My composition by 8th grade.

In daily study, work or life, we often see the figure of composition. Writing a composition is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are six 8th grade compositions that I compiled for you. Welcome to read the collection.

My 8th grade essay 1 It rains slowly and pedestrians walk slowly. Some people hate rain because they think it makes them inconvenient, but I think rain is the most beautiful natural phenomenon in the world. It rains silently every time, which brings coolness to people. I prefer the rain in four seasons. They are changeable and different! Rain, like tens of millions of slender fingers and tens of millions of Qian Qian strings, has walked out of the ever-changing beautiful movement, which is amazing!

Rain, it entered the kaleidoscope of Spring Girl and this wonderful world. It landed on the grass, and the grass bent down with a smile, as if to say, "Hello, welcome to this world." The rain continues to "walk", and it will never forget to sprinkle a unique drizzle on the earth, like a beautiful and naughty note. It plays wonderful music on the earth, which makes people intoxicated and makes me like it. The continuous spring rain continues. It is like cow hair, like a needle, and it is woven very tightly. It touches the earth as if it were a kind mother. This also makes me like this lovely rain more. It's like a lively child.

Summer rain is like a child's face. It changes as it says, just like the face-changing king. The sun was shining just now, and the sky was overcast in a blink of an eye. In an instant, raindrops as big as beans fell on people's heads, shoulders and arms, and they felt pain all over. Then it rained harder and harder, and the ground kept ringing. I also like the rain this summer. As the saying goes, "a gust of autumn wind sends cool."

Autumn rain never shows its face. It just sits in the soft clouds, enjoying the wonderful harvest and looking at the golden wheat fields on the earth. Sometimes when it sees the dry air, it jumps out of the clouds and shakes its sleeves for a while, giving people a "timely rain". At this time, the autumn wind blows gently, and the autumn rain is so cool! I also like this autumn rain.

In fact, the rain in winter is snowflakes, which slowly spin down, like a girl who dances ballet, hitting people in the face, and it hurts very much, but no matter how much it hurts, I still like its beauty, because generally speaking, beautiful things have to pay a price!

I like rain, I prefer the rain in four seasons and unusual rain, because it can bring me a smile and cool, and it can also teach me something to pay!

As a quality, the excellence in 8th grade's composition 2 can't be separated from the objective adverse environment, but truly excellent people know that their fate is only in their own hands. Mediocre people always attribute the success of others to good environment, good conditions, good popularity and good luck, and all their failures to external reasons. Excellent people know in their hearts that success is inseparable from objective reasons, but they never rely too much on objective conditions. They know that the environment creates people, and people also create the environment. When they succeed, they often face the society with gratitude and all those who have helped them, and attribute the road to success to objective conditions. When they fail, they often blame themselves for not working hard enough. Excellent people always say that they can't do it and think they are ignorant; Mediocre people always take every opportunity to express their feelings. Whitewash yourself. In the eyes of truly excellent people, there is nothing more stupid in the world.

Excellence is a kind of yeast. If used in life, it will have a strange effect. To paraphrase the poet or: Excellence is the passport of the excellent, while mediocrity is the epitaph of the mediocre.

Do you have any feelings after reading these? I don't know if you have it, but I do, and there are many more. I thought: I am the mediocre person. I always think about how to let others know that I am excellent. In the face of failure, I will only say "mistake, mistake, pure mistake." But is this really such a simple mistake? At school, I may seem to work hard, but when do I turn over the books at home? Go to school-go home-go to school with a bag on your back every day. However, I have never turned over the books in my schoolbag. Others may think that I am a good student, so I consciously ... often "return home with a full load" on weekends, but go back to school intact on Sunday nights. It's really a pity ... I often say to myself: Come on, don't play computer next week, review for 5 hours every day! This is the plan every time, and I finally sit next to the computer. ...

