Whether you are in school or entering the society, everyone will be exposed to composition more or less. Composition writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down our mind, and think about our future direction. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are 10 excellent compositions for eighth grade that I have compiled. You are welcome to learn from them and refer to them. I hope they will be helpful to you. Excellent composition for eighth grade, Part 1

The footsteps of winter gradually go away, and in a blink of an eye, Miss Spring is walking towards us again with light steps.

The ice and snow melt, the willows are green and the flowers are red, and the sky is blue and flawless, making people feel refreshed.

The spring creek is crystal clear, like crystal clear crystal, and like silver ribbons, winding and flowing eastward. The spring water makes a tinkling sound, just like the music played by the spring girl. This beautiful music is mixed with the sound of birds, the sound of wind, and the sound of people talking... These many sounds form a perfect ensemble. A "Spring Symphony" was written to vividly display all the joy and beauty of spring!

The mountains in spring are green and not as desolate as in winter. They are vibrant, full of vitality and full of content. Passion. Being in the mountains and forests is like walking into a picture scroll. The crystal dew on the leaves in the early morning is clearer than the stream and sweeter than honey. There are many flowers in the mountains: orchids, pear blossoms, peach blossoms, apricot blossoms... You can even see a few plum blossoms among the colorful flowers. They bloom in the wind, bright and dazzling, and stand proudly and independently among the spring flowers. The pride of "there will be no more flowers after all the flowers have bloomed".

The spring breeze combs the willow tree's hair, and the willow tree swings its charming long hair, proudly dressing up by the river. Look, the spring breeze blows the mountains green, melts the ice and snow, makes the flowers nod, makes the willows dance, and makes the children's faces turn red.

The green grass is like a lively child, poking his head out from the ground naughtily, stepping on it, soft, as if stepping on a green carpet, the spring breeze blows, They danced happily in the wind.

What I love most is the spring rain. It is like a kind mother, caressing each of her children with her hands. The flowers bloom one after another under the nourishment of the spring rain, which is extremely wonderful; The stubble crops thrive in the watering of spring rain and are full of vitality. Walking into the fields, "farming cattle are everywhere", and the entire farmland is a busy scene. Under the nourishment of the spring rain, the farmer uncles are smiling.

Spring is full of vitality and beautiful, let us walk into spring, into this colorful spring full of vitality! Excellent composition for eighth grade 2

As we gradually grow, In the process of growing up, when recalling the past time, I will always find something deeply imprinted in my heart, my treasure of time ----- the music box.

When I was in the first grade of elementary school, my mother gave me a piano-shaped music box. At the time, I thought it was amazing that this little box could actually make sounds! However, it became an item that I carried with me without even realizing it.

Because my parents are busy at work, I often sleep alone at night. In the dark night, it seems like there are some monsters and monsters that will snatch me away at any time. I was very helpless and lonely at that time. I turned the music box gently and the music started to play. With the beating of each note, all the fears in the night were forced back and disappeared without a trace. Every night with music becomes a warm night. My mood always flies freely with the melody, and then I fall asleep unconsciously.

One afternoon my music box disappeared, and it took me several months to recover from my sadness.

Time flies, and now I am already in the second grade of junior high school. When I was sorting out clutter this year, I found this music box in a box that had been dusty for a long time. I am deeply grateful! Because it is so important to me. It is of great significance and reminds me of many past events. It also reminds me of how innocent and ignorant I was at that time. I patted the dust on it and turned the music box again. Even though the spring inside was loose, the music played was still so warm and moving, the rhythm was still light, and every note was so touching.

Everyone has their own treasure of time. On the road of life, it may weave your dreams, or it may connect you with the things you long for. But in fact, the most important thing it brings you is not only these, but also the beautiful and long-lasting memories that are deeply ingrained in your heart. Excellent Composition for Eighth Grade Part 3

Autumn always gives people a melancholy feeling. The poet Liu Yuxi once wrote: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely." This poem expresses the poet's sadness, and "autumn" plays a key role here. However, on our campus, autumn has another unique scene.

