Excellent composition in eighth grade

No matter in school or in society, everyone must have been exposed to composition. Composition is a kind of speech activity in which people express their thoughts in written form. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are seven excellent compositions of Grade 8 that I compiled, hoping to help you.

Class 2, Grade 8, 1, an ordinary class shining with extraordinary splendour. Although the students in our class are not great, no one can beat us as long as we unite.

I remember once, the Chinese teacher asked us to read a composition. Liu Guiyao and Huang Yuku wrote about how bad Korea is. Others think it sucks, but Han is nice to them, because only when it can't be better can he make such a joke. This is the affection between classmates in our class and the friendship between friends.

Our class is not only United, but also tacit. Take our English class as an example. The English teacher asked us whether we were verbs or nouns, and we all said, "Verbs." The teacher said, "You are really wrong, too." We all laughed!

Our class is really great. There are countless awards hanging on the wall behind the class. Piaohongqi is in our class almost every week. In the triple jump competition, our class also won the first place. These achievements are the result of our efforts and unity. And the laughter of our class. Everyone in our class has their own unique smile. Perhaps this is not normal in the eyes of others, but it is the characteristic of Class 8 and Class 2 in our eyes.

Class 2, Grade 8, is like a home. Teachers are like our parents. They are afraid that we will meet together every day. I love the hard work of teachers, the unbreakable friendship of classmates, our laughter and joys and sorrows, our Class 8 and Class 2, and our home.

Our family has a beautiful mother, a procrastinating father and a naughty sister. Oh, don't forget, there is also an ambitious me.

A beautiful mother is the "boss" in the family. Dad and I have to listen to her, or she will roar, not to mention how scary it is! My mother is in charge of my study. She checks my homework meticulously. Once my handwriting was not good, she picked up an eraser and wiped it everywhere, erasing all the bad words. Often it takes me a long time to change it. But this meticulous inspection made my homework pass the teacher again and again, especially when I was praised by the teacher. Don't mention how happy I was that day.

My father who procrastinates is a slow man. Once, the teacher brought back a Lego and asked dad to finish it in a week. Dad lowered his head, played with his mobile phone and said, "OK, OK, don't worry!" " A week later, I asked my father, "Dad, Dad, where is my Lego?" "Dad patted his head and said shyly," Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. "Dad is really a drag!

Naughty girl, really naughty. Once, she took my 100 test paper while I was not looking. When I found it, she almost tore it up. What a naughty girl!

I am an ambitious little girl. I like playing basketball, playing football, running and skipping rope ... all sports are my favorite. In our school, I should be called "sports star".

I have a beautiful and warm home, and I love my family. Friend, what's your home like? Would you please tell me, too?

Looking forward to holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growth. Day after day, year after year, looking forward to the growth of childhood. ...

As a freshman, I am longing for Sunday. Because on Sunday, I can stay in bed until eight or nine o'clock, and I can watch TV for a long time. ...

My deskmate was ill and didn't come to school for two days. I have been thinking for two days, what is he doing at home, sleeping until eight or nine o'clock, or staying in front of the TV and refusing to leave?

On the third day, I came to school and saw my deskmate sitting in my seat, telling my classmates about my "happy" life. At this moment, a "conspiracy" happened in my mind.

After school, I ran home quickly, took out my thermometer and put it in hot water, waiting for my mother anxiously and patiently. Hearing the familiar sound of opening the door, I put the thermometer under my arm in hot water, walked up to my mother and said with a sad face, "Mom, I have a headache and it's cold." Do you think it is a fever? " Then he took the thermometer out of his armpit and handed it to his mother.

I thought my mother would be in a hurry after reading it, but I didn't expect her to put her hand on my forehead in no hurry. "Why is it not hot?" I quickly argued, "Is the thermometer accurate or your hand accurate?" "Come on, I'll take you to the doctor." Mother took my hand and walked to the clinic.

I was so scared that when I got to the clinic, my "conspiracy" would definitely be discovered. I dared not confess to my mother, so I had to resign myself to fate.

When I got to the clinic, my mother asked me to wait at the door. I went in and said a few words to the doctor before I came in. The doctor took my temperature and said, "I am very ill." Hearing this, I am very happy. I think God is blessing me and deceiving the doctor. ""You need such a thick needle. " The doctor said as he drew a circle like steamed bread with his hand. His gestures and voice startled me. I ran out of the clinic in three steps, and my mother chased me out.

My mother quickly grabbed me and said, "Are you sick?" I was speechless, and she went on to say, "Like your temperature, even a donkey was burned to death, and your thermometer was broken." ……

Later, I learned that my mother and the doctor jointly "exposed" this "conspiracy" that I thought was perfect. Since then, whenever I get sick, my mother always says, "Is the thermometer burned out again, or is the donkey burned to death again?" I was too embarrassed to speak.

Oh, a wonderful childhood ... this matter is listed as an embarrassing champion by me, so let it accompany me forever and be embarrassing forever.

There are a lot of concerns around me. They have been around me, making me feel warm and happy. These concerns come from family, school and life.

It was a cold winter and I was still in primary school. The heaviest snow in decades began to fall in Zhengzhou. Overnight, the whole city of Zhengzhou was wrapped in white, covered with a layer of "snow coat", dazzling and shining with white light.