Sometimes, I hate myself. I am always so arrogant, but I never repent ... in front of people, I seem to be polite, but behind my back, I can say any dirty words ... I miss a mediocre person, but I am so arrogant that I can't even talk about myself ... Once upon a time, I walked into the junior high school campus with confidence, but now I am so miserable that I really need to review it ... that is, let Excellence be my passport. Or let mediocrity be my epitaph? I am wandering. I am a little afraid that even if I work hard, I will lose to others and let my sweat go down the drain. But should I always use "no effort" to cover up my failure? Maybe I am really so incompetent; Perhaps, the former "mathematical genius" has really become a mediocre person, and even has long been buried. ....

My 8th grade Composition 3 We also love our mother, but it is different from her love for us. Our love is a stream, and her love is an ocean.

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When I was a flower, I was hidden in your heart. You patted me when I was still in your belly. With the melodious Scarborough Fair, you talked about the daughter and Thumbelina of the sea in Arabian Nights.

Your heartbeat, jumping into a string of love language, you spread your whole body and let me sprout. Finally, a doll fell to the ground. That is me. I cried with a wow. Baby, don't cry, let me be the person who loves you the most in the world.

On the eve of primary school, at noon in summer vacation, you peeled corn with me. Restless, I always look at the vegetable fields outside the window. When swallows chirped over the roof, my eyes took off the corn cob and flew over jujube trees and birch forests. You gently stroked my forehead with soft fingers, making me peel corn seriously and attentively, just like doing a math problem.

At the end of the first grade, I got the notice. When the sunset enters the classroom obliquely through the second screen window, the final bell is produced. I know you are at home, waiting for me wholeheartedly. Anxiously pushed the door and came in to report: I was admitted to the top 50 of the whole school!

At that moment, your chopping hand stopped moving, as if it were frozen stiff. I snorted and smiled, saying that you are vulgar and have never seen the world. But you still look at me with big eyes like a child. are you sure you meant it？ Really! You jump out of the kitchen, untie your apron and say let's eat out!

Who are you?

Isn't it my dear mother? You have been with me for countless seasons, but you don't want to repay me. When the beautiful scenery is full of flowers and moss, when I really grow up and know love, I'm afraid the trees will be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the children will want to keep them.

The dew on the precarious grass is round and bright, which is the light given by the sun. The days in April are half bright and half dark, and this is where the spring breeze passes. Mom, for thirteen years, you grew up with me. You are my sun, let me shine; You are my spring breeze, which makes me brilliant!

Mother, may the time be young and the years be quiet. You grew up with me, and I made you happy!

Twenty years later, I am a knowledgeable and experienced middle-aged man.

Now I have two oil companies and a world-famous hotel with 55 branches all over the world. I have discussed with Lao Wang and important members of the company to set up two oil branches in the United States and Japan, and I want to make my business all over the world. Use the money earned to help China develop. I have also established more than a dozen hope primary schools in some relatively poor places, all of which are named after me. I also buy a lot of learning tools for some poor students to study hard every June 1.

China is developing rapidly now. There is no one in the shop. If you want to buy something, just take it in the store and swipe your card in the credit card machine at the door. In the streets of China, there are no thieves, swindlers and robbers, and people live and work in peace and contentment.

Once, in order to thank my contribution to the country, the country invited me to spend my holiday on Mercury in an XC3 rocket at the speed of light 10 days. Now the population of the earth far exceeds the carrying capacity of the earth, so people move to live on living stars, mercury, the moon and so on. Because of human transformation, it has become as suitable for human survival as the earth, and now high-rise buildings, virgin forests and small animals can be seen everywhere on the moon. Mars is more developed, where everything is high-tech, such as intelligent robots, intelligent stealth cars, automatic moving and so on. People who have lived in one place for a long time and feel bored can move to other places, but it also needs some oil. I also saw aliens on Mars and made friends with them. I traded a catty of oil for their oil detector, and they also said that as long as I paid 30 tons of oil every year, they could find out for me how people on earth lived to be 1000 years old. I immediately decided to sign a ten-year contract with them. I was so happy that I couldn't sleep on Mars that night. I didn't expect that I could make such a great contribution to the people on earth.

