Primary school composition 800 words

In daily life or work and study, everyone has the experience of writing, so you are familiar with it. Composition needs a complete text structure, and you must avoid endless composition. So have you ever studied composition? The following are eight 800-word primary school compositions carefully arranged by me for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

1 Beijing is the capital of China, where there are many places of interest, but what really attracts me is the charming autumn in Beijing!

In autumn, the sky in Beijing is so clear and blue. The sunshine from this sapphire sky makes people feel unusually warm and comfortable, not dazzling light. Bathed in the sun, take a deep breath, you will feel refreshed, and all the fatigue and unhappiness will disappear without a trace!

The autumn wind is warm. It brings together the yellow leaves of birch, the crimson leaves of maple and the golden leaves of poplar, and touches you for a while, making people feel like walking on a huge colorful canvas. This warm wind, shaking the leaves, shook off countless tiny still warm sunshine, sprinkled on the ground, sprinkled on pedestrians, very poetic. Especially when you walk under the red wall of the Forbidden City, the background is the unique red color of Beijing, and the bright sunshine is in front of you, breathing the warm air slightly. You will feel like a descendant of the royal family, or a student who just won the first prize, or at least a Kyoto teenager who doesn't know what to worry about.

Autumn water is also very emotional. In the Summer Palace, in Beihai, in the moat of the Forbidden City, in the summer resort, in Jehol ... In short, where there are lakes and rivers in Beijing, they are all elegant and generous. Strolling along the promenade of the Summer Palace and looking at the vast Kunming Lake, there is no sense of clutter and narrowness at all. It is a clear and beautiful grandeur, and it is a bearing that makes the world awe. If you row a boat on Kunming Lake, you will find that the lake is like a mirror. If it weren't for the reflection of the green willows and red maple on the shore, you wouldn't feel like boating on the lake at all. This can be described as "the boat is on the blue waves, and people are in the picture world"!

The Xiangshan Mountain in autumn is more eye-catching, among which the red leaves are the most famous. Stroll through the dyed forest and enjoy the falling leaves, like a flood of red rain, flying butterflies and noisy birds returning at dusk. Standing on the Great Wall, looking at the fragrant hills surrounded by red leaves, there seems to be a burning fire in front of me. The autumn wind mixed with warm colors on the maple leaves, squeezed all the red pigments up, and shed brilliant flames. As a poet described it, "The debris of the sunset hangs all over the branches, and the bright red flame burns the loneliness of dusk." Here, there is no depression, sorrow and sadness in autumn, only fiery red and deep rolling purples.

The moon in autumn, whether thin or round, is the brightest. She hangs in the sky alone, but she doesn't feel lonely. Instead, she felt unusually comfortable and comfortable under the empty sky. When winding the string, she smiled brightly. When winding the string, she still smiles brightly. It seems that she has never been unhappy. When she is round, she feels like a very clear mirror. This mirror is hung high and spotless. It shines on Beijing, the Forbidden City, the site of Yuanmingyuan and the beacon tower on the Great Wall. ...

Autumn, autumn in Beijing, you fascinate me, fascinate me, and make me want to give everything to keep you!

There used to be a beautiful scene of singing and dancing in this land. Although this land is not rich, it was once full of vitality in a piece of green. Although there are many high-rise buildings and traffic on this land now, I always feel that everyone's smiles seem to be assimilated by this reinforced concrete, so they are rigid and heartless.

Birds and flowers smell like yesterday and today, but the roar of machines and the horn of vehicles announcing the progress of the times are lingering in my ears. I don't know whether I should be happy or sad at this time. Thankfully, to demand the progress of the times is to announce to the world that China will eventually become a powerful country. Sadly, when we get some beautiful things, some precious things fade away with the long river of time, but they can't be found again.

Once upon a time, I sat on grandma's autumn wheat ridge for a long time, and I could see many sights in the distance: many busy and happy figures shone in the golden yellow, the autumn wind seemed to smell the fragrance and fullness of autumn, and my ears were so quiet that I could only hear the sound of the wind; I once again returned to the place where I was three years ago, the same wheat ridge, the same season. I don't know when the gentle autumn wind in my ear turned into a rumbling machine sound, and I could never see that full and happy figure again. My heart is full of Qian Qian's absolute melancholy, and my dream of going to the countryside for a holiday is shattered.

Sitting on this wheat ridge with this faint loss, quietly thinking about whether this is a blessing or a curse, who is to blame, who is to blame.