As soon as I went out in the morning, a chill came over my face, and I couldn't help shrinking my neck. Looking at the white world, my father said, "It's snowing too hard. You wait for me to take you to school by electric car. " But when we went downstairs, we found that the snow was about ten centimeters thick and the electric car could not "walk" at all. The electric car can't move, which worries me. At this rate, I am sure to be late. Dad said, "You go to school first, I'll go back and put the car down first, and I'll catch up with you later." Afterwards, I walked back. I stepped on the snow that didn't pass my trouser legs and walked carefully in the direction of school. I'm afraid of falling down because my feet are too slippery. Maybe it's because it's early. I'm the only one with footprints in the snow. Soon, my father caught up with me from behind and took my hand and walked to school. I walked faster because those hands gave me courage and strength. As I walked, I looked at those cold hands that were frozen because I didn't wear gloves, and those hands that were covered with cocoons to support this family. Footprints on the road are no longer lonely, because they are accompanied by dad's footprints. It is difficult to walk on the expressway, and cars can basically pass normally. Sanitation workers on both sides of the road are busy shoveling snow. A long-distance bus came, and my father spent 150 yuan to take me on the bus. It didn't take me long to get on a road outside the school. We got off the bus, and my father led me across the road and walked on the road connecting the back door of the school. The front door is under construction, and the students use the back door in unison. ) It is different from before. Although this road is full of snow, there are too many people who have been trampled down. It has become "ice" and it is particularly slippery to walk on. Before long, I almost slipped. Fortunately, my father's strong hand pulled me, and my legs were in close contact with the ground, but I didn't fall too hard. After holding me steady, my father continued to hold my hand and walked to school. Although my feet are frozen hard because my shoes are wet, I don't feel cold at all, because my father's "cold" hands keep giving me send warm.

When I arrived at school, although it was past morning, I was not late-the school was delayed for half an hour because of the weather.

By the time I got to the classroom, all the students had arrived, except a few students like me who had not arrived at school because their homes were far away. The teacher also began to lecture. I gasped and shouted "Report". The whole class looked at me, first surprised, then concerned. The teacher's concerned voice came: "Come on in." Sitting in my seat, I looked at myself. Because of the "half fall" just now, my pants were covered with snow, and my deskmate gave me a concerned look. I watched, felt the care of my classmates and teachers, remembered the care of my father, and felt the warmth of my hands. I feel warm and happy.

I feel the love from my family, school and life. I feel happiness from caring, taste the taste of happiness and enjoy the warmth of happiness in the cold winter!

Spring Festival is an indispensable festival for China people. In China, everyone will set off firecrackers in front of the TV and watch the Spring Festival Gala with their families. This Spring Festival, our family held the annual Spring Festival Gala. Come and have a look with me!

Roasted seeds and nuts, fruits and snacks are all on the table! Lanterns lit up the whole room and it was very lively. Everyone is sitting around a big round table, namely my 1 1 relatives and two distinguished Tibetan guests. Everyone summed up 20xx affectionately and welcomed it. At first, grandpa talked about the history and future of the country, and we gave him warm applause. These are our four children. Elder sister is a senior three this year. She tells about her grades of 20xx and gives red envelopes to our children with her scholarship. Everybody is happy! My second sister and my sister in Tibet both talked about their' hope' for the new year. It's my turn I feel a little hairy, itchy and a little excited. As soon as I stood up, my mind went blank and I didn't know what to say at the moment. Everyone gave me warm applause. I swallowed and said, "Happy New Year, everyone. Let me talk about my three "soaring" this year! It is achievement, height and weight! " Everyone laughs at weight. The tension in my heart turned into courage, patting my chest and saying, "This year, my three" has soared. "Everyone can see that my grades have made great progress and my height has grown a lot. As for my weight, I won't say much. I wish everyone a better and better New Year! " Everyone laughed again and gave the warmest applause. I sat back in my seat and felt a warm current in my heart. The following programs make people laugh, perform, give out red envelopes and watch the Spring Festival Gala, which means that the new year should be full of smiles and success!

Yes, the Spring Festival is like this. This is a complete Spring Festival with family and parties!

When there are more and more geese in the blue sky, when you walk in the forest, small yellow leaves swirl and fall silently on your shoulders. At this time, autumn, a messenger of love who makes the earth full of vitality, has quietly come to us.

If, on a rainy day, you come to our beautiful campus, at that time, you will feel the strange beauty of autumn like spring. As soon as I entered the campus, pieces of wheat and Ophiopogon japonicus like green carpets were lying in gardens of various shapes, which seemed particularly leisurely.

Walking up a row of concrete steps, we came to Little Square, where we had recess activities. There are several big flower beds next to Little Square. Look, Miss Qiu gave Li Hongye a red T-shirt. Gently shaking my slim figure, crystal water drops fell from the dark red leaves to the ground, making a "spluttered" sound on my face, feeling cold. Breathing fresh air broadens my mind.

The spiny gladiolus asked Miss Qiu to give it a green T-shirt. Touch that long knife. If you are not careful, it hurts when you are stabbed. There is a brown "dead branch" in the center of gladiolus. Although the white flower on it has withered, I still like it because it has a vigorous beauty.

Autumn rain is still falling, and I don't want to leave, because I like autumn, its strange beauty like spring, and the charming campus in the rain and dew.

Eighth grade excellent composition 7 Hello everyone! Today, I will tell you about the Dai people's Water-splashing Festival.

Water-splashing Festival is a traditional festival of Dai people, where splashing water is called "a drowned rat". And those places that are splashed with people will be filled with happiness and auspiciousness.

Every water-splashing festival, Dai people put on gorgeous clothes and take pots to the streets. The buckets in the street are full of water, and colorful petals are scattered in the water. People are happily pumping water and throwing it at people around them. The person who was splashed also "retaliated". When they are tired of playing with spray, water drips down their hair and their clothes are soaked. The street is full of joy and joy.

Songkran Festival is the favorite festival of Dai people, and it is also the happiest festival of Dai people. If you really want to experience the joy of the Water-splashing Festival, go and see the Dai people!