There is no yellow scene in autumn on campus, but spring-like green. There is a small garden on the right side of the school laboratory building. The plants in the garden are still green, and there is no hint of autumn. The flowers and plants in the garden were carefully trimmed into the four characters "Beijiang Star" and surrounded by boxwoods, which inspired us to work hard. There are also many iron trees planted in the garden, with green leaves on them, making people feel as if they have crossed over from winter to spring.

When it comes to spring, the willow trees that symbolize the most spring not only do not fall off their leaves, they also sprout buds like spring, unaffected by the cold air. Of course, there are also pavilions, bridges and flowing water in the garden. The water surface is covered with green duckweed, which is common in summer, and the water is also reflected green. Look, look up from the green pool. The air, mid-air, top to bottom are so clear, so green, the whole thing is an ethereal green crystal. Of course, only a patch of green is enough? There is so much greenery next to the complex building and in front of the dormitory building. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree exudes bursts of fragrance, and the fresh smell of the grass is brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds seem to be obsessed with these green spaces. Their cheerful figures can be seen everywhere on the branches and in the grass. Every noon, you can always hear them showing off their crisp singing voices and singing melodious tunes

The autumn wind is always indispensable. In the garden and among the grass, the grass that has not yet withered and turned yellow is fluttering and playing in the wind. Get dressed.

The autumn wind not only brings us refreshment, but also brings us the slightest hint of spring. Autumn and spring, these two unrelated festivals, merge together to lead us forward. Eighth Grade Excellent Composition Chapter 4

Time has flown by like running water. Now the door to the Lunar New Year that makes us happy has been closed, but what will greet us is the New Year of the New Calendar. Unfortunately, it is not yet in the future. Therefore, we can only wait for the stars and the moon.

Now I am so happy, because the winter vacation is coming soon, and I can play with my best friend Wu Xiang when I was in elementary school again, laugh together, make noise together, and go to the bookstore to read together (because Wu Xiang is now Studying in Tamsui). Wu is the best friend I have ever made. Now, we have known each other for 3 years and are considered old friends.

I remember that when I first saw Wu, I disliked her for some reason. Later, when I got to know her slowly, I realized that she is a very good person, with a good temper and very beautiful. Wu and I became good friends because we were at the same table at that time. She was short-sighted and couldn't see the blackboard clearly, so sometimes when the teacher was writing on the blackboard, I acted as her eyes. Later, I don’t know when, we became good friends. Now I feel proud to have such a good friend (haha, she danced on TV).

I admire her now, because she used to be as timid as me. When the teacher asked questions, our voices were as low as mosquitoes, but a boy changed her and encouraged her to participate Various activities also allowed her to join the student union. Now Wu is becoming more and more courageous. She can speak so loudly in front of so many people in the school. I think Wu is really amazing! I miss it so much. Become like her, so I have to work hard now!

The school Wu is currently studying at is a technical school. She majors in kindergarten teachers. In three years, she will become a kindergarten teacher. Wu told me that she finally found her strengths. She said that she was not suitable for studying, but only for dancing and painting. . . . . . I'm so happy that she finally found her specialty.

Now that the New Year has arrived, I am already 15 years old, and Wu is already 16 years old.

I hope that in the new year, I wish the people I love health, happiness, and happiness! Excellent Composition for Eighth Grade Part 5

"Ideals are stones that knock out sparks, and ideals are fires that light extinguished lamps." Ideals and dreams are very great and important for a child. Everyone always longs for the flower of hope in the dream to bloom to its fullest, but little does anyone know how many flowers have fallen in the dream.

Dreams are like spring water, nourishing our innocent hearts; dreams are like blood, carrying the footsteps of countless dreamers; dreams are like keys, helping children with dreams to open the first floor of the tower of success.

Dreams are not ideals. How many setbacks have we experienced in realizing our dreams?

When I was in sixth grade, I had a dream to buy an acoustic guitar and learn to play a few songs.

In primary school, this has almost become a luxury. Parents strongly opposed it and even turned over the few pages in their memory-the exam papers that did not reach the top grade. Heartbroken.

Every day when I pass by that musical instrument store, I can’t help but stop and take a look. After returning home, pictures of handsome people playing guitars always appear in my dreams.

