8th grade Volume II Unit 1 Chinese Composition

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8th grade Volume I Unit 1 Chinese Composition 1 Recently I read an article "Song for Mother". After reading it, I can't be calm for a long time, which makes me feel that maternal love is great!

This article describes the author's love for his mother. The author says that mother's love is like the rain and dew in spring, which moistens her heart. It is her mother's behavior that makes her strong and enterprising, so she should praise her mother.

When I read: "Mom always wants us to eat delicious food and never says what she wants to eat." At that time, I couldn't help thinking of my mother. My mother, like the mother in the article, always takes pains to cook some delicious meals that I like to eat in order to increase nutrition. When did my mother go to the supermarket and didn't buy a few bags of my favorite food? When did mom put down her stomach and have a big meal? When did my mother buy designer clothes? Another year, my mother washed my dirty cotton-padded clothes and didn't wash the bloody chilblains on my hands? ! My conscience tells me in despair: no!

I remember it was a cold winter and my mother was washing my dirty cotton-padded clothes by the pool. I feel cold tap water stabbing my mother's hand like a sharp steel needle. I saw my mother blowing into her hand while washing her hands. I walked over and gently took my mother's hand. Oh, my God! Mother's hands washed out bloody frostbite. Suddenly, my heart seems to have been severely stabbed by a knife, which is very painful. Looking at my mother's hand, I couldn't stop crying like a string of pearls with broken lines. What a great maternal love! What a deep maternal love! Maternal love is as clear as running water, and I feel the greatness of maternal love in running water.

There are many songs dedicated to my mother in the world. I want to sing the most beautiful song for my dear mother.

8th grade Volume I Unit 1 Chinese Composition 2 My mother is a restless person.

One night in late autumn last year, my mother sewed a cotton-padded jacket under the lamp. This is the only time when mom is free. During the day, my mother works in other people's homes, and when she gets home, she has to cook to put her sister to sleep. After these things, my mother did something else. At this time, I finished my homework and ran into my mother's room. I thought my mother was watching TV. As soon as I entered the door, I was shocked: "Mom, who are you sewing a cotton-padded jacket for?" Mom said, "Here you are!" I quickly replied, "What time is it now? Do you still make me a cotton-padded jacket?" Mother said, "Winter is coming soon. I'll do it then, and I won't freeze you! " "I didn't say anything more, just laughing at my mother's alarmism in my mind.

Months passed and winter finally came. The north wind roared, and the goose feather and snow were flying all over the sky. As soon as I went out, the whistling cold wind made me tremble all over. At this moment, my mother came over with a cotton-padded jacket and handed it to me. I was shocked! Mom smiled and said, "It's a good thing I did it in advance, or you will suffer in such a cold day!" " ! Go put it on! "When I put on that new cotton-padded jacket, a warm current immediately flooded my whole body.

I feel warm in this new cotton-padded jacket. Although my hands are cold, my heart is warm. In fact, there were not many people wearing cotton-padded jackets in the class at that time, only us. Other students are shivering with cold, and their envious eyes make us feel so proud! All day, my face was full of smiles.

This cotton-padded jacket is really warm, and there is mother's love!

8th grade Volume I Unit 1 Chinese Composition 3 That winter, I was a day student, and my home was far from school, so running around in the morning and evening became a hassle. My father always picks me up on time every night. I'm not a child anymore. I voluntarily walk to school by myself in the morning.

That morning, because I stayed up late last night, I really couldn't get up. I unconsciously closed my eyes and said, "Get up! It's getting late! " Someone knocked at my father's door. I had to stand up and open the door. A cold wind poured in, and I couldn't help shivering. Through the crack of the door, I saw my father's back: thin body, hunchback. ...

After washing, I looked at the time. There are only 20 minutes left. What should I do? If I am late, I will be punished! No way, I had to bite the bullet and come to my father's house: "Dad, send me today." In fact, dad had already dressed and waited quietly in the room, as if waiting for me.