Ten days passed quickly, and it's time for me to return to earth. I bought several villas on Mars when I left, so that I can live on Mars in the future. When I was about to board the spaceship, the aliens came to their spaceship and said that they wanted me to go back to Earth in their flying saucer. Their spaceship was really fast, and I arrived on the earth soon. People held a grand welcoming ceremony.

When I told the Prime Minister about my trip to Mars, he held my hand tightly, thanked me and awarded me a gold medal. I'm so happy.

I bid farewell to the Prime Minister. When I got home, I immediately took out the oil detector my alien friend gave me and waved it on the map of the world. Soon, a line appeared on the display screen of the detector: 30 kilometers to the left of the source of the Yellow River in China, 8 kilometers underground, and oil 10030 tons, the eighth largest oil field in the world. I immediately bought a place 20 kilometers away from Fiona Fang, dispatched a world-class oil-digging team and bought oil-digging tools worth 3 million yuan. Only one day after digging, I found oil. I didn't forget my promise to my alien friends, so I immediately contacted them to ask for 30 tons of oil. They told me the secret of living to 65,438+0,000 years old. The next day, I sent this secret recipe to the leaders of various countries, and they sent me their feelings one by one. On the third day, the whole world knew the secret recipe, and I became the first person in the world's personal contribution list.

Now my name is very famous on the earth, and many people come to me to study. I just told them: seize the opportunity and remember that nothing is difficult in the world, only if you put your mind to it.

My 8th grade Composition Chapter 5 Angels-Angels sent by God to protect vulnerable human beings. She danced snow-white feathers and shuttled through the streets of this big city. Occasionally in the blue sky, a piece of white feather falls with the wind, revealing a charming and sincere smile, at that moment of life.

There is an asphalt road in front of the house, which is the main road connecting neighboring towns, so there is always a lot of traffic. There is a primary school not far from the road. Every time after school, there will be many pupils wearing red scarves on the road and on the way home.

It was an ordinary afternoon, and groups of primary school students filed out of the school gate in groups of three and five, walked to the front of the road and followed the teacher, waiting for the red light to go out and the street light to come on. In the west, the fading sunset dyed half the sky in the west bright red, shining with soft light.

At one end of the road, overlooking a row of houses, a boy of seven or eight years old walked out of the school gate with a petite schoolbag on his back and came to the front of the road step by step. He looked up at the red light that didn't disappear before and walked to the other end of the road with disdain. In the distance, a taxi with a light blue body roared and honked its horn, and galloped away at this intersection, which surprised pedestrians on the roadside. Not far away, the boy was still on the road, and the bright red scarf fluttered in the afternoon breeze. However, the boy was stunned by the passing vehicles and stood motionless, waiting for the "beast" to bite and devour, and the hearts of pedestrians suddenly hung in his throat. There seems to be a sudden silence around the road, and people are praying that the children can escape this robbery.

At this moment, a young girl wearing a snow-white dress and a pair of red glasses rushed towards the boy, and blood-red high heels jingled on the road. He rushed to the child, grabbed the child and ran to the side of the road. Pedestrians on the roadside held their breath and stared at them as if their hearts had stopped beating.

The girl rushed across the road with her child in her arms, and the schoolbag on the child's shoulder was knocked off the road. The speeding taxi passed by them, and the hearts of passers-by suddenly returned to their chests. Across the street, the girl lost her footing. The glasses on her face flew out and smashed on the road, making a crisp sound, smashing, and the glass slag spilled on the road.