When we are immersed in the changes of the times and the benefits brought to ourselves, we seem to unconsciously forget something important, making it a blind spot in our memory.

The sky was dyed bright by the sunset glow, but the noise of the world did not fade. On the contrary, it is full of color. Western celestial bodies have flashed a few first-light planetesimals, and the moon hangs on the distant horizon without a trace. I don't know why the sky seems to be covered with a layer of faint smoke. Maybe it's because the air is bad, maybe it's because the weather is sultry, maybe it's because the sky is ashamed. I buried my beauty with gauze.

Night crept into the sky and came to the shade with weak vision to enjoy the cool, but the reserved frog didn't arrive as scheduled. My ears are full of the sound of the motorcycle's trachea and the start of the car, and there is no elegant and rhythmic frog sound to accompany me through the long summer. .......

If it weren't for those desperate frogmen, maybe I could hear the beautiful music again. If the technology of the times had not dazzled me and made me unable to judge, maybe I would still be sitting on the wheat ridge watching my grandparents busy. No, everything is not what it used to be. We can't take it out on anyone. Everyone is innocent. Only in this play, we have performed what we should do.

I don't know where to go when I'm drunk. When we are intoxicated with the convenience and benefits brought by science and technology, I might as well ask you to lift your eyes and look at this once beautiful nature. When you accidentally look back at this only home, this home that makes us live and work in peace and contentment, has it ever made you feel annoyed and sad for a moment?

I just hope this sad moment will help you find your way back.

Time, time, please slow down. Don't let him worry about me anymore. I am willing to trade my life for your long years. -inscription

Two days ago, when I was sitting in the classroom chatting with my classmates, the teacher hurriedly took me to the school gate. I looked at my haggard father and immediately had a bad feeling and ran to him. My father told me, "Grandma is in hospital. Just yesterday, the doctor said that grandma's condition deteriorated and she needed to be sent to a big hospital in Wuxi immediately. "

He also said that he and his mother might be away from home for a week. Actually, I'm used to it. He and his mother have been away from home for three days since grandma got cancer, but this time they have to walk for a week. I know there must be something wrong with grandma's health. I asked anxiously, "where is grandma now and what's the situation?" Dad simply said nothing, don't worry, just change the hospital. I know, dad. It's comforting me. I told my father that I was going to see my grandmother. Father's face changed immediately and said sternly, "No, you have to go to school!" " "I quarreled with him and said," Can I go after school? "Why not?" He said angrily, "If you can't, you can't. There are too many reasons! " "Dad's tone is a little heavier. I also said impulsively, "well, if you don't let me go, then I won't go to school." "Because I'm really afraid I'll never see grandma again.

"Pa", I only feel burning pain in my right face. I stared at my father and said, "You haven't hit me since I was a child. I hate you. " Say that finish started to run, ran to the nearest bus stop. I was about to get on the bus when I saw the familiar figure. It was him and dad, but I stubbornly turned my head and got on the bus. Who told him to hit me just now?

The car is driving, but I don't know why it is difficult for me to calm down. In the past, my father's kindness and love for me came to my mind like a flood. The scene is so clear and real that I am moved. I suddenly regret it, remembering that my father was so kind to me just now, and besides, he was very sad. Not to mention taking care of grandma for one night, coming back to cook for me at dawn, and facing the deterioration of grandma's condition, how can a person bear so many things? But, dad, he is such a person. No matter what happens, he always carries it alone and never says a word.

At this time, the familiar "dad" sounded in the car. Listening to the familiar melody and lyrics, I couldn't help crying. Yes, a strong father all his life, a father who has devoted himself to his family and always loved me. what can I do for you? I cried, but I stopped crying at once and got off at the nearest station. As soon as I got off the bus, I saw my father panting and running towards me from a distance. Tears can't stop. I immediately ran to my father's side, hugged him and sobbed and said, "Dad, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Without saying anything, Dad patted me and said, "Let's go home."

The song "Father" in the bus has drifted away, and I can't hear it slowly. However, in my heart, a song called "Father" is playing slowly. I can say for sure that the rhythm of this song is very slow, because it takes a lifetime to play, listen and feel.

I went to Nanshan today, took a bus to the station, and saw Wen Yuan as soon as I got off the bus.

