8th grade's composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone will always come into contact with composition. The composition must focus on the theme and elaborate on the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following are nine eighth-grade compositions I collected for you. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope it will help you.

8 th grade composition 1 There was a little music from the silent hut, and the dancing shoes danced in the friction of the floor, just like dancing on the life ladder composed of black and white by the players. However, sad music seems to tell someone about her heart injury; Empty eyes are like puppets manipulated by anyone on the stage. They danced all their lives, but they always danced other people's dreams. The mirror on the wall in front of her, like a huge net, binds her colorful and vivid soul.

This kind of life should be more than 5? Every time I come to the dancing shoes and the mirror, there is always an invisible pressure that surrounds her tightly. She knows that her shoulders carry not only her future, but also her parents' expectations and dreams. This expectation of this dream is so righteous and aboveboard that she has no reason to destroy it and betray it. As a result, she was taken to the life stage built by her parents, struggling for their expectations and dancing for their dreams.

"In fact, each of us is Harry Potter, and we all know magic. We can all point out the most beautiful life for ourselves with wands. "

However, she knew that her wand had long been forgotten. In the black-and-white silhouette of memory, the carefree little girl, holding her beloved wand, said to herself: Feather Dimler Viossa, make the whole person light up, then fly to the Neverland where Peter Pan lives, and make a wish never to grow up in the sky. But God didn't let her little wish come true. She has grown up. When she was taken to the piano by her parents, her mother said to her, "Forget the wand, let's learn to dance." Mother gently took the wand from her hand and threw it on the ground. When she wanted to turn around and pick up the wand, the distance between her feet became a gap that she could never cross.

High-quality primary school, private junior high school, key high school and famous university, her parents have delineated an ideal life path for her. As everyone knows, how did she struggle on this endless "ideal" road without magic! She can't stop, she can't turn back, she can only keep climbing for an illusory "future" that she doesn't even know. What echoes in my ears are the earnest teachings of my parents and teachers: you must ... you can't ... you must. ...

After-school tutoring classes, tutors, theorems and formulas, ... everything is sealed to form a closed glass cover, which houses Harry Potter who lost his wand like her. In this greenhouse illuminated by parents' eager eyes, Harry Potter lost their last magic.

Many years later, she went back to the past. She picked up the wand that was thrown away by her mother many years ago. Say to the sky: Arlo Homola. So, the cage that imprisoned her for many years was finally reopened. They happily raised their wands and said to the sky, we are Harry Potter again at last. ...

The eighth grade composition 2 "Flying and Rising" carries the glory of the dream of falling in love with fireworks. What flows down is a thousand layers of outlines and ten thousand layers of carved scrolls. Flying flowers are falling, and every second, only its unique taste is intoxicating, until it becomes addictive and becomes eternal perfection.

Explosion, burst, every spark, every roar, fully release its unparalleled beauty. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple, just like its arbitrary style, bloom in the air-the most beautiful color. Golden flower is a ribbon washed by the wind, which falls off and dances with the wind, explaining the beauty of life for life.

Fireworks are in the sky, fireworks are in the eyes, and fireworks are in the heart. I don't know when the fireworks came to my heart, and I don't know how to survive another year of depression. A year of wind and rain, a year of first frost, was ignited in that roaring moment. Melted the ice, exhausted the snow, preserved the nourishment of new dew, and turned it into an eternal ideological realm-spring. This is the charm of fireworks, which is intoxicating and charming. People will never forget the spark under the beautiful night sky and the eternal "love between cigarettes and flowers". Until the roar is calm, all the dust is gone, what flies in the sky is flying in the eyes, but what flies in the heart is fireworks. In silence, I only know the splendor of fireworks when they bloom.

When everything is calm.

The wind is still blowing in my ears.

The smell of smoke is still pervasive.

I don't understand.

Until you meet a real fireworks love.

When I was 3 years old, I liked to do something by myself in the eighth grade. At that time, I had an electronic watch. That's my birthday present! I like it very much. When I got that watch, I was so excited that I was immersed in happiness all night, even laughing in my dreams at night. That's a Mickey Mouse electronic watch. It can not only tell the time, but also be fun.