The girl looked down at the boy who had cried with runny nose and tears, wiped the tears from his face with both hands, held her in her arms, and let his tears and runny nose wipe on the white skirt. The child's sobs gradually died down. The girl looked at the boy and said with a smile, "Be careful when crossing the road in the future." I still can't forget that smile, as if it were as gentle as the dim moonlight and the morning mist of roses; It is as fragrant as a lover's honeyed words; Like a breeze blowing the strings; Like a fallen flower floating on the water. The girl immediately turned around and walked towards the faint Xia Hong in the west. The snow-white dress fluttered in the wind, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. And I, a passerby, after witnessing all this, suddenly woke up: all the darkness and fear in the world are not terrible, what is terrible is that there is no bright heart in front of the darkness.

Angels in this afternoon, at this intersection, show sincere smile. Then, he flapped his wings and left, leaving flying feathers in the bloody sunset.

I 8th grade's composition A thread in the hand of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

But how deep love is, nothing grows, and there is room for three spring scenery.

Every time I read this eternal quatrain, I feel extremely excited. Isn't the great mother described in the ancient poem a portrayal of my mother? Yes! My mother is neither a cadre nor a great man, let alone an outstanding figure written in people's stories; She doesn't have a beautiful face and amazing achievements, but she is an example for me to learn and a model in my heart. Because she is kind-hearted, she is worthy of the title of a good wife and mother.

I was deeply touched by the short holiday life. I saw a hard-working mother, a hard-working mother. When I think of the past, I can't be calm. At this time, some past events came to mind.

Although there is not much land in our family, we live as well as other families. We have an orchard with five acres of land and 30 boxes of bees. My mother is not only an expert in housework, but also an expert in beekeeping, if she is not modest! Believe it or not, whenever others are having lunch, my mother watches her bees in the sun.

As soon as it clears up, my mother will make honey with my father. Only my mom and dad are in charge at home, and none of us dare to go forward because bees bite. As long as you are bitten by them, it hurts like a needle, and the worst thing will make you swollen for two days. It was really painful, but my mother didn't. Once I asked my mother, "Aren't you afraid of being bitten?" Mother smiled and said, "bees don't bite me." At this time, I am really dubious. How can bees not bite their mothers? Is it because my mother is its master that she is tolerant of me? In an accidental opportunity, I found the answer, that is, unlike what my mother said, the bee is disowned by six parents, and it will launch a mud attack, but whether you are its owner or not, it will always give you a few bites. Because I saw a few bees circling around my mother with my own eyes, she had to hide in the house for a while. When the bees cooled out, some people said that your mother was not afraid of biting. It's not what you think. If a bee bites a person, it will die. Mom doesn't want it to die before hiding. Bee bites are poisonous, but this poison is good for people. Mother cured many old diseases with bee venom, such as leg diseases and dental diseases. You see, my mother raised bees, provided people with high-quality honey, and the bees cured her disease. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone? This strengthened the mother's belief in beekeeping.

Yes! Mother can't be idle on sunny days, and it is difficult to rest on rainy days. On rainy days, my mother will wash clothes and sew for our father and son. Speaking of which, I don't know if I should mention one thing, but I can't forget it. That was July 13 this year. It rained heavily for half an hour, and other people's homes were flooded (at this time, I haven't returned from studying in a different place, and the flood didn't reach my waist). My mother is afraid that I will be flooded when I come back from other places. After the rain stopped, he went to the neighboring village five kilometers away from home to meet me. She waited and waited, but I didn't come back. Others advised her: "Go home, your son will not come back." She called me in Kuyushu Village, ten kilometers away, and I didn't rest assured until I confirmed that I didn't come back. On the phone, she told me: "Don't come back on rainy days, worry on the road, and go home alone after the rain." Hearing this, I was very moved, and tears of disappointment rolled down like broken beads.

That's how my mother looks at other people's ideas. She is anxious about other people's ideas and thinks too much about others, but never thinks about herself. I want to shout to the world: "mom, I love you forever." You are the best and greatest mother in the world. "