My father pushed out his motorcycle and took me on the road. At dawn, even the air was so cold, and the cold winds on both sides stung my face. I curled up and leaned against my father's back. Father subconsciously straightened his back, and suddenly I found that his back was straight. His broad back was like a thick wall to block the cold wind for me.

When I got to school, the car ran out of gas. My father and I looked at each other, speechless. Father turned and pushed the car away. I watched him walk around the corner, and finally I couldn't help it. Two lines of tears crept down. In the misty eyes, I seem to see my father leaning forward, pushing the car and walking on that long slope ... the back of love stayed on that long slope and in my heart.

Father's back is entrusted with his great and deep love. Father, I love you!

8th grade Volume 1 Unit 1 Chinese Composition Article 4 Every day at the school gate, what I look forward to most is her caring eyes and kind attitude, as well as her warm care for me at school. She, my mother, is my spiritual pillar and the sunshine in my life. No matter how windy it is outside and how cold it is, as long as I play the coquetry in her arms, I will forget any sadness and shadow in the world.

Sometimes, my classmates' aimlessness at school often makes me want to fight with my classmates. When I get home, I often take it out on my sister. Once, I quarreled with my sister again, and my mother stood at the door of the room with a stick, her face half blue and half black. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my heart from all over. Finally, the feeling of pain disappeared, leaving only whispers and sobs. Did my mother cry? Mother who has been gritting her teeth cried! I began to regret it.

Afterwards, my mother touched my head and said, "You are so desperate to mess up, and it's not me who finally cleaned up the mess?" Don't you know that your impulsive temper will harm you for life? To act rashly is to have no patience, you know? Treat people with a little kindness, don't add unnecessary disputes, think twice before you act, think about the people we love, think about ourselves, and be gentle. What does it matter if someone scolds you? If he has no self-restraint, will you follow him? You ... in short, you just lack' warmth, massiness, kindness, kindness'. "Especially the last four words, when my mother spit it out in her gentle and firm mouth, have been deeply rooted in my heart. I know that my mother's kindness has been poured into my heart and I can't leave it anymore.

Whenever I have another argument with others, I will think of my mother's words. At this moment, my clenched fist will slowly loosen, and my burning anger will slowly cool down. Gradually, people always praise me for my good temper. I never let sadness, ecstasy and anger control my emotions. I know that these are by no means my nature, but I am glad that I died like a wild animal and survived a big difficulty. From then on, I can reduce a lot of regrets. I think, so far, the person who has the greatest influence on my future personality and future should be my mother!

8th grade Volume I Unit 1 Chinese Composition Article 5 "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures. If you throw it into your mother's arms, you won't enjoy happiness ... "Every time I sing this song, I can't help crying. Because my mother has done a lot for me, I can't repay her kindness to me all my life.

It happened yesterday. Yesterday at noon, my mother kindly asked me, "Yusi, what do you want to eat at noon today?" I'll do it for you. "I replied without hesitation:" I want to eat potato stew! " Mom said, "All right! I went out to buy it. "I think the weather outside is so bad that my mother went out and bought potato stew for me to eat. I thought to myself: What should I do if my mother is in trouble? What should mom do if she catches a cold for me? If something happens to my mother for me, I will feel guilty. The more I think about it, the more nervous I get.

After a while, my mother went home. When she got home, her hands trembled with cold. My mother said to me, "It's so cold outside that there are no stalls for vegetable sellers." . So I searched one by one and finally found one! "I said to my mother," Mom, are you okay? "Nothing," mom said. I said to my mother, "Mom, stew a potato for me quickly! "! I am greedy! "Mom said," OK, I'll do it right away! " "

After a while, there was a delicious smell, and I left my saliva behind. I said impatiently to my mother, "Mom smells good! I'm dying, are you ready! " Mom said, "it's almost ready, but it needs to be stewed for a while, otherwise it won't taste good." I just sat on the sofa and waited quietly. But I really can't help myself. I went to the kitchen to get chopsticks and grabbed a piece of meat to eat. "wow! Delicious! " I said, my mother smiled and said "greedy cat", and I smiled, too.

