8th grade's excellent composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my excellent composition of Grade 8 collected by 10. I hope it will help you.

Excellent composition in grade 8 1 when I opened my eyes, I saw yellow sand all over the sky, flags flying not far away and the army horses of the brigade, and there were several rolling winter thunder in the sky. "I want to know you, and I want to live a long life!" A woman's voice sounded, with a little straightforwardness and infatuation. I looked back and saw what she was saying to the man in front of me at the moment. The man is covered in armor, and it seems that he is going to the battlefield. He took a deep look in the direction of the woman and walked towards the army without looking back. Time flies, and ten years have passed in an instant. Women think day and night and look forward to it every night. She climbed the stone peak more than once and looked into the distance, hoping to see her lover return. "Why didn't he come back?" She asked me again and again, but I couldn't answer. The blow of disappointment gradually weakened her body. Looking at the aging woman in the bronze mirror, she can't compare with the young figure beside the returning lover. Finally, she couldn't afford to get sick. Occasionally, the man will think of the woman and prepare to visit, only to find that the man is gone.

Tired, asleep, then open your eyes. This is the top of the mountain, with stars and bright moon in the sky. A young general-looking man is talking with others. The wind will spread their conversation intermittently. "As a man, you should hold your head high and win glory for your country." I am willing to defend my motherland all my life. . . "His words attracted my attention, and I stared at him with interest. That young face longs for the future and the courage to be born without fear of tigers. The next day, they came down from the mountain. Before leaving, he asked me expectantly, "Do I have to succeed? "I didn't say anything, just silently bless him. The drums were blaring, and the young general sat high on horseback, calmly directing the soldiers to attack. There is some blood on his face, but he has long forgotten it. Time flies, seven years later, I saw the little general again. The youthful vitality of the former young general has been lost. He knelt straight, facing the most distinguished man in the world.

"Do you know the charges?" The man asked.

"I know sin." No, he is innocent, but he has achieved a lot. The man was afraid that he would be too successful to cover the Lord, so he set him up. Pity his straightforward personality, but he was sworn to protect his country for life and framed behind his back. His head fell to the ground, blood spattered three feet, and he didn't want to sleep for a long time. A few days later, the enemy broke the country, and the timid emperor sent troops to resist, only to find that the most useful person was gone.

Who am I? Just a pebble in Pudong. I lie quietly in the long river of history, the river flows quietly, and all kinds of characters appear one after another. Heroes, heroes and beautiful women have become countless stories. It's just the remains of heroes, the beauty withers and finally turns to ashes. They will never be seen again.

I once waited in a space, a space full of gray, white and black. The grass is gray, the sky is white, the clouds are black, and everything makes people feel lonely. No birds and flowers, no laughter, everything makes people feel suffocated. I looked at the gray-black world alone, and gray pedestrians came and went in front of me. Who am I waiting for? Who is waiting for me? Time is as ruthless as running water, and it never wants to wait for people who have lost their direction. Holding the note, you get the picture: standing on the sidewalk, wet hair hanging down to your face, the air is a little sticky, the wind is a little biting, and the instantaneous silence is broken by the distant whistle. I can't tell the difference between day and night here, because the sky is always so pale and will never get dark, and the clouds seem to be painted as the sorrowful ink flowing in Four Treasures of the Study, China, dark and falling from the sky. Pick up the phone, put on melodious music and fly to ancient times, imagining the simple life of ancient people, but they should be happy and ignorant. The rhythm of broken glass in music suddenly brought me back to reality. Standing on the edge of the reincarnation point belonging to this space, tossing and turning. Looking at the people who are about to be reborn, the dirty tide floats towards the mark "seal" printed on the beach, becoming more and more blurred. I forgot why I stayed here and stayed for the lonely life I was used to.

I'm like a master and a lone ranger here. I am like a lonely soul floating and floating, no one knows. Lead-gray buildings stand mercilessly on the ground like ruins, without any artistic atmosphere. A gust of wind swept gently, and the white maple leaves on the maple trees fell to the ground with the wind. The picture is a bit like a dead man, and the white maple leaves are like white paper money, falling from the sky, adding more lifelessness!

