Eight-grade happiness composition 800 words

In study, work or life, everyone must have been exposed to composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are five 800-word happy compositions I compiled in the eighth grade. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

Happy eighth grade composition 800 words 1 happy, very warm words. Whenever I think of these two words, the deep lake in my heart is like a drop of water, rippling in circles. Taste happiness, so sweet and warm. ...

You are 33 years old, I am 6 years old, and we are 27 years apart.

That year, AD 20xx.

You took my hand, crossed the streets, crossed the candy houses with orange signs, and came to rows of big yards with neat buildings. In this way, I successfully completed my primary school registration.

On the first day of school, just as I stepped into the school gate, you stopped me, tidied up my broken hair, pinned it with a hairpin, tidied up my schoolbag belt and said to me, "Listen to the teacher!" "The corners of the mouth rise, what a beautiful radian!

Oh! Mom, the happiness you love has been buried in my heart ever since. It always moistens me and makes me no longer lonely.

You are 36 years old, I am 9 years old, and we are 27 years apart.

That year, AD 20xx.

165438+ In October, the winter wind roared and it was so cold. I look at you with a 68-point test paper. That was the first time I was beaten. I slammed the door and you glared. I locked myself in my room. I thought you would care about me after my anger subsided, but you didn't. I was really sad for a while.

When I came home from school the next day, I saw a piece of my favorite papaya cake on the table. There came your cold voice: "Wash your hands before eating!" " "

Oh! Mom, your love is always there, and so is my happiness.

You are 38 years old, I 1 1 years old, and we are 27 years apart.

That year, AD 20xx.

165438+ October, the same weather, the same time, I came home, still heartless and happy, you said to me: "You are in junior high school, don't be crazy every day, girls, study steadily."

I looked up and suddenly found the white hair on your sideburns. My heart ached and I vowed to get rid of this problem. However, maybe I was born a lively person. After school at noon that day, you saw my frosted eggplant-like appearance and said with distress, "Forget it, be yourself, you are happy."

Oh! Mom, thank you. Years have brought you sorrow, but I will never forget the love and happiness you gave me!

You are 40 years old, I 13 years old, and we are 27 years apart.

Year 20xx.

You looked at your daughter who is now 1.72 meters and smiled. The smile lines in the corner of your eyes and your jewel-like eyes are always the most beautiful in my eyes. You look at the girl who is no longer happy because of her study task. You didn't tie her hair and tidy up her schoolbag, but you stayed with her silently until late at night, until the moment she finished her homework.

My mother gives me happiness, just like the age difference between us. No matter how time changes, it will not change. Perhaps the age between us will bring us a generation gap, but I believe that our 13 years of happiness will fill it up and turn it into a rainbow, hanging in the air and blooming brilliantly.

Thirteen years is a long time, but my mother poured love into my heart selflessly and continuously, and these loves rolled back and forth in my blood and turned into happiness and sweetness.

The autumn wind is blowing, and I can't help but feel a little cold. The pale yellow of the branches was finally erased by this wind, leaving only the lonely branches to recall the wonderful music of nature in the cold winter, warm spring and hot summer. ...

In winter, approaching the small pavilion covered with snowflakes in the park seems to be walking into a fairyland wrapped in tulle. My eyes followed a lightly trodden snowy road, and I saw a hidden notice. It was a little red in white, which made my eyes show a warm color. Get up, tread lightly on the unbroken snow, and print a series of carefully trodden footprints behind me. I don't want to destroy the "red plum picture in the snow" given by nature, but my heart has already been rippled by the dark red plum, and the music in my heart has reached its climax as it slowly approaches its footsteps. ...

In early spring, I strolled along the newly awakened river and looked at Yang Liuzhi who had just spit green. Walking on the bridge and looking at the flowing river, it was the tears of relief from Mother Earth that moistened her smile. A wisp of spring breeze brushed my face, warm and comfortable, naughtily slipped away from my fingertips, leaving only a hint of spring, and a touch of freshness on my nose refused to leave. Walking into the quiet path in the grass, I recalled the fun of playing hide-and-seek when I was a child. The wind blows the willow branches, and each twig slaps and plays with each other, making a crisp sound. The grass pushed forward and then squeezed, and when it came, it covered the road. A touch of new green in the spring breeze is quietly engraved on my heart. ...

The new green in the wind ripples in my heart, giving me the melody of happiness and hope.

In midsummer, the scorching sun is like fire, and the intense sunshine releases all the heat unreservedly in this blooming season, which burns the skin of Mother Earth. Walking in the yard, I gradually feel the heat of the sun. Looking up, a tall buttonwood tree is selflessly stretching out its arm, sprinkling a shade for the earth, sprinkling a shade in the heat for people, blowing buttonwood leaves and playing a selfless movement for everything. ...

