Full marks for the 800-word model essay (5 articles) in the first day of junior high school.

1. 800 words for the first grade composition.

Another rainy night. I stopped in front of the bookshelf and leafed through those books with faint ink fragrance. Suddenly, I was refreshed and eager to taste delicious words. ...

"Pigeons that are shut off are my fair lady and gentlemen are good in Hezhou ..." Reading the pigeons that are shut off in The Book of Songs, I seem to have come to the beautiful Jiangnan water town more than 2,000 years ago and witnessed the whole process of their pursuit of love. My heart is beating wildly with the hero's emotions. I think so. After reading "The past is gone, but now I think of it, it's raining again", the bleak recruitment of soldiers who returned from the rain and snow suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and a deep sympathy suddenly arose.

Read grandma Bing Xin's poetry collection "Stars? Spring water, the true praise of "maternal love", "innocence" and "nature" in the poem, inadvertently brought me into an "ideal life" and made me understand the sacredness of maternal love.

Thanksgiving poem, you are a ray of sunshine, you make me beautiful and give me beautiful enjoyment.

Once upon a time, I was inspired by the wisdom, courage, patriotism and optimism of candles in Zuo Zhuan, and quietly regarded candles as my spiritual pursuit; Once upon a time, when I was reading Historical Records, I seemed to be talking to my patient Sima Qian, who pulled me back from the abyss. Among them, Taishi Gongxu is the most shocking and tearful one. I have never forgotten that in Zuo Zhuan and Five Thousand Years of China, Zou Ji satirized the meaning of remonstrating, qi Wang and lobbyists changing into kings. Xiao He chased Han Xin under the moon, and the sages accepted talents in an eclectic manner; Yan Zi establishes Chu, and the wise man is clever in resisting humiliation; Qu Yuan sank into the river, but the loyal scholar did not encounter empty tears. ...

Thanksgiving history books, you are a ray of sunshine, you make me wise and make me progress!

In my prose, I can feel the majestic momentum of "dark blare leads to landslides and arrogance leads to color change" in Wang's On Military Prose. Ouyang Xiu's wonderful artistic conception of "the meaning of drunkenness is not in wine, but also between mountains and rivers" in "The Story of Drunken Pavilion"; Han Yu's inculcation that "the industry is good at diligence and not good at drama" in Xue Ji Jie; Can you also understand the high-spirited spirit and brilliant wisdom in Roland's prose, Bing Xin's prose "Stars"? The spring water is gentle and elegant, and Lao She's prose is humorous. ...

Grateful prose, you are a ray of sunshine, you make me warm and pure!

The rain stopped outside the window, and the wind stopped. A ray of sunshine gently spilled into the room, covering my heart and illuminating my growth path. ...

2. A perfect composition of 800 words in grade one.

The math exam is coming. I studied hard at home for this exam. I conquered one math problem after another, and finally my head went on strike and my eyes couldn't open. Slowly, I fell asleep. ...

"Whoa, whoa, sand-sand."

Unconsciously, I woke up in a strange place, still wearing strange clothes. Suddenly, a UFO flew over and said to me, "Hello, our task today is to seize the mathematical crystal." "Mathematical crystal? What is it? " I asked, puzzled. "Mathematical crystal is the source of mathematics. Without mathematical crystals, mathematics will disappear from this world. " The UFO replied, "Now the crystal is in La Salle Castle." "La Salle?" I looked around and really saw a castle. "I'll take you in. Remember, you must find it as soon as possible." As soon as I spoke, I was sucked away by a beam of light.

Blink of an eye, I came to the interior of the castle, magnificent, soft carpets, sparkling walls, fragrant flowers, as if I were in heaven. I was so attracted by the beautiful scenery that I almost forgot my task. After a while, I found the secret room where the mathematical crystal was hidden.

To get the crystal, you need to go through four levels, and each level is a math problem. I thought to myself, "I've been reviewing math every day recently, and there's just a place to use it." Certainly no problem. " Therefore, I meet the challenge with confidence. The first level is to observe objects, which is my specialty and easy to pass. The second level is the knowledge about triangles. I filled in and filled in, rubbed and rubbed, and finally got the correct answer. I came to the third level excitedly. The third level is a bit difficult, but it is simple to calculate. I tried my best and worked hard for a long time before I came up with the answer and barely passed.

At the fourth level, I was a little worried when I saw that it was an application problem. Application problem is my key, like a gun, now lying at the muzzle. However, I didn't give up, calculated carefully, tried to recall the review questions, and worked hard to solve the puzzle. I finally got the math crystal, and with a beam of light, I disappeared again.

I was awakened. This is just a dream. Because of this dream, I found mathematics so interesting. Doing math problems is like taking risks. The journey is full of endless fun. I will continue to explore in the castle of mathematics and find more treasures.

3. A perfect composition of 800 words in Grade One.

In the busy study, I only sweat every day and have no time to think about anything else. Only in the dead of night, under the irradiation of the moon and the wind at night, when I look up at the twinkling stars, I will still think of the past.

It happened to be May Day, and my parents decided to take me to the countryside to visit my grandmother. On a cold night, the shops on the street have already closed, and the bustling town is quiet. The car horn sounded suddenly in the street. Some people may, like my family, embark on a journey home with nostalgia for their hometown, and some people may also fly their yearning for themselves and take their families to travel far away.

In the distant hometown, the wooden door at home has already been opened, and the elderly grandmother is leaning against the door, waiting for us to return. Maybe the moon is too round and the air is too clear. Grandma's yellow light bulb is trying to make its own light illuminate the whole house and yard. In the silent village, the roar of cars is getting louder and louder, getting closer and closer, and stopping in front of the house. As soon as the car door opened, I rushed down from the car first, just like a bird that broke free from the cage, eager to fly to the blue sky and smiling grandmother, and quickly put away the small bench and led us into the house.