The figure is sparse, compared with the huge Nanshan, just a few small ants. Walking on the soft grass is soft and hard. There is still unmelted snow under your feet, but it has turned into ice. This is not a change of state. "Jiale," my mother said with a smile, "let's go hiking in Xun Mei today!" Can you find plums in such a rare and desolate snow? I laughed at her stupidity in my mind. I don't know how to get to the tomb of Zhao Boxian, the huge hill, which really feels wasteful. The cemetery is the end of the west. When I came back, I chose a very secluded path. I like this quiet feeling. Being in it, I feel small and integrated into nature. Walking, I saw the bonsai on the roadside, but I was afraid to see the tragedy of the secluded path. Although there is no longer the kind of fool who destroys beauty described by Ji Lao, people are silently changing nature, causing one new tragedy after another. Up the hill. The same steps are suspected of intentional imitation, only feel bored and tired. When I reached the top of the mountain, I saw two signs pointing in the other two directions, which was exactly where I was going. I struggle in vain, but I appreciate the ambition of "being in a high position" Perhaps Wang Anshi wrote a short and pithy masterpiece in this situation a thousand years ago. Thought of here, exhausted state swept away. The boredom of going up the mountain made us choose a mountain road to go down.

Some people say that the downhill road we choose can lead to Chikurinji. Originally, I wanted to recruit hermits, so bamboo forest is bamboo forest. Let it be. The steep mountain road is full of soft sand and hard stones. Sometimes it slides down and sometimes it stumbles. Stumbling is also a kind of life, and I can't help sighing. The ancients said "both rigidity and softness", and the interpretation of both rigidity and softness was best displayed at this time. On the road of life, combining rigidity with softness is both a latent enemy and an opponent. Only by being careful step by step can we avoid these obstacles. At the foot of the mountain, I got lost. Suddenly, I found that the trunk of the mountain seemed to be yellower, but the mountain was dark green evergreen. Walking aimlessly, really. After the guidance of an old master, I found my way home. On the main road, cars galloped by from time to time. "In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple."

It stands to reason that the scenery in the mountains should be later than that in the mountains, but why are the mountains dry and green here? I looked at the car in the distance and was speechless. Does the car affect them? Perhaps the automobile exhaust forced them to keep Ye Er, breathing in a lot of carbon dioxide and spitting out oxygen. If there is enough oxygen, maybe trees won't be needed on the mountain. At this moment, I smiled. It turns out that busy cars in the city are sometimes heroes, and everything has a good side. The car drove away, but it was a fragrance, not thick or greasy, refreshing. Is it really plum blossom? So early! Looking ahead, I saw several pale yellow plums proudly blooming in the branches. Are they here to satisfy our wishes? I can't help feeling guilty about my mother. She is a prophet, but I think she is stupid. It seems that when many things don't happen, we can't jump to conclusions or deny others at will.

I didn't reach my destination, but I enjoyed the quiet scenery in the mountains and learned a rich philosophy of life. This trip is worthwhile.

Elementary school composition 800 words 5 "Hey, look who's here!" This is my mother's voice. As soon as I heard this, I quickly put down my homework and looked forward. It turned out to be my grandmother! I am busy helping my grandmother put down her schoolbag. "Grandma, you haven't come for a long time. I miss you so much! " "I miss you, too! What do you think this is? "Grandma shook the bag in her hand." Ah, it smells good! "I opened the bag, which contained food I was no longer familiar with-steamed buns, my grandmother." Ah! "I ate happily, and grandma couldn't help saying," Eat slowly, and be careful of choking! ""The kind words and eating the delicious steamed bread remind me of the scene my parents told me 10 years ago. ...

At that time, my parents gave birth to me soon after they got married. Life is very difficult. I don't even have a house. I often wander around. They all have jobs and have no time to take care of me. Grandma knew mom and dad's difficulties, so she resolutely accepted the task of raising me. So, when I was under the age of 1, I lived at my grandmother's house. In fact, at that time, my grandmother was full of children and grandchildren, and she was over 70 years old, but she still accepted the heavy responsibility of taking care of me.

I remember when I lived with my grandmother, she got up early in the morning and always bought hot steamed buns when I was still asleep. Since then, it has become an indispensable food for my breakfast. One summer night, I woke up to see my grandmother still half closed and kept shaking the fan. I thought, why doesn't she turn on the electric fan? Later, I learned that my grandmother was afraid that I would be cooled by the electric fan and that I would get sick. This is really my grandmother's painstaking efforts. In this way, I spent a sweet night under my grandmother's fan, but my grandmother didn't sleep well. According to my mother, that's how grandma fanned her six children into adults.

I lived with my grandmother for three years, which not only gave me a wonderful childhood, but also helped me develop many good habits. For example, I don't waste food when I eat, and I have developed a quiet character since I was a child. This may be the reason why I like to sit down and read books now.