Late autumn is the season when everything withers. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. Yellow autumn leaves, which have no songs, fall with a sigh, leaving only lonely branches, giving people a sad feeling. However, even in this sadness, there is the voice of the farmer's uncle's joy. The bumper harvest of crops is undoubtedly a touch of gold in sadness, giving people sustenance and hope, and playing the music of hope and warmth in my heart. ...

Looking back at the lonely tree in the autumn wind, it is not lonely, but it has beautiful and happy memories of the four seasons of nature. Red plum in winter is my firm confidence in the whiteness of winter, willow in warm spring is my abundant vitality in spring, sycamore in midsummer is my selfless dedication in summer heat, and pine and cypress in late autumn is my optimistic attitude in autumn sadness.

I, traveling in the four seasons, collect, feel and taste the smallest happiness. ...

Eight-grade happiness composition 800 words 3 Grandma is in the kitchen.

When I got home, I sniffed the slight astringency in the air, but there was a lingering fresh lotus flavor. I know what grandma is doing. My favorite glutinous rice lotus root. This dish is grandma's specialty and my favorite. The scientific name of this dish seems to be honey lotus root, but I prefer to call it glutinous rice lotus root. Not only because it contains sticky glutinous rice, but also because every time I eat this kind of lotus root, I can always feel my grandmother's kind love, like the fragrance of lotus root, staring at me for a long time. At this moment, you can feel something as sweet and greasy as glutinous rice in your heart expanding and overflowing your heart. ...

I crept to the kitchen door. My grandmother is busy cooking lotus roots, but she doesn't seem to notice my arrival. I watched my grandmother put some lotus roots in the pressure cooker, added the water without lotus roots, and then added sugar. Those small, square sugar sands more or less fell into the pot with the spoon in my grandmother's hand. When I close my eyes, I can almost imagine that these sugar grains are mixed with the sweetness of lotus root. "Straight-"fire. Boil the water with a big fire first. "Psst-"Turn the heat down and cook for two hours. -I silently read in my mind that my grandmother made this lotus root for me countless times, and I have been able to recite the steps word for word from beginning to end. At this time, grandma had a rest and pounded her waist to prepare honey juice. She put another bite of wok on the stove, followed by water, sugar, honey and osmanthus, and then began to look for starch. Starch is put in the cupboard near the ceiling, and grandma who is short 1.6 meters can only reach it on tiptoe. Seeing her so embarrassed, I quickly stepped forward and stood on tiptoe to take the starch. "Sisi is back!" Grandma was a little surprised, but when she saw me turn around, she couldn't help bending her mouth. "Are you hungry when you come back?" Want to eat lotus root, have to wait a little longer! There is a cake outside, go and eat one! "I handed the paste to grandma and saw the glistening sweat between her temples. My heart ached, but I nodded and walked out of the kitchen. Yes, I almost forgot. Every time I cook lotus roots, my grandmother is busy for at least two hours, but just because I want to eat, my grandmother always cooks them for me, never complaining, never complaining. How hard she worked, she didn't even confide a word to me. I sobbed and looked back-grandma was still busy, and occasionally a few drops of sweat seemed to slip from her side cheek ... My heart swelled up and I felt that my heart was full of unknown feelings.

Finally, after two long hours, grandma put the freshly cooked glutinous rice lotus root on the table, took off her apron and immediately called me to eat lotus root. I sat at the table and picked up chopsticks. Carefully pick up a piece and put it in your mouth. The atrium is filled again. "how about it? Is it delicious? " Surrounded by nervous grandmother's concerned face. "delicious." I nodded and said simply. Grandma's smile immediately bloomed, and her eyes were full of joy and ... happiness? Yes! Is happiness. I suddenly understood what I had in my heart every time. Looking at the steaming glutinous rice lotus root and grandma's kind smiling face, in my heart, happiness arises spontaneously. ...

In the face of patients struggling on the operating table, that persistence is their belief in living, yes, hope will arise; In the face of the memories flashing in my mind, the moment of beauty is frozen, yes, satisfaction will arise; Facing Helen Keller's tenacity, even though God gave her a cruel life and a road full of difficulties and obstacles, she still created a wonderful life with a smile. Yes, admiration will appear ... I, an ordinary girl, have something extraordinary, because I have a unique happiness-

Happiness is an umbrella in the rain.