When the food was served, I thought: Now I can eat delicious food!

This is the unique good mother in my heart!

8th grade Volume 1 Unit 1 Chinese Composition Article 6 My mother has a white face and big watery eyes under her curved eyebrows. My mother always likes to look at me quietly, and her gentle and kind eyes are shining with love. Sometimes, she likes to reach out and gently touch the hair on my forehead, and the soft and slender fingertips are full of love.

I remember once when I was doing my homework, I looked at the extracurricular books on the side and my heart was ready to move. "No, it's bad to be found!" I was shocked by the thoughts in my heart and quickly reminded myself. My heart is like two little people fighting fiercely. Finally, I pretended to do my homework while holding the pen, while tilting my head and savoring the twists and turns in the book.

I was studying hard when the door creaked open. As a thief, I suddenly turned around and saw that familiar face. The difference is that my mother's face is more surprised, disappointed and angry.

Shame and remorse filled my heart, and I rushed to my mother's side and said falteringly, "Mom, I'm sorry." Somehow, when the words came out, my mother's face seemed a little more gratified and tolerant. Mother held me in her arms and patted me on the back. Her silent language deeply touched me, and her gentle eyes soothed my pounding heart.

Back at my desk, I put the extra-curricular books away and made up my mind silently: I will never read extra-curricular books when I am doing my homework again! Looking back at my mother's expectant eyes, I straightened up and wrote my homework in an orderly way.

Unconsciously, a plate of fruit caught my eye. I looked up, oh, it's mom! My mother looked at me meticulously, and finally raised her mouth and showed a sweet smile.

This smile is like a warm sun that can melt the ice and snow all winter; This smile seems to be a spring breeze that can blow away the thick smog. My heart is full of happiness at the moment.

This is the most beautiful mother in my eyes.

8th grade Volume I Unit 1 Chinese Composition 7 The sweetest word a person's lips can say is mother; The most beautiful name is "mom". My mother is the most grateful person in the world. She gave me life, love and warmth.

I remember when I was a child, when I moved to a new home, my parents were busy moving, leaving only a few sisters to look after me. And I accidentally fell off the chain supported by two iron pillars for fun, and I touched the back of my head and bled. My mother was frightened and quickly took me to the hospital for dressing. At night, when I fell down, my head was swollen and painful, and I cried when I touched it gently. My mother is afraid that I will not sleep well. She took the softest pillow in the house and let me rest. She's afraid I'll leave a hangover, too. She stayed up for several nights and insisted on giving me medicine during the day. How much she loves me!

Once I went to the hospital for an injection, the nurse stabbed me three times in a row and took the bag away. Always strong, I finally couldn't help crying after pulling out the third needle, and my mother also cried with distress. She said that she would never let me get sick again from now on. My mother loves me so much and pays for me selflessly, but I don't understand my mother or her.

Winter is coming. One day, my mother suddenly brought me a knitted sweater in high spirits and asked me to try it on. I looked up and saw that the sweater was rustic. So I said without thinking, "Mom, who still wears it these days? What do you think? " After listening to my words, my mother suddenly darkened her eyes and said, "Oh, I'll take you to buy one another day." Say that finish, leaving a stiff smile and left.

Looking back now, how stupid I was! My vanity must have hurt you deeply.

Ah, mom, in the face of your selfless care and dedication, my daughter can only give a deep kiss now. I hope this pure kiss can heal the scars left by your daughter in your heart; I hope a sincere kiss can make our mother and daughter more connected!

Ah! Mom, I love you!

8th grade Volume I Unit 1 Chinese Composition Article 8 Some people say that maternal love is selfless; Some people say that maternal love is great; I said that maternal love is God's most beautiful gift to each of us.

