In daily study, work, and life, everyone must come into contact with composition. Composition writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? Below are the eighth-grade compositions from those years that I carefully compiled for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. Eighth grade composition of those years 1
The period of time in those years, the days in those years, record the innocence and joy we once had. Those years are so nostalgic...
< p> Thinking about those times and the trivial things in those years, from now on - I was a naive me in those years; I was an ignorant me in those years; I was an ignorant person in those years Childlike me...I think, if I could go back to the past, I would bury all the troubles I have accumulated now deeply in the past, so that no one will remember them. No one knows that it once existed in this world. For now, the current troubles have become a thing of the past and disappeared from the world...
The sinner in the cell will sigh, if I could change the thief back then. Xiao Mo’s bad habit may lead a good life now; beggars scattered on the street will sigh, if I could make progress and work harder, my life may be better now; people who stay at home all day long and do nothing will sigh , if I could have done my best back then, I might be happier every day now.
All of these, as the days go by, are rubbing against each other...
I will only sigh about the original days, why can't I start now? Those who fail feel that they have always been better than before. The present is wonderful, and successful people feel that the past is an indelible memory, and it is the past that inspires the present...
Those who only complain about the present, if you can find failure from the past With the experience, maybe you will take a big step towards success and set off for the future...
Maybe, it is really like that, those years, those trivial matters, those memories, those laughters, Those noisy days were happy, and they were an indelible memory... Eighth grade composition of those years 2
The dark night of autumn, the confusion after the fall of the brocade. The babble comes every autumn, and the whole place is filled with sadness. The autumn wind blows gently, and strands of love flow into the heart.
The heart follows the rhythm of poetry
Holding a cup of fragrant tea in the world of colorful fallen leaves, taking a sip, the fragrance is thick and dense. I closed my eyes and listened to the melancholy of the ancients: In the past, I only heard Li Qingzhao whispering softly, "Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now?" The loneliness is evident in his words, but tonight, I am alone for her. Attracted by the tranquility of spending time in silence; once, Lu You wrote, "It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same." He lamented that in this dirty world, only the fragrance lingered in my heart. At this moment, I am attracted by his willingness to be alone. I was impressed by the nobleness of guarding a pure land. I stopped and was intoxicated by the fragrance.
Listen to every shallow chant and deep singing in that word with your heart, and don’t ignore the subtle charm in it.
My heart follows the music
I sat quietly by the piano, lightly touching the white keys with my ten fingers, and a piece of "Moonlight Sonata" flowed under the bath of moonlight and lingered in my heart. My heart follows the music, holding Beethoven's big hand, wandering in this heavy and sad world. The sadness was like falling leaves flying all over the sky, sweeping over the sky and covering the earth. However, we may have never noticed that fallen leaves can actually rise from the ashes. That "Symphony of Destiny" is the best portrayal of him emerging from the haze.
Listen with your heart to see the joy and smile after leaving the silence, the relief and joy after getting out of the sadness; quietly savor the tenacity and determination in Beethoven's heart, and don't ignore the time when he was fighting against fate. That courage.
The heart follows the rhyme of the painting
Your eyes are so melancholy, and the pale cloth on your left ear seems to be trying to cover up the pain in your heart. However... once, I thought you I am just an unsuccessful painter, until I accidentally saw your piece of golden color - "Sunflower", my heart was deeply shaken. The slightly curved dark green stems, the wildly blooming petals, and the huge flower disk looking up to the sky, everything makes people feel distressed. However, perhaps we have never noticed that there is pain and sadness in that painting, but more importantly, there is self-evident strength.
Listen with your heart, and don’t ignore the strength in pain and the pride that never bows.
Waking up from intoxication, I carefully picked up these strands of sentiment and faced life again. My pale expression became colorful again, my empty heart became full again, and I felt the glitz of life with my whole heart. Pick up with true feelings those beautiful things that I once ignored.
