8th grade's composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. So, how to write a composition? The following are nine 8th grade compositions that I collected and sorted out. Welcome to share.

Chinese characters are the essence, pride and wisdom of the Chinese nation.

Chinese characters are square, each stroke is so harmonious, just like a lively and happy elf dancing happily on paper, so elegant that people forget their troubles. Every Chinese character is a wonderful picture, which makes people immersed in it; It is a lingering song that makes people listen; It's the refreshing fragrance of flowers, which makes people intoxicated.

In the early days, when there were no words, people used the method of "tying a rope to record things", but this method was inconvenient to express and use, so the social development was slow at that time. After the creation of characters in Cangjie, the development of human beings is getting faster and faster, which shows that Chinese characters are the ladder of the progress of the Chinese nation.

The evolution of Chinese characters has gone through thousands of years. From Oracle Bone Inscriptions to bronze inscriptions, seal script, official script, cursive script, running script [], and finally to regular script, there are amazing places.

Chinese characters can also describe what they express, such as the word "mountain", which is a simple expression of the mountain. Another example is the word "people", which is as steady as Mount Tai, motionless and motionless, and people simply show it; Another example is the word "wood", which is tall and straight, towering into the sky, with lush foliage and simple expression of wood. This is what mountains, people and trees can achieve.

People express and describe their feelings with the help of square characters, so there are many poems and articles. These poems are in one go, cadence, incisive and admirable. Isn't this the charm of Chinese characters?

Chinese characters, I am proud of you!

With the development of industrial civilization, the living environment of human beings has been affected, the environmental quality has gradually deteriorated, green has gradually left us, and the world has become smoky and has lost its vitality.

I remember it was the first day of the new semester. I'm on my way to school. There are no leafy trees on both sides, and the dazzling sunshine is not covered by lush branches and leaves. The sun is shining and sweat is running down my cheeks. Suddenly, I don't know which door and which household dropped a bag of garbage from upstairs and lost it all over the floor; A little boy and his father were walking and throwing paper towels. As a father, he not only failed to educate his children to protect the environment, but also made mistakes together. ...

On my way to school, I actually saw so many people who destroyed the sanitary environment. Please think it over. It's only been one day, and there is so much to see and hear on the road, not to mention the whole world. Calculate, the figures are so amazing that I can't imagine what the future earth will look like!

The deterioration of the environment is mostly man-made. In other words, nature's punishment is even more self-inflicted! Flood, drought, air pollution, biological decline, marine pollution ... all this is because human beings covet immediate interests and don't think much about the consequences-the ecological environment has been destroyed!

Biology provides basic food for human survival, medicinal materials of various animals and plants for human health care and various industrial raw materials for human beings. The biggest cause of biological death is the result of human activities, the destruction of natural ecological environment, the greenhouse effect caused by air pollution, and the killing of human beings, which has caused the reduction of biodiversity.

The noisy noise, pungent smoke and bad air in the city all need forests to help us solve our problems. When the natural environment is bad, people often think that the natural environment is bad, there is little precipitation, and the soil on the mountain is thin and thick, so it is impossible to form a forest. However, we should actually understand the causes of fruit. It is precisely because the forest here has been destroyed, the soil and water can not be preserved, and it is difficult for trees to reproduce, so the more serious the soil erosion is, the vicious circle is caused. How much contribution the forest has made to us! It not only absorbs carbon dioxide to ensure normal climate, but also has special significance for protecting biodiversity. It's like Gao Shiqi's forest song:

Forests, green oceans,

You are the first hometown of mankind.

……

You are a good partner of crops.

It needs you to prevent floods,

I also need you to fight drought.

It needs you to provide fertilizer,

I also need you to protect the soil.

You are a natural reservoir;

You absorb underground water,

Let the rain stay in the air.

You're an oxygen manufacturer,

You can filter the air,

Prevent dust from flying.

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The survival and development of human beings need a good natural environment and abundant natural resources. Humans will never be satisfied with the wealth obtained from the treasure house of nature, and always extend greedy hands to ask for it from nature, and will eventually be punished by nature. Now, let's work together to protect the natural environment, protect our homeland, and let green be with us!

Many students think that learning and playing are contradictory, but Ji Baoping, a girl of 16 years old, can coordinate learning and playing well. She studied easily and had a good time. As a student of 8th grade International Class in Wenzhou Experimental Middle School, she can communicate fluently in English, Chinese and Greek, know some Dutch and learn Italian. This little overseas Chinese was born in Italy, lived in Holland, Greece and other countries, and returned to China to study at the age of 14. The special life experience made Chinese and western cultures merge in her.

