girls walked so stubbornly... The back figures for eighth grade composition 3

Perhaps it is because forgetting is always more difficult to dispel than memory. So, you used your departure to resolutely miss me. I used my fingers to beat the lovesickness, and suddenly I remembered a word, "One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisurely sorrow."

From that moment on, I captured your back. At that moment, every nerve in me was immediately connected to an unprecedented surprise.

When I was looking for your back, I forgot myself and just walked towards your back, but you left quietly like a rainbow after the rain, hard to find, leaving me to keep that beauty alone without anyone else. Feeling empty and sighing.

Just when I was careless, your back came into my eyes again, and I suddenly felt that the scenery in front of me was infinitely beautiful. That is not the fallen beauty, that is the sigh from the heart, a heat that attracts my sight and even my heart!

My heart is intoxicated with your back, and my spirit and your back hug each other tightly, blending together like water and milk!

I stood quietly in a corner, staring at your retreating back, falling into deep meditation...

Maybe you never noticed that I When I walk by you, my steps are so slow and light·

Your back comes and goes in a hurry, without a trace, hard to find, but it evokes a series of reveries in me· ···

I know that your back will eventually leave in a hurry, or even disappear into thin air. But I can't control my fragile heart and can't help but fall in love with your thought-provoking back!

Your back, in the crowd every day, I can feel your presence and your warm breath - like my mother. This is all the inspiration your back gives me.

Whether you are far away in the world or far away in the sky, your back is in my sight and my figure is on your voyage.

My dear teacher! Back view of the eighth grade composition 4

The heavy rain kept pouring down, the wind roared, the raindrops kept beating the umbrella, hitting the beautiful water splash on the umbrella, making ripples appear in my heart, thinking of The back figure in the distance.

It was already time for school to end, but the sudden rain caused many students and parents to rush around to take shelter. The rain was hitting the ground hard, as if it was trying to make a hole without thinking about anything. I was still standing guard at the school gate, waiting for someone to pick me up. After a while, a familiar figure appeared. It was not my mother, who usually picks me up, but my grandfather, whose legs and feet were not very convenient.

I suddenly wondered: "Grandpa, why are you here?"

"Your mother asked me to pick you up because something was wrong. But the rain came suddenly, and when I went out, I didn't bring an umbrella. I'm afraid you might catch a cold if you get caught in the rain..." As he said that, he took off the hat he was wearing and put it on my head. "Let's go." I saw that there was no covering on my grandfather's head, and I wondered: "Grandpa, you gave me the hat, how do you solve it?" "Grandpa, you are in good health, everything is fine." As he said that, he held my hand hands and move forward. Those big, rough hands were covered with thick calluses, but they were so warm. I tilted my head and saw his face clearly - the wrinkles on his forehead were like knife carvings, seeming to tell the vicissitudes of the past. Time flies by, and the grandfather who loves me and loves me is getting older.

The rain gradually became lighter and pattered, and everyone walked forward step by step.

My grandfather walked in front, and I followed him. The rain fell gently on his shoulders. His stooped body was made even more lonely by the gray cloudy sky. The rhythm was staggering due to the mud, and slowly The ground moved forward. I remembered the scene when my grandpa used to play with me and carry me home when he was tired; I remembered the moment when my grandfather’s high-raised slap kept falling gently because of my rebellion; I remembered the time when my grandfather secretly visited me without telling my mother. The smile on his face when he stuffed some change in his pocket to burn money... In silence, my grandpa grew old.

The rain fell gently and softly. I stepped forward in three steps and two steps at a time. This time, let me hold my grandpa’s hand and keep walking... Back View Eighth Grade Composition 5

< p>I believe that there is a hero in every little heart. My hero is my dad.

My dad is my hero. As the years go by, my dad’s appearance has changed a little, but in my heart, he is still as great as ever. He has always been great since I came to this world. Stay with me until now.

I still remember deeply that it was a slightly cool night when my father and I went out and were walking on the way home. Because it had been raining in recent days, the ground was still wet with mud. The street lamps emitting yellow-brown light shone on my father and I, and we all walked a little slowly.

Dad walked in front, and I followed behind him, step by step. We didn’t say a word all the way, and we walked in silence. By the light of the street lamp, I looked at my dad walking in front. I hadn’t looked like him for a long time. After looking at him so carefully, some of the hair on his temples has turned white. Looking down from his white hair, his back is also hunched. Instead of the radiance of the past, he looks more tired and tired. Vicissitudes of life. My heart is filled with unknown sourness. Those arms were once the ones that carried me. They looked so broad, strong and full of security. Now, time is not forgiving. I once thought that no matter what, I would still be the same powerful hero. Can't escape the murder of time. How can you say that time will let him grow old? I have never forgotten the scene from that night to this day.

