Eighth grade story composition

Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone is often exposed to composition. With composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? Below are 8 eighth-grade story compositions that I compiled for you. They are for reference only. I hope they can help you. Eighth Grade Story Composition Part 1

The sun was high in the sky, and the strong sunlight was shining fiercely on the earth. I was walking alone on a path, touching the bronze bricks next to me, which was cold and cold. Suddenly, I seemed to hear in my ears, "There are many stories in this small town, full of joy and happiness. If you come to this small town..." The melodious and clear singing voice made me look back to my childhood.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandparents in the countryside. I remember that at that time, there was no TV at home, and the electric lights were not very normal and came on and off. The only electrical appliance in the house is a tape recorder. This tape recorder is amazing. Besides me, it is my grandfather’s favorite treasure.

Every evening, when the sun goes down and rests, and a streak of sunset flashes across the sky, grandpa will move an outdoor chair out of the house and turn on the tape recorder. Every time at this time, while my grandpa was intoxicated with his eyes closed, I would naughtily climb up on his swollen belly, lie on it, like a warm and comfortable big pillow, and listen to the long and beautiful sounds coming from the tape recorder. The beautiful singing is so intoxicating. Soon, I lay on my grandpa's big "pillow" and fell asleep, leaving only grandpa's sighs and the sound of music...

It was summer again at that time, and there were a lot of mosquitoes. Surprisingly, the weather was also smoking hot. When I go to bed at night, I am often woken up by those nasty mosquito bites, which makes me have trouble sleeping. I often get up and complain. But then I discovered, why didn’t mosquitoes bite me recently? How strange. The weather gradually turned colder in the following days. One day, I accidentally discovered that my grandfather's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he was not in good spirits. He was always yawning. I felt strange. Then I thought about how I slept very soundly and peacefully recently, and suddenly I had an answer in my mind. Could it be grandpa... So that night, I pretended to be asleep. After a while, there were gentle footsteps outside, and then a person lay quietly next to me. It must be grandpa. Because it was too dark and there was no light, I couldn't see anything. I only felt a chill passing through my body from time to time. Slowly, I fell asleep. Maybe my grandpa was too tired recently. The next morning, when I woke up, I found that the big cattail leaf fan in my grandfather's hand had fallen to the ground. I understood everything. Seeing that my grandpa was still napping, I was afraid of waking him up, so I pretended to be asleep again...

As I thought about it, I found myself walking to the door of my house without knowing it, but I was still thinking about those past events. . I had the idea of ??going back to the countryside, so at the weekend, I told my mother that I wanted to go back to my grandpa, and she agreed.

The next morning, I got on the bus early. When the car drove on the road back to the countryside, why did I see a wide and flat asphalt road instead of a road paved with stones? I couldn't help but have doubts in my heart, is this the way to the countryside? It must be yes. I wonder what the countryside is like now. Are my grandparents okay? The car was running fast, and my heart was racing. I just hoped to see them soon. An hour later I finally arrived home. I couldn’t wait to get out of the car and breathed in the familiar air. It was so fresh! What I saw in front of me were brand new brick and tile houses, and the old dilapidated wooden houses were gone. When I arrived at the door of my house, I found that the wall had a new look and became clean and tidy. I gently opened the door and saw a brand new TV set in the center of the main room. Two familiar figures were staring at the TV series inside. Looking to the side again, there is an electric fan whirring. I walked over gently and put my head among them. Suddenly, they turned around, saw me, and became excited. They pulled me to them and said, "Grandson, do you know what makes us live a good life?" "Yeah?" I said: "Of course it is the country!" Grandpa said: "No, there is also the Communist Party and socialism. It is they who make our people live a good life. You have to remember that in the future Study hard to serve the country and make more contributions to the motherland."

Today, I was still walking alone, but this time I didn't touch the bricks, but the smooth ones! And the walls are pure white. At this time, I am looking forward to a bright future. Story composition for eighth grade Part 2

In the society of the 21st century, chasing fashion and trends has become a social trend. This trend is not only a beautiful landscape in society, but also a driving force for social progress. Nowadays, from childhood to old age, from men to women, everyone is following the trend. There are many trendy things happening around me, let’s take a look.

There are many categories of catching up on the trend. Some middle school students are proficient in electronic products, some adults play outdoor sports, heavy metal, and parkour, some elderly people learn English, surf the Internet, and send emails, and even some pets wear small suits and wear Wearing small sunglasses, he looks like a gentleman, which makes people laugh or cry.