This semester, Bao Ping made remarkable progress in her grades and became the monitor. But her learning experience is simple: "Listen attentively in class, finish your homework as soon as possible after class, and do what you should do!" " In Bao Ping's eyes, many middle school students in Wenzhou don't have "weekends". They either attend classes at school or make up lessons in training classes. And she arranged the weekend very richly: on Saturday morning, she went to the city youth activity center to learn street dance; On Sunday morning, learn the piano. Learning efficiency is higher after relaxation.

Bao Ping has many hobbies, such as basketball, volleyball, football, badminton and table tennis. The school held a sports meeting, and she volunteered to participate in five events: shot put, javelin, discus, 100 meter and relay running. Lin, the head teacher of the international class, praised Bao Ping: "Do things simply and never hesitate to refuse. Once you join, you will devote yourself wholeheartedly and enjoy the process of participation. "

Bao Ping, who grew up in a foreign country, naturally has many western life concepts, but her bones are permeated with the traditional concepts of China people. The Chinese New Year is coming, and she is quietly preparing a love gift for her mother-a hand-woven scarf. "Mom is abroad, and doing business is very hard. My brother and I can only video chat with her on weekends. I feel that her life is a bit deserted. " One day, when she saw a shop selling wool on the road, her first thought was to knit a warm scarf for her mother. When she was in elementary school in Greece, she joined an interest group for knitting scarves and successfully knitted a pair of wool socks for her brother.

Teacher Lin said: "Bao Ping is considerate, both a sister and a' mother'." In order to take care of her younger brother who is two years younger than herself, when she entered the experimental middle school, she voluntarily chose to drop two grades and go to the same class with her younger brother. She has taken care of her brother since childhood and has been cooking for him since the fourth grade of primary school. She is good at frying steak, sausage, eggs, jiaozi, wonton and steamed bread.

I, a great man, Liu Zongyuan, never thought that there would be today. At this point, I was demoted to Yongzhou Sima, which is really unfortunate, unfortunate! My heart is in a mess, so my friends Wu Wuling and Gong Gu and I traveled to the Western Hills to get rid of my boredom.

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I was waiting for more than 20 steps to go west from the mountain1when I suddenly heard the sound of water gurgling, light and pleasant, like the collision of Yu Pei. In front of me, it is green. It turned out to be a dense bamboo forest. After discussion, everyone thinks that there must be running water behind this bamboo forest. So, they picked up tools to get rid of this eyesore. Suddenly, I saw a small stone pond surrounded by a bamboo forest.

Walking slowly, I saw that the water in the small pool was particularly cold, and a whole stone was used as the bottom. The stones on the shore are rolled into various shapes. Some are like islands, some are like mountains and some are like rocks. Green trees and green vines are covered, twisted, swaying, drooping and staggered.

There are about a hundred fish in the pond. They all swim in the air without any support. The sun shines on the bottom of the water, and the shadow of the fish should be on the stone, motionless and dull. Suddenly, I swam to the distance, and the communication was brisk and rapid, as if I were having a pleasant communication with tourists. Looking along the southwest direction of Tan Xiao, a stream slowly descends, winding like the Big Dipper and snake. The stream bank is uneven and uneven, so it is impossible to know its source.

Ererjing

Sitting on a small stone pond, surrounded by dense bamboo forests, I feel very lonely, I can't see anyone, and I feel very cold. The business in the province cannot but be sad and desolate. Seeing this bleak scene, I can't help thinking of my old friend Han Yu. Where is he now? ……

Three endings

I left, but my heart stayed there forever, by the desolate pool. ...

The fifth article of 8th grade's composition, "Little Boy, Little Trouble ..." I get bored every time I hear this song. Why? Because it is extremely outrageous. "Very little trouble", is this possible? No, whether on campus or at home, we are all "soft words", and there are countless troubles of kowtowing. The growth of age causes deep-seated problems, which are uncontrollable.

Looking forward to the success of children and daughters is a good wish of modern parents. My parents were tolerant of me since I was a child, but somehow, junior high school began to compete with me. Every time I go home, it goes without saying that quality and efficiency are for freedom. My parents always glare at my request. I admit that I am bored myself, but I don't want to be beaten and scolded, so I obediently went back to my desk to listen to English. "Unreasonable, too unreasonable." So I struggled for half an hour, and the English test came as scheduled, but I "have Cao Cao in my heart and Han in my heart", and a scolding is indispensable. Back in kindergarten, apples and bananas were so fluent that the teacher had to praise them for a long time. But let's be realistic.

It is a great honor to grow up again. I became the class representative. At 2: 00 a.m. every day, just an errand boy. The whole homework was badly written, and the teacher complained to me in the office; If there is less homework, take a message to your classmates and go to the office. When people with big "faces" ignore you, the teacher says that class representatives have no prestige and are unreliable. The most exasperating and frightening thing is that my classmates didn't hand in their homework, which made me squint because of some friendship, but I couldn't explain it to the teacher, making me not a person inside and outside. The petty bourgeoisie sentiment of being an official was completely obliterated. To paraphrase an old saying: when people are old, they have all kinds of troubles.