The winter night is getting longer and longer, and the wind outside the window is roaring fiercely. It's still warm in bed

"Lazy-get up! Listen to English tapes and recite the text! " Mom started her lion roar again. Helpless! I deliberately pretended not to hear, but I turned over comfortably and proudly strived for my happy time.

"unter den! Hey! " It's mom's footsteps! Shit, mom's coming to help me pull my ear! I grinned with pain. I quickly jumped up and escaped from the "clutches" as quickly as possible. Afraid of getting angry again, I began to recite the text carefully and listen to English tapes. My memory in the morning is really strong, I am happy to think!

Winter notes trilogy

The teacher's lecture in class is really like chanting. The upper eyelid and the lower eyelid suddenly became inseparable brothers, always close together. The "comrades-in-arms" around are sleepwalking listlessly.

Although I really want to sleep, I still try to restrain myself when I think of the painstaking efforts of teachers and parents, let my thoughts follow the rhythm of teachers, raise my hand actively, keep my back straight, take some notes in key places, and make my mental state reach the best!

Winter notes trilogy

"ouch! So tired! What a lot of homework! I have to stay up late again! " Small A muttered in a low voice.

"It is. After attending junior high school, I was seriously short of sleep! " Little B frowned.

"However, in order to make our dreams closer, it is worthwhile to work harder!" I shouted enthusiastically!

Postscript of winter notes

Life is like a note, lively and vivid. As long as we love life and are full of hope and passion for life, every day will be wonderful!

Ding Ling Ling, an excellent composition in Grade 8, turned out to be my little alarm clock, which turned out to be a dream of mine. But I will make it happen, class. Cheer for my dream!

Ladies and gentlemen, it's the 22nd century. Today, I will show you the "Space One" Bridge designed and built by myself.

It took two years for the bridge to be designed and opened to traffic. It absorbed the design and construction technology of famous bridges in history and made innovations in many places. This bridge is one of the most advanced bridges in the world today. Its bridge deck is polished with "space stone" collected from the moon, which is not only light in weight, but also lightning-proof, rain-proof and snow-proof. The pier of this sled is invisible and has strong buoyancy. In order to save cost and material, a new type of recycled material is adopted. From a distance, the bridge seems to be built in the clouds, which looks very novel, like a rainbow, like a ribbon, extending to the moon and the universe. Beautiful street lamps use solar energy as energy, so they are very economical and practical. This bridge has an automatic navigation system to inform pedestrians of the weather and traffic conditions on the bridge at any time. The management of this bridge is very advanced. If there is water and garbage on the bridge deck, the invisible vacuum cleaner robot will suck the dirty things into its "belly" and then classify them for harmless treatment.

The "Space One" Bridge has five floors up and down. The first floor is a special passage for spacecraft. If you want to travel in space and visit Mars, Saturn, Venus and other planets, please choose to take a spaceship. The second floor is the space train. If you want to work on the moon, please choose the space train. The third floor is for animals to walk. Animals from the earth and other planets may pass through this special lane to realize the big gathering and reunion of animals. The fourth floor is dedicated to materials. Various substances from the earth and resources from other planets are continuously supplied to human beings. The fifth floor is the sidewalk. If you want to visit and travel slowly, you can walk or ride a space bike and walk along this road. Seeing this, some people may ask: "How can animals and people walk so slowly, and materials don't have long legs?" Don't worry, I have installed fast automatic elevators on these bridges. There is an animal protection department on the third floor and a rest stop on the fifth floor. In order to facilitate everyone's travel, a service station has been built every100000 kilometers to provide all kinds of services for everyone free of charge. ..... Seeing this, people may say, "Wow! It's thoughtful. "

Ding, it turned out that my little alarm clock was ringing. It turned out to be a dream of mine. But I will make it happen, class. Cheer for my dream!

The word "mom" is the warmest word in the world. Mom conceived in October, which enabled us to come into this world. Feel the beauty of this world, no matter what the future is, don't forget the person who gave us life-mother.