Let’s take the most common example. All the students in our class are "electronic control".

iPads, iPhones, and computers are so easy to use. The most powerful one can create animations and games, hide downloaded files, etc. General itunes downloads and basic computer knowledge can be applied. This is our primary school students' way to catch up with the trend.

Nowadays, some new words, such as hip-hop, parkour, and extreme sports, are synonymous with adults. In the square near my home, there are countless people dancing hip-hop and roller skating. They were lying down, standing up, spinning, or somersaulting, and each one played better than the other. Professional heavy metal rock bands wearing ghost masks and skeleton suits also occasionally come by, attracting crowds of spectators. This is the adult way to jump on the bandwagon.

"Great! Win!" Is this young fans? Is this crazy audience? No! No! No! This is the old people in the 21st century! Old people? I believe everyone's impression must be that Dai Let's look like you're playing chess with reading glasses on. That was true before, but not anymore. In Kunshan, there are many elderly activity clubs that specialize in teaching the elderly to learn English, dance group dances, etc. Some even play iPads.

Wearing a crisp suit, a European and American style retro hat, and bodyguard black sunglasses. Who is this? This is a standard "fashion pet"! Thinking about how stupid it is, I can't help but laugh out loud. It’s so trendy!

Being trendy is not about wearing a few famous brands. Being trendy is not about saying a few fashionable words. It is about integrating into this era and into this society, not falling behind or being out. , this is the real trend. Eighth Grade Story Composition Part 3

Today, I opened "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and read the poem "Those who seek hermitage are not found": Matsushita asked the boy, telling the teacher to go collect medicine. Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are. I think this poem is very beautiful, and when I read it, I feel like I am immersed in it. So, I adapted this poem into a story:

In the past few days, I have been troubled by a question: What is the most beautiful thing in the world? I heard from my neighbor Aunt Zhang that there is a hidden person. He has always lived in the mountains and has never cared about worldly affairs. He also has a young disciple. Since he followed him, this disciple has become fond of reading, reciting poems and painting, and has become famous. I thought to myself: This old man is really amazing and I admire him so much. I have to visit him and talk to him about my confusion.

That morning, I set out on the road to find the hermit. Along the way, there were flowers everywhere and shade trees, which made me feel relaxed and happy. On the roadside, there were verdant bamboo forests, crystal clear streams, and vigorous and tall pine trees... I came under a pine tree and saw a child who was concentrating on reading. I couldn't bear to disturb him.

But in the end, I still asked him: "Do you know the old man so-and-so?" The child raised his head and said: "Yes, he is my master."

"I want to meet your master." I said impatiently, "Do you know what your master did?"

"Yes, the master went to collect medicine." The child continued to read his book.

"Where does your master collect herbs?" I asked.

The child pointed to the green mountain in the distance and said, "It's in the mountain."

"Oh, I know. Thank you." I said happily. So, I excitedly went up the mountain to find the hermit. But when I looked up into the distance, I saw that the mountains were filled with clouds and mist. Where was the child’s master? I couldn’t find him at all. I turned around and asked the child again: "When will your master come back?" But who knew that the child didn't know either. I had to go home disappointed.

On the way home, admiring this charming scenery, I felt refreshed. I thought: Isn’t the most beautiful thing in the world this kind of life where you can put aside the troubles of the world and live a free life? Story composition for eighth grade 4

Feeling the fragrance of spring flowers and listening to the summer music The beauty of rain, picking up the sweet fruits of autumn and snuggling by the winter stove. Spring passes and autumn comes, the four seasons alternate, and the many springs, summers, autumns and winters weave the story of me and the book.

Spring welcome. A gentle breeze caressed the earth, and strings of drizzle moistened everything. The flowers bloom, the ice melts, and the beautiful birds chirp and sing the sonata of spring. I like to read Yuan Shigong's "Travel Notes on Manjing": "At that time, the ice skin began to unravel, and the ripples suddenly became bright, and the scales were layered. The crystals were like a newly opened mirror and the cold light suddenly emerged from the box." It is a perfect reflection of spring water. It is a perfect praise; "The mountains are washed by clear snow, fresh and bright, and the beauty is like the meeting of a beautiful girl and the beginning of her bun." It writes about the brightness of the spring mountain; "The wicker will be comfortable, the soft tips will be soft." The cloak and the light mane in the wheat field "write the trees in spring vividly and realistically." Yuan Shigong made me truly understand spring.