When I was in seventh grade, I entered junior high school. Due to the increase in homework and the unsuitable learning methods, my guitar dream was stranded. Therefore, the computer software "simulating guitar performance" seemed to be the first choice. A band-aid on the mind.

Finally, it was time to realize my guitar dream during my first summer vacation in junior high school, but my family signed me up for a crazy English summer training camp. This summer camp took me a full month. years.

"Son, mom has signed you up for a summer 'quality education' cram school, and you have to go to class tomorrow!"

I dare you to have such a dream in my heart for the guitar. Be strong, otherwise, I will refuse tutoring and become a standard "otaku".

A friend of mine seems to have made my guitar dream come to light...

"Go buy a guitar, I can teach you step by step.

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So, regardless of my family’s objections, I went to the bank to withdraw my New Year’s deposit. I hesitated in several stores and bought it in two days for 800 yuan. .

The curses from the family came to the sky, but they ignored it, "Succeed, Xiao He, lose Xiao He. "

She gave me five lessons, but I had few musical skills and the lessons were very simple.

However, the good times did not last long. She wanted to accompany her mother to Lanzhou. When she was traveling, there was no one to teach her, and the flowers in her dreams became withered and dim...

When she came back, school had already started.

Eighth grade. I was looking forward to it, hoping that the parents would agree to me learning guitar, but I was conquered by the number in the parallel class. My family clung to this braid, and it was difficult to break free.

The footsteps of my dream are endless, and I am pursuing my dream. In the process of "The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen?"

At this moment, I finally realized: having a dream is a good thing in itself, and there will inevitably be small episodes in the process of pursuing dreams. It doesn't matter, we just need to Just keep working hard and be optimistic.

You know how many flowers fall in your dreams, but when you wake up from your dreams, the flowers are so red! 6

There is a word I like. Dream.

One of my favorite words is what Martin Luther King said:

Dream is a word shrouded in hazy color.

The poet said: Dreams leave no trace like the spring breeze; the scientist said: dreams are all the driving force for him to engage in research and create new things; the philosopher said: dreams are subjective hopes for objects. I said, I have one. Dream - to get out of the mountains

Childhood dreams are always very bizarre. I once dreamed of chasing the footsteps of dragonflies on the grass. It was the heart palpitations of wanting to meet the Moon Princess in the dead of night. It was because of the scorching sun on the next day of summer. Father-in-law Sun holds a blue umbrella; when I was a boy, my dream was to walk hand in hand with my friends on the tree-lined path and feel the breath of dusk, to build my own palace on a mountain, to study hard and win points to let the teacher The pride of favor.

As I grew up, when I accidentally saw the word "Flying Dreams", it was engraved in my mind, and at that moment, the dream began to take off.

I have read many speeches by Teacher Yu Minhong, and the passage that I remember most deeply is "We have no way to choose to come to this world, no right to choose the family we are born in, no ability to choose whether we are born in a city or a rural area, but Whether we can live a glorious life or be worthy of it all depends on our own dreams and perseverance in making choices. ”

I was born in a small town in the southwest of China on the top of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, surrounded by mountains. From that day on, the town seemed like a mysterious place, and I could only see it when I looked up. Under the deep blue sky, whenever I look into the distance, I still see huge mountains. The land under my feet is like my close friend, and the streams often slip away from my feet. At that time, my dreams seemed to be floating among the green mountains and green waters, as if they were floating in the blue sky and white clouds. I don't know how to describe its mystery. I went to junior high school. I still remember the text called "Beyond the Mountain". The text told me that there is a deep sea on the other side of the mountain. I was deeply moved. I climbed several mountains in a row for a few days. However, when I came to the other side of the mountain, I still saw mountains one after another. The sea did not appear in front of my eyes, so I began to fantasize about the sea. The color and its shape.

Since then, I have begun to cultivate my dream, which is to go out of the mountains and see the sea that I dream of.

For the sake of my heart. Perseverance and dreams, I will not mention the hardships. I have always believed that since the goal is far away, the only way is to move forward through wind and rain, walking silently, wandering and wandering in all unknown directions. , just like the stream in the mountains of my hometown, I have struggled along the way, and I have traveled countless miles of mountain roads, passed through countless thorny paths, and walked through high mountains and cliffs, just to rush to the sea in my heart. .