However, something unfortunate happened. My watch doesn't work. It seems that people are sleeping and don't work. I lost my old smile on my face. At school that day, I had to ignore the electronic watch in order to have a good class. I didn't even do my homework when I came home from school. As soon as I put down my schoolbag, I took off my electronic watch and looked at it. Still exactly the same as before, motionless. I feel sorry for Xiao Biao. After reading it for a while, it suddenly occurred to me that Xiao Biao might be ill. I was sick once before. After seeing the doctor, I took some medicine Xiao Biao is sick now, so don't call a doctor, let me have a look! So I started treatment.

I'll open the small cover of the electronic watch first. I see that the electrons are complete. So what is broken? Oh, by the way, there must be something wrong with other parts. So, I tore it apart in the East and fought it in the West. I just can't figure out what's wrong with the watch. I fumbled for two hours, but I didn't do any homework. It's already dark, and I still have nothing.

Just then, my father came back and couldn't help laughing when he saw my mess. Then he said, "My little baby, you are really ... Oh, stop it. I'll take you to a place where watches are specially repaired! "

Dad soon took me to a small shop to repair my watch. The mechanic repaired my watch in less than two minutes. I happily got my watch back and went home with my father. On the way, I was thinking that I must learn more knowledge and skills in the future. Like a repairman, I don't want to repair my watch like myself. I wasted my time and got nothing.

8th grade Composition 4 Do you know why there is a touch of spring on the cliff? Do you know why a Hongqiao will be erected in the sky after the rain? Do you know why the top of the snowfield has the breath of life?

That's because with expectation, pine trees stand upright on the cliff; That's because with expectation, the rainbow flies over the blue sea and blue sky; That's because with expectation, Snow Lotus blooms in the snowy plateau.

Expectation is the most powerful driving force, the strength from the deep heart and the source of all actions. It can be said that expectation is half the battle.

After the manuscript was stolen, Tan Qian wrote the new Guo Que with great expectation. It is with expectation that Sima Qian can write historical records after being imprisoned many times. It is precisely because we expect Qin Shihuang to annex the six countries and unify China with the power of one country; It is out of this expectation that Wang Xizhi worked hard to write the world's first running script, Preface to Lanting.

There is a story that a bird planted an unknown wild flower seed in an inaccessible valley in the United States. The seed took root and sprouted, and the cuckoo next to it said, "Look at your poor face, so fragile that you can't bloom for a lifetime." You might as well save your strength and die! " But it doesn't care about the cuckoo's ridicule, and it still thrives, because it has a dream in its heart, and it must bloom the most beautiful flowers! The nearby flowers laughed at it, and one or two people who passed by occasionally only gave the cuckoo a language to appreciate. But this seed never gave up. The longer it grows, the bigger it gets. Day after day, month after month, year after year, all the other flowers died because of lack of water. Only it miraculously survived, because its roots are deep. ...

After a while, it bloomed a pale yellow flower, and it kept spreading seeds around. Finally, all the mountains and plains are full of flowers, and people come all the way to Wan Li to watch it, so this canyon has become a famous tourist attraction.

Look, everything in the world has its own expectations. A small wild flower can decorate the whole canyon just because it has its own expectations. What about us? As teenagers in the new era, what are our expectations?

Recalling the dark days before liberation, countless revolutionary predecessors spared no effort to climb the snowy mountains and grasslands because of their own expectations. With their hard work, New China was founded. Martyrs, did you see it? Your expectations of flesh and blood have come true, and China, the dragon of the East, has once again reached the top of the world.

The fish is shallow and the eagle hits the sky. Aren't they all expectations?

Liang Qichao once wrote in "On young chinese" that "the country is strong if the teenager is strong, and the country is independent if the teenager is independent." We should study hard, have expectations and serve our country.

Facing the blank future, young people in New China should write a new glorious chapter with great expectation.

Life is dull and colorful. She is like a sweet song, which often contains simple truth. Everyone needs to listen, capture and discover with heart. ...

I remember it was one morning. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my mother bending over to rummage through the things in the closet. The wardrobe is open, and all kinds of clothes occupy most of the space like princesses. But those clothes are mine, mom. They are in the minority. They are stuffed in the corner. My mother turned her head and said happily, "I'm going out of town today." Please help us to see which one is suitable? " He put on an old jacket. She lingered in front of the mirror, looking smug. I shook my head gently and had to say, "Mom, don't you think this looks like clothes from the 1980s?"? You are not old and your face is not yellow. Why are you wearing such outdated clothes? Like a person in the 1980s ... "I was still talking endlessly about" remark ",but I didn't find the deep loss in my mother's eyes and slowly walked out of the room.