When I was a child, I looked forward to growing up, and when I grew up, I looked forward to returning to five and a half years old. For the senior high school entrance examination one year later, it is still hazy to put away these fantasies and look forward. Is it the god of success or the failure boy in the cloud? This is not a legend of ghosts and gods, but the "youth" in chains has lost its original taste, only bitterness and bitterness. Accept all troubles and avoid the torrent of rebellion even when you grow up. after all ...

In order to win, let troubles fire at me.

In the Chinese textbook, I learned that there is an old-timer named "Clay Fighter Zhang". His skill of kneading clay figurines is quite exquisite, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. During the "October 1st" period, I saw an old grandfather's colored clay craft, and then I deeply realized the charm of China folk art.

Grandpa looks over 70 years old, but his physique is tough. He rode a pony and set up a stall on the side of the road, with colorful and colorful clay sculptures on it. It's beautiful and attracts many onlookers. I only heard onlookers admiring this masterpiece and opening their eyes curiously.

Grandpa was very strange and said nothing. The price is only written on a small board with a tin can next to it. What does this mean? Grandpa skillfully took out a piece of colored mud and picked it up slowly. It is said that the raw materials of these works are actually made of colored glutinous rice, which is amazing! At this time, the number of onlookers has not decreased, but has increased. Everyone stared at the ever-changing colorful soil in their hands. Take the colored mud out of a small iron box, tear it off little by little, put it in your hand, rub it into strips, roll it into circles and roll it into pieces. After a dazzling and dazzling operation, the work was reborn. This is Nini, one of the mascots of the Olympic Games. Although it is only six or seven centimeters, it is distinct and lifelike, attracting waves of applause from people nearby.

At this time, the grandfather said, "These gadgets will not crack for three or five years after they are finalized. We can't throw away the craftsmanship handed down by our ancestors, but we must keep pace with the times! " These Fuwa are my old man's blessing to the Olympic Games! "This sentence won the applause and applause of someone in the place.

Then I realized that I had to throw the money in an iron can and take it away. Grandpa doesn't want to make money by this, but he really hopes that the craft of kneading colored mud can be passed down and won't be forgotten by people. Later, grandpa also said that if that really happened, he would die without regret.

A few days later, grandpa left. It should spread this national spirit in other places. With the patriotic feelings of a new generation of Chinese sons and daughters, these magical skills will never disappear and will become more and more popular. The traditional folk art of the Chinese nation will take root and sprout in every corner of China.

The bell in the ear is persistent, l, you know? That's the bell of heaven ringing to you.

In this story called Death Note, I was attracted by your unique temperament. When I first met you, you didn't have dark circles or bite your fingers. You are too thin in front of you. You smell lazy, which seems a bit out of place. You are barefoot, as if your body temperature were as cold as the floor.

They say that indifferent children are lonely.

Yes, you have always been lonely, analyzing the data on the screen alone. However, Kira appeared, and he was the night god moon. When you say that sentence with one voice: "I am", you are no longer lonely, because there is the moon. So later, under my puzzled eyes, you said to Yue, "Yue Jun, you are my only friend."

You make sure over and over again that your best friend is your enemy, and your palms are sweating because you are determined to catch Kira.

"Moon, if I die, you should live well for me." "Moon, I really want to die." L, you only show your fragile and simple side to the moon. That day, you were depressed because you couldn't find a clue to Kira. So, about a month out for a walk. The bell began to ring from then on. You ask, "Moon, don't you think this bell is noisy?" At that time, I didn't see the expression of Chu Moon clearly, but I heard him say, "There are no bells." It is raining. These are the tears of God. You shelter from the rain. You bend down gently to wipe your feet for the moon, and the moon wipes its face. At this moment, I realized that you are the same kind of people and need love and care. You, in particular, always eat sweets, because people like you are very insecure.

The bell is getting closer and closer to you.

When the spoon slipped from your hand and you fell in the arms of the moon, no one told me that justice may not have the last laugh.

You opened your eyes wide, shook your lips slightly and said, "Moon, it's really you." It turns out that you are also a timid child, and you didn't have the courage to admit that killers and enemies are your best friends until the last moment. It is also your little trust in the moon that makes you have to close your eyes and cover up your chocolate-like luxury life.

You can only be lonely forever, L. Your trust has given you a fatal blow.

Loneliness and love, for you, are all loneliness.

Speaking of father's sneeze, it is unique. I can't help but think of a folk saying, "scold three colds if you think about it." Although there is no science at all, it is always interesting to say. My father's sneeze caught my father's attention and made me ashamed.