I don't know what words to use to describe my mother. She is the best in my heart. Time left a mark on her face. She is not young, she is old. I did her a favor. The person who owes me the most from birth to now is also my mother. I have never done anything to make her proud. I know she has been disappointed again and again, but she has not lost confidence in me. No wonder the world will say; "Poor wind!"

My mother married my father when she was eighteen, and her whole youth was dedicated to this family. I am in no position to criticize her. At least she stayed with me. My sister grew up in Hubei. I think my mother has always felt guilty about her sister.

When I was a child, I was beaten because I was not sensible. When I grow up, I know it's for my own good. My mother was looked down upon all her life, because she gave birth to two daughters, and the villagers always commented behind her back. She always tells me when I make mistakes: I want to succeed, don't let them look down on me, and prove to them that my daughter is no worse than my son. My eyes are red, and so are hers. I have never done it seriously in my studies, and I have done badly in every exam. At this point, I am ashamed of my mother.

Reading, she always makes me get up early. If she is going to be late, she will be anxious, too. I know she also cares about my grades, but she just pretends not to care, never oppresses me to study and doesn't want me to be pressured. But she doesn't know, that's why I don't like studying.

Once, I called my father's full name and my mother heard me. She hit me and told me: be polite to people, no matter who they are, don't act like you don't have a tutor. This has become my eternal memory. Thanks to my mother for being polite today.

Tears welled up in my eyes early and got out of hand. Mom, you are my benefactor in this life. Thank you for your kindness and tolerance.

Born in the eighth grade in a poor immigrant family in New Jersey, USA. He was a shy and introverted child since he was a child. Children his age don't like being with him because he knows nothing.

He comes last in every exam. The teacher doesn't want him to answer questions because he always says shyly, "I don't know." Everyone thinks he is a fool and an idiot. His friends laughed at him and said that he was always with failure. He was a loser. He is my brother. The neighbor said, "The child is doomed to accomplish nothing in the future."

He tried, but with little effect, his academic progress was almost zero. However, he is still working overtime and studying hard.

He wakes up every day afraid of going to school and being laughed at. On weekends, he sat in front of his house and looked at the smiling boys on the grass, feeling that his future was bleak.

As time goes by, the school is also considering persuading him to quit school.

Once, he saw an old man crying for a 1 bill bitten by a mouse. In order not to make the old man sad, he quietly went home and changed his usual coins into 1 dollar bills and gave them to the old man, saying that they were changed back by magic. The old man was very excited. He said he was a kind and clever boy.

When my father knew about it, he decided to take him out, and the destination was Boston. He said, "We can go by car." Father said, "Then let's take a bus." However, at a station halfway, my father got off to go shopping and forgot the departure time of the car. In this way, the car roared away in his shouts. He was scared and thought, "What can I do now? How can my father get to Boston without a car? " Boston bus station arrived, but when he got off, he saw his father waiting for him not far away. He ran quickly and threw himself into his father's arms, complaining about his anxiety all the way, worried that his father would not make it to Boston, and surprised at how he got there.

Father said, "I came by horse." He was taken aback. Father said, "as long as we can get to our destination, it doesn't matter how we get there." Son, just because you don't succeed in your studies doesn't mean you can't succeed in other areas. Let's change it! " At this point, he suddenly woke up.

Later, he saw that many people were in great pain because their dreams could not be realized, and he thought: If you use magic to help them realize, even if it is fake, at least their pain can be alleviated mentally.

From then on, he became very interested in magic and followed some magicians to learn magic.

He began to fight for his dream. The teacher who taught him magic found that he was very savvy in this respect and learned things quickly, and he could innovate on the original basis every time. Soon, he finished learning the skills of teachers, and he will change teachers. In this way, in just two years, he changed four magic teachers. Then, he became a famous magician-david copperfield.