Summer Solstice. Clusters of green come into view, and patches of blue spread across the sky and earth. The sun is shining high, scorching the earth, the wind is hot, the rain is crazy, and the sunshine can be seen everywhere. I think of the camel Xiangzi written by Lao She. Xiangzi, who was forced by the cruel society, had to continue to pull the cart under the scorching sun. He was so sad under the scorching sun. He lowered his head, pulled the cart, and walked forward very slowly, without any thought. Idea, no purpose, groggy, with a layer of sticky sweat hanging on his body and a rancid smell. It was Lao She who made me understand the sufferings and difficulties of working people.

Autumn is coming. The fragrance of fruit is everywhere, the scorching sun has receded, and it’s a busy scene. The leaves are withering and the chrysanthemums are blooming, creating a scene of change.

"The howling autumn wind in August" is the autumn wind showing its power; "a crane in the clear sky rowing over the clouds" is the autumn objects interpreting its dream; "the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs flow over the rocks" is the autumn scenery depicting its diversity. posture. In the poet's writings, autumn is diverse, gorgeous and refined. This is the realm that literati and poets pursue.

Winter is coming. Snowflakes are falling, everything is withered, plants have lost their vitality, and animals have lost their traces. However, in Chairman Mao’s writings, what I saw was the magical splendor of “thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting”, the magical splendor of a sheet of white falling on the earth, and the extraordinary spectacle of “thousands of miles of ice freezing the river”; "Silver snakes dance in the mountains, wax figures ride in the mountains, and they want to compete with the gods." Chairman Mao's writing style is superb. Writing the desolate and gloomy scenery of winter in such a majestic way gave me a deeper understanding of winter

Ah! For how many springs, summers, autumns, and winters, how many days and nights, I chatted with my ancestors, laughed with today's people, admired the mountains and rivers, and enjoyed the growth of flowers and plants. I have many interesting stories with books. Eighth Grade Story Composition 5

Today, I know what "time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by"

This morning, my mother brushed a few shoes and placed them where the sun could reach There is a big tree next to the place.

After a while, my mother asked me to move my shoes, because the huge shade of the big tree covered the shoes and they could not be exposed to the sun. I moved my shoes half a meter away, thinking: "I can't cover my shoes now!" So I went to do my homework again.

What I didn’t expect was that just after I wrote for a while, my mother called me out again, "How can you put your shoes to the east of the shade of the tree? The shade of the tree will soon catch up." When I saw it, the shade of the tree really covered my shoes. I was surprised. I didn't see the shade move! I put my shoes on the west side of the shade, so that they could continue to enjoy the sunshine. However, I picked a rotten leek from the leeks my mother had chosen and placed it one meter away on the east side of the shade. I squatted aside to observe how the shade looked. Mobile. After a while, I lost interest in observing, because it was impossible to see the movement of the shade with the naked eye, so I helped my mother choose the leeks... "Look!" My mother suddenly pointed at the rotten leeks for me to see. , I followed my mother's hand and saw that the shade of the big tree had surpassed the rotten leeks. My mother took advantage of the situation and said, "Do you feel the value of time?" "Yes, just like "Hurry" written by Zhu Ziqing. "Stop sighing and catch up with the time that has escaped...

"If a young man does not work hard, he will be sad." This sentence is so true! Eighth grade story composition 6

I believe that everyone has an object that means something special to you, and I am no exception. What means something special to me is nothing else, but an ordinary book.

So what’s so special about this book? I can’t put it down so much. Of course there is, despite its “unimpressive appearance”, it actually has “something special” inside! It’s a book that I spent a lot of money on. The reading notebook I compiled in 2016. And the story between it and me has just begun.

On a sunny afternoon a few years ago, I was reading a book, and suddenly my heart came to my mind. I came up with an idea, I want to make a reading notebook! I remember Teacher Zheng said that a student went to a composition competition, and that student brought a large stack of reading notes, and he won a gold medal. I also want to improve my composition skills. On a whim, I picked up the pen and wrote the four words "reading notes" in a delicate notebook, and started my journey of reading notes.

A few days later, we were about to write a composition at the weekend. Answer, I was not as anxious and worried as usual about running out of topics to write about. On the contrary, I started writing like a spirit, and I finished the draft in no time. I was so happy, and I thought to myself: Everyone said that there is something in the book. It seems that the Golden House is right. It seems that I need to read more! I secretly made up my mind to collect more good words and sentences to make my articles more outstanding! A week has passed and I have written half of the book. , as soon as the composition text was sent out, I opened it like a hungry wolf impatiently, and opened the composition side with great expectations...