Grandma is an old man in her eighties, but her bones are tough. Grandma is always indispensable when I go to tourist attractions several times. She is not afraid of the fatigue of the journey and looks more energetic than others. She doesn't need someone to take care of her. On the contrary, she always holds the younger generation.

Grandma lives in Mahekou, not far from Nanxian County, so we often go back and forth. I don't usually use much money. When I have money, I put it in the piggy bank. Grandma is worried that I don't know how to use money. Sometimes she secretly gives me some money and tells me not to put it in the piggy bank for me to spend. Although grandma's approach is appropriate, she still cares about me and loves me very much. I can't help crying at the thought of this. ...

My grandmother, she is a great woman, she is a kind mother, she is an ordinary and rare grandmother.

This is an unforgettable past.

The day of the final exam is approaching to everyone step by step. But what hasn't changed in the classroom is the laughter in my ear. Of course, I am no exception, but at this moment, my brain is full of computer games, although it is still incorrect, because the task of middle school students at this moment is to review, review and review again. But I still can't help but miss the game. Maybe it's a practice called rebellious psychology.

In an instant, it's time to go home from school again. Everyone thinks that time passes slowly, only I think that time is like running water, as if these days seem to be just a running memory. At this moment, I am like a wanderer outside the Great Wall. Go straight home. I was so happy that I ran to the computer with a mountain of knowledge before putting down my schoolbag. Just when I wanted to turn on the computer, my father came to me and said, "The exam is not over, so don't touch the computer." A word is like a bolt from the blue. At this time, I feel that the atmosphere at home is very strong. "This is really good for me? I have struggled at school for so long for this day. " Looking at my father's back. From that day on, I went to review with a heavy heart I am like a ship spinning in the sea, waiting for the exam.

After all, what should come will come. On the day of the exam, everyone was very happy. Like a group of soldiers about to charge, one after another came down from the hair salon. Topics are pressing me like mountains, and I can barely write a few topics, and the rest are guesses.

How time flies! While I was thinking about my father's words, the bell rang and the exam was over. This is not my style at all. I sighed and walked out of the classroom with heavy steps. Come here. The report card was sent out today.

I watched the leaves fall and heard the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. Looking at the sky with the fruits of months of struggle. When I got home, I was wondering how to explain to my father. I looked at the white hair on my father's head and recalled the teacher's "Daddy's Flowers Fall". I whispered, "Dad, I'm back." Dad stopped his work and looked up and saw me. He smiled and said, "Oh, I'm back. I am going to eat soon. " I smiled gently.

I ate sparerib soup made by my parents at night, and my parents put meat in my bowl. I kept my head down and only thought about the exam questions. My parents seem to find my mood.

Dad asked me what was going on with concern, so I had to tell him the truth. I was silent, and so were my parents. Time seems to have frozen. Dad's words melt time. "An exam doesn't mean anything. You know the reason why you can't play computer. You have to believe in yourself. You will succeed as long as you work hard. Dad believes in you. " My father's words gave me strong support and motivation.

Under the desk lamp, in front of the desk. I have thought a lot about my father's love and trust. All this has given me great strength. I won't be depressed by these setbacks. I want to get some sunshine. Stand up again! Be yourself. This is the power of love.

Looking at oranges, a burst of smoke seems to have filled my eyes again, and the scene of eating oranges for the first time as a child appeared in the haze …

One day that winter, my mother bought some oranges. I picked up one and looked at it carefully. It looks like a pocket earth, an ellipsoid with slightly flat poles and slightly protruding equator. Its skin is yellow and looks like table tennis. I picked it up and threw it on the ground, only to my great disappointment-the orange didn't bounce off the ground like a ping-pong ball. I picked it up from the ground and squeezed it gently. Wow! It's a little soft and cold. I began to peel oranges, accompanied by a "silky" sound, a rain and fog got into my eyes, and a sharp pain came. I rubbed my eyes and saw that the orange seemed to be smiling proudly through my fingers. "The orange doesn't show off, you think I'm a ball!" " "So this is in revenge for me.

I found that oranges have many petals, sitting together. I counted it several times, and it was ten petals. Tearing off a petal, the orange seems reluctant. The membrane on the orange petals is closely connected with other orange petals. I just pulled it down and found a drop or two of crystal juice on the orange petal. Does it cry because it doesn't want to be separated from its brothers? I suddenly stood in awe of the orange spirit of solidarity. Orange petals are like boats. I fantasize about sitting in a boat and braving the wind and waves. The orange petals are like crystal jiaozi. Is the "stuffing" of oranges like jiaozi? Curiosity drove me to break the orange in half, only to see that the "stuffing" inside was needle-shaped or raindrop-shaped, arranged neatly and closely. Regardless of the willy-nilly, "a taste is quick"! I put the orange into my mouth at will, and when I bite it gently, a cool and sweet juice overflows. I was intoxicated by the delicious oranges. ...