Be a thoughtful person. The surge of heart will eventually subside into a knowing smile on our face. Eighth grade composition in those years 3
Foolish people look for happiness from a distance; smart people plant happiness from their feet. ——Inscription
Happiness refers to the long-term joy that arises from a person’s needs being met, and the desire to maintain the status quo. In today’s society, people always think that they lack happiness. As everyone knows, life is everywhere. Everyone is happy, and happiness comes from ordinary life.
Everyone’s definition of happiness is different. Some people say that happiness is a good meal when you are hungry; some say that happiness is wealth; some say that happiness is glory... I have also thought hard about what happiness is to me. But this time, I completely understood my definition and feelings of happiness.
At twelve o’clock at night, accompanied by a yawn, my groggy head seemed to fall on the table. At this time, grandpa knocked on the door and came in. He asked me softly: "Are you sleepy? If you are, just go to sleep. There is no need to rush to finish the homework. There is still plenty of time." I shook my head, but it was obviously pretentious. Grandpa also saw my persistence, so he left a sentence and left: "Okay, don't sleep too late."
With a "dong" sound, my cup suddenly appeared On the table, there is fragrant coffee. "Oh, we've run out of mints at home, so let's refresh ourselves with coffee first!" My eyes suddenly filled with tears. Grandpa is a conservative person and doesn't usually come into contact with drinks like coffee, but he did it for me. Go learn to make coffee. I tasted the coffee carefully. Although it is an inconspicuous thing, I can taste a little sweetness from the strong bitterness of the coffee. To me, this is happiness, the happiness from family.
Aren’t you happy when you face the care of your family? Aren't you happy to be helped by your friends? Aren't you happy when you help others?
Du Fu’s happiness is “to be able to live in thousands of mansions, and to shelter all the poor people in the world with joy.” The understanding of happiness... There are a thousand interpretations of happiness for a thousand people, just like there are a thousand "Hamlets" in the eyes of a thousand readers.
Happiness is not far away.
Happiness is simple and unpretentious. Perhaps happiness lies in every gesture. In that brief moment, that moment, you find that the world has become beautiful, and you will not be worried or sad, because you know that you are a happy person. Happiness is like this. As long as you experience it with your heart, you can gain endless gains. Eighth grade composition in those years 4
Those at the lowest level of society, there are always some little people. It is precisely because of their existence that the scientific and technological development and civilizational achievements of society have been greatly improved. Today our so-called "superiors" are watered by their sweat. It germinates and bears fruit, but some people just don't reciprocate and instead use their power to bully others. Those minor characters are just humble existences in their eyes. But this "humble" little character possesses the greatest power. William James once said, "A little person's request for help is always a great request for help. The greatest factor is precisely because of his insignificance." Many people only see the weakness and humbleness in them, but ignore them. of light.
Cleaners: They may be the first to get up. They pick up the seemingly light broom, but they want to clean the whole city. When it rained, they faced the bright light, and when they were tired, they could only take a nap in the scorching sun; in winter, when they braved the cold wind, when they were hungry, they could only take out a few small bites of dry steamed buns to satisfy their hunger. In short, no matter what, we must ensure that the beauty of the city is shown. And we "viewers" only care about savoring the "work", but we have always ignored the "author".
Traffic police: They are not the most diligent, but they are the hardest working. Patrolling the city every day to ensure city traffic. The curses and whistles on the highway have been reduced.
On a rainy day, people may be listening to music in their cars, or they may be fast asleep in bed, but they stand in the wind and rain, still maintaining the order of traffic, like a standing tree. But we take this for granted and ignore their existence.
Electricians: They have been working silently for us. They protect our quality of life and happiness, but they have already put aside their own safety, and they will die if they are not careful. It will destroy a happy family. Such a spirit would have been engraved in people's hearts, but not only did no one notice, but some people didn't even know they existed! It's us who ignore them.