What? It’s B again! I wrote the reading Notes are of no use at all, and the idea that "the book has its own golden house" is all a lie! I threw the "reading notes" on the ground angrily. This scene happened to be seen by my father, who came over and heard: "Why? "I told my father exactly what happened. After hearing this, my father burst into laughter. I didn't know why my father was laughing. Just when I was about to ask, my father said: "You little fool! You use good words to express yourself. Copy the sentences in the notebook, but what's the use if you don't remember them!" After listening to my father's words, I suddenly realized and quickly picked up the notebook.

Later, I did what my father said, The level of writing has indeed improved. Now, this book no longer wanders with me, but I often turn to it, and it is also exerting its residual heat.

Eighth grade story composition part 7

Nightmare, awakening, sleeplessness

In the early morning of July 8, around 4 o'clock, I actually dreamed that a wanted criminal captured nationwide was in my house. , he can become invisible and is rampant throughout the whole Shang Dynasty. I dare not step out of the room and lock the door. When I am unbearably hungry, I finally open the door. There is no one in the house. Just when I am thinking: Where are all the people going? Already? There was a vague hand in the study. Just as I was about to step back to the door, I seemed to be covered by a rough but strong hand...

I woke up from the dream and couldn't sleep anymore. Turn on the light and read a book until 6 o'clock.

Relatively speaking, it was wonderful

Once that nightmare was gone, I dreamed again today that I missed the exam time, went to the exam room without bringing anything, and got a zero score. It was sad.

When will the dream end...

Incomparable beauty

I didn’t dream today. I slept until dawn and swallowed my saliva. Could it be that I went to bed early? the reason? Or did my prayers move Jesus? I hope tomorrow can be as beautiful as today. Write a diary every day and gradually forget your worries! Eighth Grade Story Composition Part 8

Heelo, hello everyone, I am the "protagonist" of the story - a mouse. Believe it or not, I am walking in front of a "cat" now, but it doesn't move a hair on my head. What? Still don't believe it? Then listen to me slowly.

One night, after I had been hungry for five days and five nights, I decided to risk my life and go to a "chicken feeding shop" (it's a computer shop, sorry, I was so hungry that I couldn't speak clearly) across the street. ) to find food. When I entered the store, I saw that it was empty except for a square box. At this time, a person walked out of the house, and I hid quickly. I saw him sitting in front of a square box, pressing a button, and the box with the big mouth lit up, and many strange and weird pictures appeared inside.

I was watching in fascination when "plop", a big cage fell from the sky and tightly locked me from head to toe. I was shocked: It’s over! My colorful life is coming to an end. But instead of killing me, the man inserted a wire into the back of my thigh and stuffed me into a small shell. I feel so uncomfortable! But he didn't look at it and directly plugged the wire into the back of a square box. Then, a big hand grabbed me and moved me back and forth on the table, talking to others from time to time.

After a period of time, I learned a lot: this box is called a "computer"; I am now called a "mouse"; and I know that my "enemy" is a "beer cap" (Bill Gates) ; If he hadn’t invented the “warm bar” (win98), I wouldn’t be where I am now. The thing I look forward to most is having someone write articles - everything is taken care of by "Big Brother Keyboard", so I'll take a "holiday"! The most painful thing is probably playing games, sometimes "Star", sometimes "Red Alert", which lasts two or three hours. I am so tired that my back aches. And it was the most uncomfortable at the end - people wanted to beat me up for fun when they won, and they wanted to flatten me out for anger when they lost. I almost fell apart several times. Here is the exciting part, everyone is all ears!

One day, I was really concentrating on my work. Suddenly, a man brought a "cat" (modem). Oh my gosh! When have I ever been so close to a "cat"? I scared away nine of my ten souls. I closed my eyes and prepared to wait for death, but after waiting for a long time, I didn't feel that the "cat" was going to eat me. I opened my eyes and saw that this "cat" had a square head and a square head. It had no arms, no legs, and no teeth. How could it eat me? Now I was very proud, making faces and grimacing. And what about "cat"? He can't move even an inch, let alone eating me, even walking is a problem! Who in our "Rat" family has ever enjoyed this kind of VIP treatment? Although this "cat" has added many tasks to me, it feels great to walk around proudly in front of a "cat"!

Finally, I want to say one more thing.

Just now, I finally finished writing my "big" work overnight - "Imagination on the Mouse of the Future": I sat leisurely next to the computer, controlling the "mouse" made by one person...