Today, I walked out of the mountains, but I am still pursuing my dreams, dreaming of seeing the dreaming sea earlier, dreaming of my own career, dreaming of my own happiness, dreaming of my own. Life.

I have been pursuing it all the way, and I have never given up. When I face hardships and no longer hesitate in my ambition, my dream takes up its wings and guides me to set sail again. The dream needs me to fly. To pursue bravely.

The struggle in my youth was my right choice. I believe that the world will always belong to those who chase their dreams. 7

Push away. What caught my eye at the door was my mother's tearful expression, which made my careless mood tighten. I never thought that coming home late would make my mother feel as worried and scared as a child who has lost her shelter.

Once upon a time, I was like this.

In a kindergarten filled with children, there was a little girl eagerly walking through the crowd and holding out her hand. He pulled at the hem of the teacher's clothes.

His timid eyes met his mature eyes, and he said with great care and seriousness: "Teacher, please help me turn a blind eye and wait until mom comes to pick me up, okay?" After leaving her mother's wings, I couldn't help but start to panic, and subconsciously thought of the method my grandma taught me.

"Huh?" The teacher frowned, patted her head gently, and said softly: "Be good, hurry up, hurry up." But the girl still begged relentlessly. : "Teacher, just take a look. You can see it at a glance." The teacher smiled and shook his head, and said with a smile: "I'm not Superman, I can't see it." Then he turned his head and thought Pulling the girl back among the children.

The teacher suddenly read that the girl curled her lips, holding back tears and fear, and her heart skipped a beat. Then I heard a stubborn child's voice arguing: "No, grandma said it. She said she could see every move of her mother. Grandma said she could see it, so the teacher must be able to do it too!"

The teacher was stunned. She looked at the flushed face in front of her because she was unconvinced. She leaned down and carried the girl to the window. She looked across the road through the glass, then closed one eye and started her " Clairvoyance” journey.

Do you believe it? The girl's mother really came. Yes, under the teacher's "supervision" all the way, she appeared in front of the girl and gave her a missed hug...

It's silly, but not ridiculous.

Today, my mother is as cautious as I was back then, as if she wanted to know more, but she found that her daughter had flown higher and higher, gradually flying out of sight. When I was a child, I still had the loving hands of my teachers to hold up this concern. But what about my mother? She has no "clairvoyance" or super powers, only a heavy love. I laughed at my mother for being stupid. As I grew older, I already knew that what I did in childhood was a "silly thing." But when I faced my mother's tears and recalled all the past events, I couldn't laugh out loud.

It’s silly, but not funny.

It turns out that life has been a circle from the beginning. You waited foolishly when you were a child, you waited foolishly after you got married, and the idea of ??"clairvoyance" is just an eternal concern. So, I said: "Mom, I'm sorry! I made you worry." Eighth Grade Excellent Composition Chapter 8

It is the smell of spring that awakens my memory of spring,

The feeling of winter Gradually, it is gone, and the spring is ushering in the warmth of spring. This year's spring seems not as warm as before. Yes, spring is here, and tiredness has begun. At this time, I am writing this article with some sleepiness. A friend said that the smell of spring this year was very good. I also smelled it. The familiar smell of spring filled the air. I smiled and said nothing.

On the playground, I watched my classmates sleep until they were asleep. On the playground, the dazzling sunshine was shining on the students' clothes and faces. This is the most comfortable time, enjoying the breath of spring. Warmth, that warmth surrounds us.

I remember that spring, we ran in the fields, flew kites in the fields, and played with our friends on the lawn. I forgot the taste at that time, but the spring breeze blew by , a familiar feeling arises spontaneously, yes, it is the smell of spring.

Spring didn’t speak, but I heard her smile, and I smelled her unique smell. Yes, it was the smell of spring.

The sprouting of grass is a symbol of spring. Spring is really a season full of memories

Really, that spring, my friend told me that every time spring comes, It felt like a rebirth. I used to study under the shade of a tree full of spring light. He picked up a budding leaf and placed it on the book I was reading. He said, spring has arrived, why are you still so lazy? I smiled and said, spring is always a lazy time. He smiled and stopped talking

Many years of spring have given me the taste of many years. I remembered many things. I don’t know where he went at this moment. The memory is still there. I touched it a little. , the smell permeated the air, I remember it was the smell of spring.