I can't forget who is asking for cold and warmth around you and me in the cold winter; I can't forget, I have a fever and a cold, who has been waiting for you and me; I can't forget how many sleepless nights, who helped us cover the quilt again and again … Oh, the selfless mother; It is a generous mother; It is the earth of millions of great mothers.

People often compare mothers to sunshine and rain, and children to flowers and plants. Yes, if there is no sunshine, no rain and dew, how can young seedlings thrive, how can they become lush towering trees, and how can they bloom with the most charming and dazzling light? Whenever and wherever, mothers always silently dedicate their love to their children. Every mother, in her children, pours hope and reposes hope.

Motherly love is not as thought-provoking as fatherly love; Nor will it be as unforgettable as teacher's love; But she also has a bright side. Every mother moistens our hearts with their love, and they teach us the truth of being a man. Perhaps the mother's painstaking efforts are nothing to children, but in their hearts, they are the most precious and rare. Mother created one after another with her selfless love. When you and I succeed, mother's smile is the best reward, but you can easily find that there are many wrinkles on mother's smiling face; When you and I are frustrated, my mother will always use that kind word to gently heal the wounds in our hearts and pull you and me out of the sea of disappointment again and again. At this time, you will feel a warm current flowing in your heart and mine.

Ah, mom! I praise you! I praise you! You, like a ladder, lead us to glory; You are like a key to help us open the window of our hearts.

8th grade Volume I Unit 1 Chinese Composition Article 9 Past events keep flowing in my memory. They are like a drop of water, which merged into a long river of memory in my mind. Every now and then something jumps in my heart like a beautiful wave.

I remember it was noon in winter and the teacher assigned a lot of homework. When I came home from school, my mother had not finished cooking. I shouted at my mother, "The rice is not cooked yet. Today's homework can be multipolar! " "At this moment, my mother stopped her work, smoothed her hair with her hand, wiped the sweat on her head and said," Good morning, why don't you miss adults? My mother was not idle ... "I slammed the door before my mother finished." That's too loud. But I have an indescribable satisfaction in my heart. Ignoring my mother's long sigh, I turned and went to school. I don't know when someone is calling me, ah, it's mom, standing in front of me with a lunch box in her hand. Mother carefully put the lunch box on the table and called my name. I looked down angrily, just finished my homework, and my thoughts were already confused. Mother said earnestly, "It's cold. What if I don't eat?" Mom said, stroking my hair with her hand. Her hand touched my cold face and I shuddered. I looked up and saw my mother's hands and messy hair frozen by the cold wind. She looked at me with loving eyes, and I was moved by my mother. My mother is usually very busy. In order to make me eat delicious food, my mother cooks for me after coming home at noon every day, takes a cold steamed bun and goes to work. Thought of here, a warm current rushed to my whole body, my nose was sour, and tears flowed out like spring water. Looking at my mother's distant back, I feel deeply guilty. I hate my rudeness and willfulness, but I feel more deeply that maternal love is selfless and great. I love my mother, so I want to repay my mother's kindness with actions and my daughter's love for her.

8th grade Volume I Unit 1 Chinese Composition 10 I am a pen used to dance with numbers.

On the yellow and somewhat rough ledger, my master took me and carefully and carefully wrote down a series of figures and items representing income and expenditure, making a small rustling sound.

My master is not rich. This old account book shows how hard she works and how she saves money to record an item called "income" in the account book. I often see the host holding the phone, asking about the lost child and asking him if he has enough money. Remember to add a thin coat in winter? My master worked so hard just to make the children studying in other places live a good life.

My master is great. Most of the things she makes and uses are things that most people think are cheap and unsightly. She always eats three meals hastily, and immediately goes to the community to collect waste products that others don't want and buy them for resource recyclers. Although she can only earn less money a day, she always smiles kindly when she sees more income in the ledger, because in this way, she can give more to her children.