My father sneezes three times in a row under any circumstances, but his body is great. Sometimes he sneezes on the sofa, and the sound can be heard throughout the room. Every time you sneeze, the last sneeze always drags on for a long time, and after each sneeze, you should suck your nose and exhale a big breath. Shake your head, shake your head.

However, I never thought that on that cold rainy day, my father's simple behavior brought me infinite guilt and self-blame.

It was cloudy that day, and it was almost impossible to tell where the clouds were and where the sky was. When the wind was blowing up and down, my father stood alone on the sidewalk, looking around with a big blue umbrella in his hand. Seeing my father, I hurried forward. "Let's go!" My father said to me gently.

I want to answer "hmm", maybe it's because I'm too tired to close my lips up and down. The voice was so low that I didn't hear it myself. I walked slowly, so I could see my father's back, with his shoulders high, his arms close together, and his left hand in his trouser pocket, which seemed very cold. It's about to cross the street. I have to keep up.

At this time, my father suddenly sneezed three times in a row and took a deep breath. The sound is exactly the same as the memory in my mind. When you sneeze three times, you lean forward a little, and at the end of each sneeze, you step back a little. My father quickly and casually asked me, "Is it cold?" The brown wool shirt has several wrinkles, showing a series of ripples on the back.

"Not cold." On the way home, I sneezed a few times, but it seems that my father found me and said to me, "I'll put on more clothes for you tomorrow." The sneeze that has not been finished is also forced back by this sentence. I don't want to worry my father. A few sneezes didn't come out, and my eyes were full of involuntary tears and emotional tears.

I hate myself a little now. I hate myself. Why didn't I ask "Is it cold?" Why can't I care about my father? I tried to defend myself, but I was immediately refuted silently by my conscience. My father doesn't think about himself first, but cares about me first. My attitude is so straightforward.

I have never sneezed like my father, nor have I been "scolded" like feudal superstition, even when I have a cold. My father's love for me has become natural, and I have long been accustomed to it. Looking back on those things, it seems that someone missed me deeply, sneezed and burst into tears.

It was placed in a secluded corner of the museum. Not many people will stop here to cheer for China's legacy.

The wide sleeves are magnificent, the exquisite patterns are elegant, the oxidized black hem shows the passage of time, and the folds on the skirt are a gift of time. (Description of infiltration of feelings, outstanding art) In the Song Dynasty, it was buried in the soil with the late owner, and it has been in the world for thousands of years when it was unearthed. Since the Qing Dynasty forced the Han people to shave their hair and change clothes, Hanfu, which has been sleeping under the loess for more than 300 years, has long been forgotten. Today's society is so impetuous, where can I live with my heart that loves Hanfu?

"Why buy these! I know I don't do my job all day, and I don't see you focusing on your studies! " The cloth was scattered all over the floor, red blood drops and yellow glare, such as knocking over the dye vat, like my heart, with mixed feelings. (Well, it's a bit like killing Kansai Town with three fists. ) My mother rested her hands on her hips and looked down at me sitting on the ground. "You are a middle school student, what clothes to make! Learn to wear strange clothes to show off, and be careful of being seen! Everyone will know who you are when you send it online! " I looked down, smoothed the cloth, folded it, and was unable to argue any more. Go back to my room, leave my mother's duties and unreasonable troubles at the door and curl up in the corner. Hanfu hanging behind the door was cut by light and shadow, half of it was shrouded in shadow, and the exposed part was wrinkled. Even the closest people can't understand it. After all, I can only be a lonely person who is not applauded.

The classroom is very quiet, only the sound of sewing machine jumping up and down. Senior sister put Braping with both hands and sent it forward with the operation of sewing machine. The smile on her face was dull, and she stared at the cloth seriously, and her eyes shone with brilliance. It seems that just yesterday, the senior wore a simple but elegant green dress, smiled slightly, and his eyes shone with such brilliance. "This is Hanfu, the traditional costume of the Han nationality." The bluegrass on the skirt is elegant and solemn, and there is a classical atmosphere in the air. Since then, I have become one of countless Hanfu lovers. After the needle is finished, the sleeve is formed. She cut off the extra thread and pressed out the shape of the sleeve with her palm. "You see, this is very good. Very simple, you try. " She handed me the trace of another piece of cloth, which was kind and pleasant. I remember her movements, trying hard and trying hard. She stood by, smiling and encouraging. That day, we spent a noon in the sound of the loom.

"Has this person ever crossed ..." "Is she from China, wearing a kimono ..." Walking in the street in Hanfu, even if the weather is cool, she can't resist the rolling heat wave. Cynicism and ridicule are just passing clouds. You can get used to everything. As long as there is faith, what's wrong with no one agreeing?

I went back to that corner of the museum. Wearing Hanfu, I raised my hand and bowed deeply to Mei Qi. Don't be afraid, I'm with you. Even if no one applauds, you should accompany me to my old age.