The table in the room was full of food, and my mother complained, "Mom, we can't finish all these!" " "Grandma smiled and said," eat slowly! Eat slowly! Going home, isn't that better than eating out? "

I sat on the bench, and the bowls in front of me quickly piled up into a hill. "Come, _ _, this is your favorite prawn, this is fish, …" Grandma's chopsticks flashed in front of me.

It's almost time for dinner. My father and my uncle are playing chess in the yard, and my grandmother and my mother are washing dishes. I sat on grandma's small bench, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the wheat ears in the field, and listening to the dog barking next door. I looked up at the sky and thought about the scene where my mother scared the last one on the plate to my grandmother, who gave it to me again. I feel that I am soaked by the warmth of my family. The stars are so beautiful that I have no interest in watching them. I don't know when to go back to my hometown next time. Can grandma cook such delicious food? Will the weather be so good again? Many problems surround my mind, but in the end they are all blown away by the wind like fine sand. ...

The wind blew into the window again, so cold that I quickly wrapped the quilt. Grandma, I can't come to see you this May Day. I will definitely come to see you with your favorite ice cream next holiday.

4. A perfect composition of 800 words in grade one.

I always like to hear my father tell me the day when I was born again and again, but I just can't get tired of it.

Ten years ago, it was raining, and my father, grandparents accompanied my mother to the hospital. I didn't wait to get out of my mother's stomach sooner or later.

Dad said that all the adults waiting for the baby to be born were gathered at the door of the delivery room that day. When the baby is born, the doctor will come out to inform the family. At this time, dad said that he could guess whether the baby born in that family was a boy or a girl without going near. "How is that possible?" I asked. Well, it must be a boy doll surrounded by grandparents in high spirits. Also, also, flying around with a mobile phone to inform the birth of a child is also a baby boy. If, squatting in the corner, silently texting, it is a natural girl! Dad summed it up seriously.

"Well, when I came out?" I continued to ask with a straight face. Dad said that when I was pushed out, the first thing I said to me was my grandmother who hurried up. My grandmother praised me as a beautiful little girl at first sight.

That day, my mother just gave birth to me hard, and I couldn't move when I was lying down. In addition to accompanying my father, I also invited a nurse aunt in the hospital. Before grandma went back to rest at night, she took the nurse's aunt's hand and gave her 50 yuan more. He also said to her: "I have a little granddaughter who has been upgraded to be a grandmother. Let's be happy together! " It is said that my father heard the nurse aunt tell other colleagues that she had never met such a happy grandmother with a granddaughter.

Later, when I grew up, I felt that my grandmother really loved me. Every time I come home from school, I always see my grandmother washing vegetables and cooking, and keeping the room in good order. Grandma's hands are very smart and spiritual, and the things she makes are lifelike. Grandma can not only make toys for kittens, clothes for villains, but also make pajamas for me ... There is nothing in my heart that Grandma can't make. I remember once I was going to stay with my grandmother for a few days. At that time, I took a fancy to a little doll, and my mother refused to buy it for me. Grandma seems to have read my mind. She walked into the study without saying a word and took out a needle and thread to do it. After a while, this doll made of old clothes came out. Although this doll is not as exquisite as that sold outside, in my heart, this doll is the most beautiful.

Grandma spoiled me like this and turned me into a girl who can eat, sleep and be happy every day. So, I finally came to a conclusion: my grandmother "values girls over boys", well, it must be like this. ...

5. A perfect composition of 800 words in Grade One.

My grandmother is an amiable person. She is nearly seventy years old and in poor health. Although we live on the fifth floor, grandma is busy every day. In the corridor, grandma greets people as soon as she sees them, talking and laughing, and everyone thinks grandma is so close.

The lighting in the corridor of our building is charged by the electricity meter of 80 1 household, and each household is required to pay 40 yuan electricity fee every year, and then pay it to 80 1 household after it is collected. Everyone is afraid of trouble and doesn't want to undertake the task of charging. Grandma knew it and took the initiative to say to everyone, "I'll handle this."

It is almost necessary to charge again this year. From Monday, as soon as Grandma saw the residents in the building, she told them to charge on Thursday night, so that everyone could get the money ready first. However, on Wednesday night, the old problem of grandma's foot came back. Her feet are so swollen that she walks with a limp. I said to my grandmother with concern, "grandma, your feet are so swollen that it is difficult to walk." There is no charge for tomorrow night. Go another day. " Grandma shook her head and repeatedly said, "No! No way! I have informed everyone that I must go tomorrow night. I can't break my word! "

On Thursday night, although her feet were still swollen badly, grandma started the task of charging as promised. Grandma walked slowly from the fifth floor to the first floor with a plastic bag, knocking on the door and ringing the doorbell one by one, collecting the fees meticulously. In this way, grandma collected one by one, layer by layer. After about an hour, grandma finally collected all the electricity bills. As soon as grandma came home with her bag, I saw her sweating profusely. I quickly picked up the towel and handed it to my grandmother, saying, "Grandma, you are so tired. Wipe your sweat and have a rest. " "Nothing, nothing," grandma shook her hand and said, "I want to count the money again right away. If there is no mistake, I will send it to 80 1 household quickly. " Say that finish, grandma carefully counted up, after confirmed, forgot to rest, immediately went to the eighth floor and handed the money to 80 1 household. At home, grandma showed a satisfied smile.

My grandmother is such a warm-hearted and trustworthy person!