From then on, whenever I saw oranges, my mouth watered. But by chance, I learned about the other side of the orange.

Once, my father drove me to the south to play. On the way, I passed an orange grove and saw green fruits everywhere on the trees. My grandfather who works in the garden saw my interest in fruit and picked one for me. Looked at me repeatedly like holding a rare treasure and asked my father what it was. Father said it was an orange, but I was dubious-isn't an orange yellow? I couldn't wait to peel the orange peel and put some petals in my mouth at once. Now I'm unlucky: my whole tongue is sour, and my teeth can't stand it, and I'm going to fall down. I spit it out at once, I don't know what expression is on my face. Probably a funny look distorted by acidity. This is outrageous! It turns out that oranges are not all sweet life, they are full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty taste. I must beware of green oranges!

Oranges contain a lot of vitamins, which can quench thirst, satisfy hunger and relieve cough. I still remember one time I had a cold and a cough and wanted to eat oranges. However, oranges are not yet fully ripe, so they are rare in the market. My mother went to many places before she bought me a bag of semi-green and semi-yellow oranges. At that time, my mother did nothing, peeled oranges for me and watched me eat, with a sweet smile on her face. I had a good time, and the orange was not sour. From oranges, I feel the breath of maternal love.

Little oranges bring me great happiness.

In life, we are always used to cheering for others, but who applauds for ourselves? I want to applaud myself today!

In the fifth grade, I was one or two in my class, but I was born timid and didn't like to talk much, and I didn't like to participate in some activities.

When I was in the sixth grade, I met the head teacher, Miss Yang. Teacher Yang thinks that I am good at studying, smart, but timid, so she makes me vice monitor, hoping to improve my courage. Although I tried my best to get rid of it, I still couldn't. During the time when I first started to be the vice monitor, I often felt very scared. Standing on the podium, my face was flushed, and my heart was like seven or eight buckets of water, so I was anxious to tell the students below to be quiet. My voice, like a mosquito, often attracts the ridicule of my classmates. When my classmates laughed at me, I became more timid. So I simply don't care about anything and let the experienced monitor Zhang Yi take care of it.

One day, Miss Yang called me outside the door. He said to me gently, "Now that you are grown up, be brave and don't be afraid. If you can't manage this class well, how will you manage the company when you grow up? " I think what Teacher Yang said is very reasonable. I will try my best to manage the big and small things in the class in the future. Like the whole class queuing and taking everyone to read early, I took the initiative to do it. It doesn't look that difficult. I speak louder and louder in front of my classmates. During that time, I felt a lot more energetic. But when there is any competition, or running for the host or something like that, I will still shrink back and be too scared to participate in the competition. Why is this?

At last week's class meeting, Teacher Yang said to us, "Soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers." This sentence tells us that life should have goals. We should move towards this goal, don't give in to the obstacles on the road, and have the spirit of going forward bravely. "His words made me suddenly enlightened, and I finally understood what I lacked, what I lacked was the goal of struggle.

Since then, I often silently set myself a goal beyond. I became bolder and bolder. It was the second class on a Wednesday morning. The bell rang "Ding, Ding". "Hey, why didn't the Chinese teacher bring his textbook?" The students are confused. The teacher walked to the front of the platform and said with a smile, "Students, today we are going to have a heart-to-heart activity class." The students thought, "How can I have an activity class with my mouth?" The students are even more monks-I don't know what medicine the teacher is selling in the gourd. Teacher Yang blurted out a riddle: herding sheep (typing a word), and I replied without thinking: "It's a cloud word". The teacher held up his thumb and praised again and again: "Great! Great! " Read the topic again: drop the silver line (type a word) Everyone bowed their heads and thought hard. After a while, they said, "It's raining, it's raining." The teacher smiled and boasted happily: "Great! Great! " My face is as red as a red apple. The activity class goes on ... A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. "This sentence changed my past and inspired me to run towards a bright future! I cheer for myself, because now I can proudly say, "I defeated cowardice!" " "

Cheer yourself, make yourself confident, cheer yourself up and make life full of sunshine. Friend, cheer for yourself.