Doctor: When we are sick, maybe we will remember its existence. At any other time, I believe I didn’t even think of inviting them. They are always the last to leave and the most tired. There is tolerance and kindness in them. I can work tirelessly on patients and perform surgeries. They can tolerate the anger of the patient's relatives over the loss of the family member. And we ignore their feelings and ignore them.
Those small characters have always used their "humble" power to repay society and serve people selflessly. Who are we to speak against them? Yes, maybe their living environment is not as good as ours, but the moral character they possess is priceless. Yes, they are the grassroots of society and the foundation of society. We can do without them. "Tall buildings" but we can't live without "humble" ones
So don't ignore those small characters. They are small, but it is because of their smallness that they show their greatness. Eighth grade composition in those years 5
Once upon a time, my old friend and I felt the beauty of spring and autumn; Inseparable.
I still remember that we were ignorant and knew each other for six years - lamenting life together, letting ourselves go, and looking forward to the future together. But just like the old TV series, we drifted apart in the sixth grade because of our differences: she chose to study in a private middle school with better conditions, while I chose to live nearby. We met under the stars and vowed that our friendship would remain eternal even if we were separated, but time taught us an unforgettable lesson.
In the past two years of junior high school, we never met each other again due to the intense academic pressure. We only occasionally had short chats online. The closest friends around us are also gradually changing, and she and I have also begun to drift apart and have no books. Connections are like the strings of a kite - unable to withstand the passage of time and gradually broken.
Until the end of the second semester of junior high school this year, I felt unprecedented hesitation and worry when facing the arrival of the third school year. I made up my mind to face her, and I hoped that I could share with her as before. My everything.
Feeling extremely anxious and nervous, I slowly walked to her house, only to find that she was the only one in the huge room. I wanted to give her a big hug, but my hands were helplessly drooped. .
Walking into her room, Didi’s past suddenly came to mind. I said to her: "Hey, we used to play together in this bed all afternoon, do you remember?" She said: "Ah, yes, of course I remember, we were really stupid at that time, It's also really boring. ’
I don’t know why I felt a sudden pain in my heart, but I still kept smiling.
I walked towards her desk and found that there was "nothing" on it, except for various exercise sets. I pretended to be unintentional and asked: "Hey, isn't there a photo of us at the New Year's Day party on this table? You were not careful. Did you lose it?" But she said calmly: "No, it takes up too much space. "Yes, I put it away for her."
Every word pierced me like a sharp sword.
I was speechless and choked for a moment. I tried my best to force out a smile: "Ah, that's right. If it's okay, I won't disturb your study. Let's go first."
Those who once thought about it are now just the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror.
If life were just like the first time we met, then it would just be ordinary. Eighth grade composition in those years 6
Love, the greatest, most selfless, and most eternal love in the world is none other than father's love and mother's love. Mother's love is often a love that cannot be fully described in any words, while father's love is usually a love that is implicit in the heart without any words to describe it.
Every Monday, I reluctantly get up early while others are sleeping soundly, and hastily pack my things to prepare for a week of school life. I always blame my mother for being an "alarm clock" that is always on time under any circumstances, but I don't care who has quietly gotten up early with me over the years. It's her. Mother.
My mother didn’t explain a lot to me in a tedious manner, but simply said some words that were often repeated: “What do you eat? I’ll buy you food. It’s okay, it’s not too late.” And I always He said he didn’t want to eat and there was no time.
When I finished washing in a hurry, my mother had already arranged my schoolbag neatly, so that I haven’t left anything behind yet. When I arrived at school and opened my schoolbag, I found that there were a lot of my favorite things inside. Suddenly, my heart felt warm, like the sun in winter, with golden beams of light penetrating every pore of my body. It also calmed my anxious heart a lot.
I remember once, I unintentionally understood the heavy love of my mother for so many years. My mother's hair was messy by the strong wind, so I reached out to smooth it, but accidentally saw a white hair. So obvious among all the black stockings. The white hair is not shiny, but as thin as spring rain. And it is this spring rain that nourishes us.