I understand that it is the smell of spring that awakens my memory of spring. Excellent Composition for Eighth Grade Chapter 9

Stepping on the land that was fully rendered by the sun, I stepped into the longing for youth. The time of youth is the most beautiful and precious. The people and things you love in your youth are the most unforgettable things in your life. In youth, we love and pursue what we want and love with full enthusiasm. Youth is not a South China tiger bound in a cage, but a dragon flying freely. My youth is my decision.

Youth is for learning. Now is the most precious time in our lives. We have endless brains and endless vitality. And I, reflecting the rising sun on the top of the mountain, use my own actions to create the glory of my life. Responding actively in class, calculating carefully during exams, and taking homework seriously are all given by youth. Youth is the capital of our struggle. On this vast road of learning, I will definitely use my youth to lay a solid foundation for my future life. Work hard! Don't let the autumn breeze take away your spring. “If young people don’t work hard, old people will be miserable.

"Let's act. What can be better than having our own youth in the sun to study? I will definitely take youth as the pride of my life in the future! I have the final say in my youth!

Youth, It’s for burning passion. Besides studying, what I love most these days is playing with cars! I only need two things: youth and passion. The hot summer can’t stop me from playing with cars. In the harsh summer weather, I came to the square on weekend afternoons and worked hard to practice driving. Various tricks were waiting for me to challenge, and even more so for my youth. A pull pulls up the high-pitched youth; a hook at the rear of the car lifts up brisk youth; another jump brings up the peak of youth. At this time, the man and the car become one, and youth is here. The body is dancing, and it is beating on the car body. If you fall, don't be afraid, stand up and start again. What are you afraid of? Tell yourself loudly: "I am young and passionate!" "What difficulties in the world can stump the vitality of youth? I just love cars, this is what I love. Loving what I love and being true to myself is the most beautiful interpretation of youth!

I also have one thing that is youthful and that I love, which is basketball, the NBA. I will get up very early to watch the NBA. If I score a goal, I will cheer; if I am behind by one point, I will be desperate. Worrying, I will jump with excitement... I have carefully studied every star in the NBA. Aren't they also using their youth to write their own glory?

Youth, yes? A blank piece of paper, you have to draw the rest by yourself. Whether it is good or bad is up to you. I believe that my youth has both good academic performance and a wide range of hobbies. The charm of it!

Doing what you want and loving what you like is true youth.

My youth is my own! 10 Excellent Compositions for Grade 8

"Let the autumn wind take away my thoughts, take away my love..." Sitting quietly in front of the computer, looking at the screen, your lovely avatar on QQ stopped flashing, left, finally left, last year The warm and happy autumn has gone away and will never come back.

"I have been quietly waiting at the place where we met..." I stayed in that Q group, but you didn't come back. Waiting lonely, waiting for the yellow chrysanthemum to bloom, looking at the stars in the sky, looking for my past, looking forward to and imagining my future, feeling lonely, opening the diary of the past, and reviewing the past. As happy as a dream.

"Please let God wet my eyes and freeze my heart..." My heart is speechless, the pain is still there, and the boring days are even more boring without your company. . The love is gone, but my heart is still alive. I still miss you. That autumn sunset was gorgeous, and my heart was happy. That autumn, I sent you a "rose" flash animation, and you smiled. I laughed. But now, the summer night wind is warm and gentle. After the evening class, I stood in the corridor, staring at the stars in the sky, and sighed helplessly, I don’t know. What does this mean? Maybe it's just sadness for no reason. At this time, I clearly know that when I want to go away in the past, I should be as calm as I am now.

"Autumn Will Not Come Back", the memories of the past are like thick ink and cannot be blurred, but bits and pieces of my mind are often awakened by the wind at night. I know that when the "past" quietly leaves, I can only keep my heart when I can't stop. The most beautiful memory in my heart, a drop of tear fell inadvertently, just because he plucked the softest string in my heart.

Gently close the diary, close your eyes and sit quietly, silent in helplessness...