I looked at my mother's back and suddenly felt a little strange. I turned over and buried my head deeply in the pillow. I asked my mother more than once, why not dress up? Mother paused and said softly, "silly child, your mother is almost forty, why are you still dressed so formally?" But I always think, does mom really think so? Until one day, I read a passage: "Every girl is born with a beautiful dress and feathers. Until she becomes a mother, she will take off that dress and put it on her children, and she will only leave a dream forever ... "I suddenly realized that my mother loves me more than her desire for beauty, although this desire has always existed.

Motherly love, sometimes as plain as a glass of water, is deeper than several oceans.

We never stopped walking, so we always miss it. -inscription

In those years, we ran so fast that we forgot to look at the scenery along the way and walk hand in hand.

In those years, because we were young, we were arrogant and unruly; Because of ignorance, we stare at another person with red cheeks; Because of youth and ignorance, I missed the most beautiful time.

In the years we missed, few teachers were willing to teach us because naughty was called the "ultimate class". We are United as brothers and sisters, invincible, fighting together, sharing weal and woe, sharing weal and woe, and sharing weal and woe. We face you and me with a smile, facing everything that has happened.

But because of an exam, that summer, we had to separate.

We stopped running together, but embarked on the road of our own choice.

As a result, memories of the past will come to mind bit by bit.

Maybe those years were wasted. I didn't study hard, didn't cherish anything and didn't care about anyone.

So heartless, so laughing.

In those years, we learned a lot, some should know, and some should not know.

We used to stick together. When tug-of-war, even if the students in front let go, the students behind still hold on tight. Pick it up again, and we still win.

We joke with each other, and we dare to joke too much, because we know very well that the other party will not be angry. Not because of good temper, but because of understanding. After all, we spent those years together.

Our figure always shines on the playground. At the sports meeting, there are many talents among us. They won awards for us.

It turns out that we have so many memories of those years. But time is gone forever, the missed years will not come again, we will not have classes in the same classroom, we will not laugh and have fun together, and we will not be as carefree as before. Now, we have grown up. Although we are separated, growth will bring our hearts closer.

I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't be so rebellious, but I'm really afraid that one day you will leave me. -inscription

I'm afraid I don't have time to give you a hug or tell you myself, "I love you."

Warm sun, breeze.

There is a lecture at school today. At first, the atmosphere was warm and relaxed, but ...

This is a hypnotherapy. I close my eyes. I don't know why the world suddenly became unusually silent. It seems that I am the only one left, with no sound, no color and no two people I know best in my life.

There is only endless darkness and silence.

With the voice of the professor, I embarked on a road, with memories on the left and love on the right. I went back to my childhood, the most innocent time. There are my happiness, my sadness and my tears. I was born there, studied there and grew up there. There, those two people accompanied me, guarded me and warmed me from there.

In the distance, they seem to be coming towards me step by step, or the familiar face, eyes or figure. It's just that some things change quietly without knowing it. After all, the years are ruthless, and he has never been merciless or retained.

In silence, wrinkles climbed up my mother's forehead, white hair appeared in my hair, and my palms were no longer gentle. In silence, dad's cocoon seems to be thicker, his back seems to be less straight than before, and his shoulders seem unable to bear that heavy responsibility.

And I, unconsciously, I seem to be as tall as my mother, I seem to be an adult, and I seem to be different from before. Yes, I am growing, growing taller, growing and changing. But the price of all this is actually the old age of parents. The result is not understanding, understanding and gratitude. I just interrupted their nagging again and again, ignored them playing games alone again and again, went out with my classmates again and again until it was dark, and scratched their hearts again and again with sharp words. I am so rebellious and hurtful.

On this road with memories and love, I have never cared about or felt pain, and I have never felt heartless and self-reproach. When I woke up from this hypnosis, I found myself crying.

Take an oath, shout out the oath in your heart, practice and improve, try to cherish and love, and return the love wider than the sea. Fortunately, it's not too late. You're still with me. You never left.

Thank you for never giving up, warming my world, nourishing my soul and enriching my life. Thank you, my dear, my parents.