My master is very strong. After her husband died, she shouldered the livelihood of her family and worked hard to bring up her two children by recycling resources. She never complains, but pays silently. While others are watching TV and having a rest at home, she pushes an old handcart and shuttles through the streets looking for waste products that can make a living at home. When others were sleeping soundly, she took me and carefully recorded the expenses and income of the day.

After a few months, the ink in my body gradually ran out. Thank God very much for letting me come to my master's hand and share my joy with her. Seeing the master who is a mother is so great and so strong; See how gentle a "mother" loves her children, as pure and clean as a stream; Seeing love is so beautiful in this world.

I sincerely thank God for letting me write this book called Motherly Love.

The first volume of Grade 8 Unit 1 Chinese Composition 1 1 In the vast universe, there are so many puzzling things, how I long to know the mysterious world. But, mom, I ignored you, my mother, by my side.

Mom, what a warm sentence, but I ignored its meaning. My mother gave birth to me and raised me, and I have paid a lot of hardships, but sometimes I boss my mother around! Mom, here, I want to say: I'm sorry!

Usually, the teacher always tells me that we should observe the dribs and drabs around us in order to write a good composition. I always take you as the prototype and write one emotional article after another. However, now I suddenly find that I have never understood you and your love well. It turns out that the mother's love of unrequited love has been quietly paying for me by my side.

I still remember the story you told me when I was a child, especially the hardships when you gave birth to me: it was a cold early spring morning, and I was lying quietly in your stomach. Suddenly, you think you can't feel my heart beating, so you call the doctor. After a long wait, I was lucky enough to come to this loving world safely.

Mom, I haven't forgotten the scar on your stomach. That long scar proved my birth. I am a weak and dying fetus. Your love gave me life and made me cry for the first time. I haven't forgotten the tired and gratified smile on your face when you hugged me and shouted "baby" to me; I didn't forget the furniture name literacy note you posted on the furniture and said to me, "Baby, this is the door, this is the bed, remember!" " "... in a blink of an eye, I became a big girl, and you gave me the right guidance. I still haven't forgotten that you held up an umbrella for me in the storm. I know, in your eyes, I am still that little "dawn".

I am 12 years old this year. I will always remember you. Mom, I am a bud in bud, and you are a green leaf to shelter from the wind and rain. With you, I have strength!

Mom, when I grow up, I will take care of myself and raise a red sun for my elderly mother!

In the second volume of Grade 8, Unit 1 Chinese composition 12, I read Walking and Qiu Si with my mother and watched the movie The person who loves me the most in the world has gone. While watching, her eyes turned red, and after reading, she was excited for a long time. There is a kind of love that pays silently, asks for nothing in return and is meticulous, and that is maternal love.

After watching the movie, I feel that maternal love is actually in my life, but I have long been used to it. Motherly love is in the rich and delicious meals every day, in the repeated warm exhortations every day, and in the knowing smile when watching children grow up a little. Whenever it is a holiday, my mother will take me out to play. She said that while I was studying in thousands of books, I had to take Wan Li Road. Although I have entered junior high school and don't have much entertainment time, I am still very happy, so I can say that my childhood was very happy when I recalled it later.

However, I don't know when I got a little tired of this "nagging love". When my mother finally urged me to do something, I was already very busy. "Can you leave me alone? I'll arrange it myself ... "I shouted at my mother. As soon as the voice fell, I saw that her expression was a little stiff. She just shut her mouth, then silently turned and closed the door. The room suddenly became quiet. I'm a little scared. Chatting with my mother at night, holding her and saying a lot of heart-to-heart words. My mother said that she could understand that we really need different ways and means at our age. She said that it was her first time to be a mother, and we could be best friends in the future. We can discuss with each other and tolerate each other.

I am especially fortunate that I have an enlightened and respectful mother who knows me best and loves me the most in the world. Mom! You grew up with me, and I grew old with you. Mom, I love you!