Someone asked him how he succeeded. David copperfield said, "My father told me that success is like a fixed station for us. We are racking our brains to go there. Everyone is vying for seats on the bus. Those who didn't get seats had to wait for the next bus. But why can't we go to the station by horse or boat? Aren't we here? It's just that we changed the way. "

Finally, david copperfield said, "I learned later that all this was arranged by my father. In fact, the station is very close to Boston, and riding a horse is even faster than taking a bus, so my father arrived before me. "

Everyone has a home. When I am happy, I always want to tell my family about it. When I am sad, my first thought is to talk to my family. So home is beautiful and warm.

I remember when I was nine years old, it rained every day, and we left school early, but my family didn't know we would leave early, so no one came to pick me up and I didn't bring rain gear, so I had to put my schoolbag on my head, but the rain still dripped on me, and my home was far away. Alas, I had to go home in the rain, so I quickened my pace. Unexpectedly, I slipped and fell off the horse, but what can I do? I got up and continued. The rain is falling, and I am pattering around.

I slowed down because there was more traffic, so I had to stay in the rain for a while. With less traffic, I quickened my pace again. I was soaked to the skin and stuck to my body. After about 20 minutes, I finally saw my door. I pushed it away and walked into the room. Why is school over now? How did you become like this? "Mother asked," alas! I left school early today because of the rain, and no one came to pick me up, so I came back in the rain! " "Quick, go and cook a bowl of ginger soup for her." Grandma said and handed me a towel. I said, "I'll dry the book." "You go and change clothes, and I'll hang it up for you." Dad stopped talking. After a while, my mother brought me a bowl of ginger soup. "Come on, drink it while it's hot. "Grandpa said. I drank ginger soup and people felt very warm.

I feel like a lonely bird, first helpless, and finally found my own home. A fallen leaf falls, so home is its root, so I want to say? "It's good to have a home!"

I like the fields in my hometown from the bottom of my heart. Rape flowers reflect golden light in the warm sunshine, and the warm spring breeze rolls over the fields, scouring the golden petals. A few months later, the rape field unconsciously turned into a green lawn with some fragmentary petals left on it. Cicada and cricket sang loudly in the trees and fields, singing the joy of the whole summer. In autumn, cotton has changed from a little girl in bud to snowflakes falling on the branches. They show their heads one by one, look up at the blue sky, and breathe fresh air in big gulps.

When I was a child, I liked running on the ridge. Very exciting. There are vegetable fields on both sides of the ridge. The ridge is very thin, extending into the distance, as if weaving a big net. Occasionally, several uncles will carry the burden, which is full of vegetables. Farmers keep going all year round. Even so, I don't have to help my grandparents in my hometown like the little princess in the palace as usual. However, I will still be curious about the past "help". I like to beat wheat after the autumn harvest, holding a wooden rake much longer than my height and pushing it into a mound of wheat. I am weak, sometimes I can't push it, so I flatten it with my hands and run back and forth. At that time, I didn't know why I had to beat wheat. I only know how to imitate adults.

Sometimes, I will dig earthworms with a few children (they are all lazy and sneak out of the ground to play), dig in a little wet soil with a sickle, and then a few poor earthworms will be caught by us little demons. I put it carefully in my hand, lest it slip away. Earthworms groan in my hands, but they will soon become bait for fish. We immediately ran to the nearby small river beach, where the water was not deep, but clear enough to see the fine sand and stones below. Sometimes you can see small fish and shrimp swimming around in the cracks. Some people make their own fishing rods, and some people are threading earthworms with the wire they have picked up. Now, does that fish mean "the willing takes the bait"? Of course, we didn't catch anything, but we still enjoyed it. We didn't pack until the sunset covered the sky.

Crossing the field again, the golden rape flowers waved to us, and the frogs in the grass kept singing praises to say goodbye to us. Suddenly, they felt very welcome and marched towards the smoke with the sunset.

The stories of my hometown fields and childhood are vivid. They are all beautiful pictures in a memory album, as well as the scenery left in my heart. Those wonderful memories were pieced together into childhood puzzles and will remain in my mind forever.

Yesterday, I had a whim and some ideas. Now I have written them indiscriminately, which means ridicule. Chinese characters are really profound, especially the word "female", which can reflect the characteristics of contemporary women. I really have to admire Cang Xie's prediction.