The composition of the eighth grade is 8 winds, which brings relaxation; Water brings tenderness; Fog brings haze; The sea brings tolerance; The moon brings warmth; Sunshine brings enthusiasm, and the height of the soul brings blue sky.

It is the hope for the formation of dreams for thousands of years; It was a moment of trembling after a thousand years of pursuit; Or a page of thousands of years of floods and droughts? She has the beauty of sinking fish and falling geese, the spirit of IKEA in Yi Shi and the lingering love. Perhaps, he could have "talked about Sang Ma with a glass in his hand" with Fan Li, and he could have lived quietly and elegantly until the end of time. However, it never rains but it pours. The belligerence of the people of Wu made him a minister of national subjugation. "A generation of the whole city chased flowers from the waves, and the Wu Palace recalled its children's home" and went to a foreign country alone, willing to bear the blame of the people of Wu, and died in the deep palace compound all his life, wholeheartedly assisting the King of Yue, and finally watched his old country resurrect with sadness and joy. The height of her heart holds up a blue sky for Yue.

The flute made of animal bones has been sung by the wind and sand, that tender song is still wandering in the desert, and a solid wall has become a fossil in the wind. Who would want to see Han's daughter draw a sword and cut off water? She could have counted the Qin bricks and Han tiles in Miyagi, calmly and calmly in troubled times, and ended safely in the fog of the Han Dynasty. But she didn't. For Han, she walked out of the girl's boudoir and merged into the vast desert. For Han, she walked out of the girl's field of vision and into an unknown life; For the sake of Korea, she walked out of the dream of China and resisted the ambitions of foreigners. With her weak body, she reversed the tragic fate of a dynasty and avoided the breakdown of the war. The height of her heart propped up a blue sky for the Han Dynasty.

Slim fingers, open the fence of sunshine, tear the warp and weft of time and space, follow the obscurity and ancient meaning of Datang and climb the stairs. In Chang 'an, her red dress drifted away. I still remember that it was Xin Hong, and she smiled wantonly on her body. I still remember him holding her waist and being ashamed in front of diamond-shaped glasses. "It's blind to talk about self-uniqueness." Living in a house in Su Yang, Li Jing can't be reused. It's where heroes come in. She read his loyalty and ambition, so she lived and died with him in troubled times. "There is infatuation in the world, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance." Chuchen, like her name, is detached from Chuchen, so she established a life-and-death friendship with campus guests and Li Shimin in the rush, and * * * became an eternal story. The height of her heart propped up a blue sky for herself.

Focus on the heights of the clouds, where there will be no rain and snow I am thinking about today, only willows that passed away in the past, and more sunny days.

Whether it is the silent dedication of the Shenbi Ancient Temple, the gentle persistence of "going to Taiwan independence to stay in the tomb", or the calmness of "nothing to do with romance, just for the heart". Because of their high spirit, they have propped up a blue sky for their country and their lives. So, my dear friend, what about you?

Chen Ming and I are good friends. One day, we took out the small wooden boat made by the handicraft group to play, and Chen Ming accidentally broke mine. In the dispute, Chen Ming trampled on it again. I was very angry. I grabbed his small wooden boat and tried to drop it on the hard floor, but suddenly some pictures flashed through my mind: I went to school and went home with Chen Ming, talking and laughing; Do manual work together; Do homework together. Together ... thinking of this, my heart seems to be deeply penetrated by countless needles. Our feelings can be called bosom friends. As we all know, friends are easy to find, but intimate friends are hard to find. Is this how our friendship ended? I shook my head, put the small wooden boat back in its original position, and turned and walked out of the classroom door. I looked up at the sky sadly. The sky is obviously blue, but now it has turned gray in my eyes, and there seems to be no vitality around it.

The next day, the sky seemed to come back to life in my eyes, with colorful surroundings, birds singing happily and many small animals as backup singers, which seemed to tell me that something good was coming. I suddenly found a man next to me and suddenly turned around-Chen Ming! Chen Ming bowed his head regretfully, holding the small wooden boat repaired for me in his hand, and said falteringly, "I'm sorry ... this is my fault." Can we still be good friends as before? " At this time, I am very happy. I can make the withered flowers beautiful again. I smiled and nodded, and we laughed together again.

Isn't this tolerance between friends? As long as there is tolerance, it is not necessary to make a big fuss about small things, but to make small things disappear and repair the old as before.