My dad, my hero! He was old, and the years passed quietly through the white hair on his temples and passed through his fingertips, never to return. I pray to God to slow down time, and slow down some more; I haven’t spoken too much to him yet, he hasn’t waited for me to get married yet; I haven’t cooked a good meal for him yet, and he hasn’t worn clothes yet. I bought him new clothes; I haven’t remembered his cheeks clearly, and he hasn’t combed or tied my hair for me...

My dad, my hero! His back is so broad and strong, and the residual warmth that rested on his back shoulder as a child seems to have never passed away. My hero, please grow old slowly. I would like to recommend half of my years to him. You, "You grow up with me, and I will grow old with you"!

Dad, the eternal hero in my heart, I love you! Back Figure Eighth Grade Composition 6

In my impression, there is always a back figure standing like a solid wall, always bringing me safety and warmth.

The city in winter is shrouded in fog and drizzle. The biting cold wind carries the drizzle, gently lapping the earth, flicking the bare branches, and knocking on the umbrellas of pedestrians on the road. , the sun was obscured by clouds and fog, revealing a bit of white light that illuminated the ground, and was also scattered on her back...

On the way to school, I stared at her back, suffering from the cold wind The wind blew and the rain beat, and her soft short hair kept brushing the tip of my nose. Even though she was wearing thick clothes, I could still feel her coldness. Her feet were shivering on the pedals, and bursts of breath came from her mouth. She turned her head and put me down, turned and left. go. I looked at her back, my nose couldn't help but feel sour, and there were countless words lingering on my lips that I couldn't say...

Her back disappeared in the cold wind, but appeared in this quiet night...

Under the lights on both sides of the road, there is always a silhouette standing there with large and small bags in his hands. Under the illumination of the street lights, it is so eye-catching. Her back led me and guided me. Under the cover of the night, even though her back was so small, it was still so eye-catching in my eyes, helping me to explore the way home in the dark...

At night, her back caught my attention again and again; in my dreams, it made me feel warm...

On the dark road, my eyes were dim, and my hands could not move. He kept groping in the air, looking for something. Suddenly, a back figure holding a lamp appeared in front of my eyes. How familiar and warm this back figure was! I hugged her and followed her, little by little towards the light. That back figure emits a faint light, illuminating the darkness in front of me and dispelling the uneasiness in my heart...

My mother’s back figure, whether in the cold wind, at night or in dreams, always pays for me. Light up all the darkness for me... Back View Eighth Grade Composition 7

I don’t know when, looking at the sky in the west, a thin layer of dim yellow gauze was covered, and the sun covered up The charming smiling face slowly disappeared between the mountains and the sea of ??clouds, leaning sideways bit by bit, as if an invisible strong hand was pulling it down. "Dad, the sun has come home, let's go home too." "Okay."

The sky is getting dark. On this short two-kilometer road, people are coming and going, and everything is busy. The sound of people hurrying home for the day. Whenever this happens, my father will always pick me up, put me on his shoulders, and then run forward quickly: "Superman is flying."

In my opinion at that time, the time spent in kindergarten every day was the same as the time spent in kindergarten. Dad is happiest when we are together.

Gradually, my father’s position improved and he became the general manager.

Gradually, I grew up and became taller. At this time, he was not much shorter than his father, but he still liked to be with his father. Sometimes you could see the faint white hair on his head, hidden among the black hair, as if it was growing. I didn't understand why my father had gray hair. My father said unintentionally: "I am old, you are already this old."

I paused, is my father really old?

When I was in the fourth or fifth grade, I gradually developed a estrangement from my father. I always felt that my father didn’t understand anything, I didn’t want to talk to him, and I didn’t have the same language with him. The estrangement from his father only grew.

However, during a heavy rain and cold wind, the barrier between me and my father disappeared inexplicably. It was a stormy day. There were only a few people on the street, and no one would go out at this time. But while I was studying, I saw my father running in the rain as he brought me a warm coat and food, but he himself only wore a thin coat. The picture of the black coat blurred my eyes... When I raised my head again, I looked at the back of my father leaving. He was again facing the violent storm, and my vision was blurred again.

The moon gradually disappeared into the horizon, and the sun rose into the sky again. I grew up day by day, but my father was slowly getting older. That short two kilometers of road is my best memory.