As can be seen from the shape of the word "female", there is an oblique "mouth" in the middle, which is oblique and not formal; Five strokes in the mouth stretch five sides, and all five sides can speak; The heart is the center, the heart is not right, and the woman is vain; The overall reaction is verbosity, insincerity, empty talk and vanity. This is a typical feature of contemporary women. According to this statement, there are four people. No, the man only has one bite, all of which are sealed in a cross shape with glue, leaving only the strength of his face, so he can't speak and can only contribute. This is another reason to admire Cang Xie, because there will be such a thing as sealant after thousands of years.

Contemporary women are all empty talkers, instructed by vanity, and empty talk is inevitable, which mainly reflects the vanity in the middle. A woman must keep her promise. If she can't do it tomorrow, she must do it next month. There is no process. The best embodiment is that she hopes to "be a supervisor for one year and transfer to the city for half a year", but she will not accept the status quo, let alone think that she will be content with the status quo for the time being. Once the hope cannot be realized, the married husband has no ambition, and the unmarried father has no ambition. The ideal state is that the father is a high official, the husband is a rich man, his voice is three points higher than that of other women, and his vanity is greatly satisfied and he has a lot of face. By the way, he can also do whatever he wants through his father and husband. Isn't that happy?

Women talk a lot, but their words are two centers: money and power. This creates a comparison. Married people have more money power than their husbands, and unmarried people have more money power than their fathers. They all want their father and husband to have the money of Bill Gates and the power of Ban Ki-moon. A woman whose father and husband have no money and no power doesn't want to live in the world at all, because it's too humiliating, and life is worse than death: compared with other women who surpass themselves, a woman whose father and husband have money and power always wants to compare with others, and if she can't, she blames her father and husband, alas.

It was the ancients who understood women and appropriately shaped their character and some rules. "Seven Fruits" and "Three Obediences and Four Virtues" have created 5,000 years of civilization. In 5,000 years, the hen Wu Zetian only lasted for 40 years, and the civilization of 5,000 years is still there. In contemporary society, women are the world, husbands and fathers are just contributions, only money and power. What is civilization?

It is not enough to believe what you say on impulse and make everyone laugh.

Excellent composition in grade 8 10 When you see this topic, most people will think of the People's Liberation Army, soldiers and the like. Because in our image, those soldiers who fight are the most fearless. However, I really wrote about these soldiers fighting, which is an old topic. So, you guessed wrong. I wrote about the fearless "soldiers" around us.

Who the hell are they? Okay, give me a hint. Who is the most common person on the road at ordinary times? Pedestrian? Traffic police? No, no,no. Announce the answer, it's a sanitation worker. Strange, why do I call them fearless soldiers? Let me elaborate: it is not difficult to imagine who maintains the road sanitation in the whole city, of course, the sanitation workers.

Sanitation workers are mostly laid-off workers or migrant workers. Because of low education, I can only do this kind of hard work. But the salary is very low.

Think about it, the dust and rubbish on the road. Garbage in the middle of the green altar. Those sanitation workers cleaned it up. This kind of work is very hard, especially in cold and hot summer. Put yourself in the shoes, are you willing to do such a job? Honestly, I don't want to. Why? Because this kind of work has been preconceived "into the cold palace"

What if no one in the world does this kind of work?

Sanitation workers are always so thankless. The high temperature fee is always the lowest. The risk is always higher than that of office workers.

On the road, cars come and go. If you are not careful, you will be in danger of being hit. If that's it, forget it, but sometimes you will always hear the harsh insults of your host. At that time, I was thinking, what would happen if the owner was insulted?

Regardless of their own safety, they are involved in the environmental maintenance of the city. Not afraid of losing face or being insulted. Aren't they people? No self-esteem? That's not true. Maybe they think: if we don't do the work, no one will. Of course, this is my guess. But if it is true, who is willing to stand up and maintain environmental sanitation except them?

They are always so silently dedicated that they don't need praise from others. I just want to make the city clean with my own hands. "Don't let people boast that the color is good, just let the air be full of dry Kun." This poem is tailored for them.

It is no exaggeration to call them "fearless warriors"!