It turns out that I still don’t understand "spring rain" and love. Maybe it’s only now that I realize that love is not necessarily so obvious and flamboyant. Maybe she is also heavy, just like my father.
Many people would say that a father’s love is as strong as a mountain, but my father is different.
My father is a very humorous but serious father. My father and I get along very well, it's not a cold relationship. So I don't think dad is serious. But why do I insist on saying that my father is very serious? Because, father's love is heavy.
Sometimes, I would observe my father sitting there alone in a daze with a magazine that he liked to read. I saw that my father's smooth face was inlaid with a pair of large, very bright eyes, half covered by long eyelashes. I like my father's big eyes very much, and I always wonder why my father's eyes were not passed down to me. But it was in these clear eyes that I saw an expression filled with billions of trivial matters and a lot of serenity. That kind of father is serious.
My father’s love for me is like the invisible wind. Only now do I know that my father put the daily medicines in my schoolbag; I forgot to turn off the TV and lights at night, and he pressed the button; I accidentally lost one of my beloved puppies. It was him who helped me find it for a long time and brought it back. I thought it was the puppy that came back on its own...
It turns out that now I know that some things in life are not accidental. Maybe a person did it quietly for your benefit. To me, this man is my father. It’s my father’s love for me.
I now cherish these heavy loves, heavy maternal love, heavy father’s love, which fill my heart so full and so weighty! Eighth grade composition in those years 7
Among the many kinds of love in the world, the deepest love is maternal love. This kind of love is meticulous love, a love that does not ask for anything in return and is selfless. It is the love of the world. The most delicate love in the world...
How many times have we called the word "Mom"? How many times have you said it? Has anyone counted them? The word "mother" is composed of "female" and "horse", isn't it? Aren’t every mothers in the world working hard for their children? They work hard and work non-stop for their children. But the mother is not a horse. No matter how good the horse is, it must eat the feed and drink the water given by the owner. But will your mother want any of you? No!
My mother is very strict about my studies.
One time, when the midterm exam was about to take place, I had been reviewing for a long time and felt that my waist hurt and my legs were sore, so I picked up the game console and started playing while my mother was not paying attention. After just a few games, my mother’s big hands pressed heavily on the game console. I raised my head and saw my mother's curved eyebrows suddenly stood up. I was shocked, blushed with embarrassment, opened the book and continued to review seriously.
In addition to caring about my studies, my mother also cares very much about my life.
One day after school, it suddenly started to rain heavily. We didn’t even bring rain gear, and we all crowded anxiously at the school gate.
I really regret not listening to my mother in the morning and taking out the umbrella she put into my schoolbag. At this moment, I suddenly saw my mother appear at the school gate. She was holding an umbrella in her hand. I ran over quickly and walked out of the school gate in the envious eyes of my classmates. On the road, due to the influence of the wind, it was naturally more laborious to hold up the umbrella, but my mother tried her best to cover me with the umbrella and let the rain pass over her head and cheeks.
That was a very ordinary night, but what happened that night was deeply imprinted in my heart.
The wind was biting that night, my father was busy at work, and only my mother and I were left at home. It happened to be tonight. I had been feeling unwell since the morning and had a high fever. My mother was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot - running around in circles. So my mother carried me on her back to a nearby clinic. On the way, I saw bean-like beads of sweat on my mother's forehead streaking across her cheeks, but my mother's speed still didn't slow down from beginning to end. That's it, after a bumpy ride, we arrived at the clinic. When I was receiving treatment, my father rushed back after hearing the news. After the injection, I went home with my parents. On the way back, I saw the stars and the moon. The stars were so bright and the moon was so beautiful. .