After school, it's windy and rainy outside. From a close look, glistening is full of water, which has become a flowing river, and countless splashes are scrambling to open on the lake. From a distance, the front of the school gate is crowded with anxious parents, all of whom are holding umbrellas, and the colorful scenery constitutes a beautiful landscape. I looked around, looking for it, as if there was no target search. I am very lost, as if I have lost something in my heart. Helpless, I had to shuttle through the crowd with my schoolbag. At this time, I saw a back, a familiar back, that is my mother. My mother gave me an umbrella. My mother ran away with an umbrella. When she saw me, she rushed in front of me to shelter me from the rain, and her hands were a little heavy. When I was overjoyed, I was shocked: I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain. In order to give me an umbrella, my mother got wet herself, holding the umbrella she gave me, which was very warm. "The bag is very heavy. You take the umbrella and I'll carry it. " Mother gasped. The warm current seems to be breaking out, and my mother took my schoolbag down. I don't know what it is. I am silent: This is love, this is maternal love? Yes, this is maternal love! It's raining harder and harder, and soon it's like a downpour. Look at the rain in the sky, like a waterfall! A gust of wind blows, and the rain as dense as a waterfall is blown like smoke, fog and dust ... but the maternal love under the umbrella is so warm, like the sun, like the earth, as long as the rain moistens the earth. At this time, a faint sense of happiness arises spontaneously.

Happiness is the shuttle bus in memory.

Grandpa is my first teacher and the most important person in my life. Grandpa dotes on me very much Even if I want stars every day, I will rack my brains to coax me. In grandpa's eyes, I am a granddaughter who will never grow up. The back of my grandfather, who used to ride a tricycle when I was a child, is engraved in my mind. It is necessary for my grandfather to commute to school and home by bike every day, 8 times a day, 80 kilometers a day! After school, I always run to a fixed position because I know grandpa is waiting for me there. Grandpa always takes me on time every time, and now he is asleep. Every time I think of my grandfather, I always recall the scene of taking me by bike. So the happiness of the stock came into being.

What is happiness? Happiness is a lonely cold plum, smelling a little fragrance in the messy west wind; Happiness is the spice of life. Only by opening your heart and savoring carefully can you know the meaning of happiness.

Actually, happiness is not far away!

The Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly round from the moon, which symbolizes the reunion of the full moon. Just after the Mid-Autumn Festival, every household is immersed in the joyful atmosphere of large and small reunion, but I have the sentimental feeling of "missing my loved ones twice on holidays".

Time flies. In a blink of an eye, my dearest grandmother left us and became an angel in another distant and strange country. It's been three years, but my thoughts and memories of her are growing day by day. Grandma's kind face, gentle and considerate eyes, gentle comfort and warm and enthusiastic hug … and so on. Her words and deeds and every move are deeply engraved in my heart. On the Mid-Autumn Festival moonlit night, looking up at the sky, the twinkling stars with the bright moon lit up the cloudless sky in Wan Li, making the night less dark and lonely. Facing the bright moon and the stars, I hope they can convey my deep love and miss to my grandmother in heaven and tell her that I will always love her, miss her and miss her. On this meaningful day, I prayed silently in my heart and made a wish to talk to my grandmother again in my next life.

Although God called grandma and gave her another guardian angel, he wished our whole family peace and health. However, my grandfather, grandmother and grandfather are still healthy and healthy as before, but it is the most gratifying and grateful thing. Even if I live in Beijing and Tianjin respectively, as long as it is a holiday or a winter and summer vacation, my busy father will overcome all difficulties and arrange a holiday to take my mother and me back to Beijing to see my grandparents. Every time I set foot in Beijing, I was greeted by my grandfather's "Maitreya" smile and loud greetings. My amiable grandmother always gives me a big hug with open arms. The grandparents of the culinary masters will show their superb cooking skills and unique skills, and serve plates of delicious food. Looking at a table full of mouth-watering delicious food, I'm already hungry, and I can't wait to lift my chopsticks and eat it. We had a sumptuous meal with our grandparents, talking and laughing, and enjoyed our family. In this way, the family had a wonderful and happy reunion time. On weekends, my parents will take me to Tianjin to visit my lonely grandfather, and have dinner, tea and chat with him. I sincerely hope grandpa can get out of the pain of losing his grandmother as soon as possible and restore a cheerful smile.

It is often said that "having an old man at home is like a treasure", but I am very lucky to have three treasures around me at one time. The three old people have always taken care of me and loved me very much. Thank you, grandpa, grandma, grandpa, for giving me so much love and care at once. Happy, I must know how to cherish my blessings, be full of gratitude, be more clever and obedient, study hard, be a good student with excellent academic performance, be a good boy who is sensible and filial, and make my grandparents proud. Dear grandma, I hope you can also bless your grandparents in the spirit of heaven, be safe, healthy and live a long life. Grandpa, grandma, grandpa, grandma, I really love you very much!