As I grew up, I needed more, so my mother was always at my call and busy at work. The hard work in career and the hard work in the family are like a sharp knife carving the traces of time on my mother's once young face. My mother is no longer young. Silver threads have quietly emerged from her hair, and the years have been left in her smooth face. traces. But my mother is not old. She devoted her youth to me. In my heart, my mother will always be so young and beautiful.
The love that my mother brings to me is like a stream, which cannot be exhausted no matter how much it flows, it cannot be exhausted no matter how much it flows! The precious and only love she brought to me was so heavy! Eighth grade composition in those years 8
There are thousands of definitions of love in the world, including true love, pampering, and doting... These loves often come from our parents.
Doting, I believe many only children feel it most deeply. As the only child of the parents, of course they should be held in the palm of their hands and cared for with great care. Precisely because we are only children, they have strict demands and high expectations on us. Precisely because of these desires, their love for us has risen to the level of doting... If you keep your children by your side, you will not have any free power... …Take the kite as an example. Parents hold on to the kite string tightly and don’t let it go. Even if it breaks, the string will still be reconnected. When the kite is old and broken, the thread is still there...
Now that we are in adolescence, the more parents hold on to the thread, it is still tight and not loose... < /p>
In the eyes of parents, this may be a sign of love for their children. But in the eyes of children, it is the opposite, that is, doting.
The more the kite tries to break away from the string that binds it, the more tightly the parents hold on to it. The more the kite wants to fly into the blue sky, the string will always drag it into the woods. The parents pull the string with satisfaction. As kites, how do we feel?
Of course, we all understand the love of our parents and know that they are doing it for our own good. They hope that we will make a difference in the future and gain a good foothold in society. However, at the age when we want to fly high and be free, this kind of love is too heavy...
Those heavy loves make us breathless; they prevent us from being high. Flying cannot fly to our own blue sky; we can only yearn for those places we yearn for, because they are too dangerous there - in fact, they are not dangerous at all...
Whenever life moves forward The more dangerous the road is, the more we want to move forward, but the more parents put us on the safe road and enjoy the "heaven on earth" comfortably... Whenever the parents nod with satisfaction, we always hide in the corner Secretly shedding tears...
When have parents ever thought about what those heavy loves will bring? Kites also have their own sky, a place they yearn for!
Those heavy loves are really too heavy... Eighth grade composition in those years 9
Near dusk, the setting sun always sets my eyes at a perfect angle. Shadows are cast onto the rooftop. Riding on the wind of time, it passed quickly by my eyes.
Gradually, the light disappeared, and from outside the dark window came the slowly weakening and calming noise of the street at night, and the clock made a leisurely and monotonous "ticking" sound in the darkness. The frightened kitten huddled in the cold corner, like a lonely angel, lost in the world.
So what? It's just loneliness, not worth mentioning.
After the test scores were tallied, the teacher arranged them into a table by ranking. The students swarmed up and scanned the words quickly. One, two, three... When he saw his name, it was already on the second page. He was desperate, as if he had fallen from Mount Everest to the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon, and felt that the future was so dark and bleak.
So what? It's just an exam, nothing important.
The train station was crowded. The train made a long and heart-piercing cry and rushed into the distance... "Goodbye, be careful along the way! Go home early!" People who came to say goodbye waved their hands vigorously. The train has gone far.
So what? It's just a farewell, not worth mentioning.
Summer, like a pair of tired wings, returns quietly in the dusk. Autumn came rushing towards me, like a curious little girl who couldn't help but touch everything. The yellow leaves fell off the branches and the dust on the ground was stirred up. The leaf, like an abandoned dead leaf butterfly, kept struggling in the arms of the autumn wind, spinning in mid-air for a long time, unable to bear to leave. But in the end, there is still no escape from the fate of withering. Quietly, he lay on the ground and closed his eyes.
So what? It's just death, not worth mentioning.
……
Yes, it’s not worth mentioning.
Because you are not truly lonely, at least you have the gentle and beautiful moon as a friend, and the cute and playful stars as companions. Will you still feel lonely?
Because you are not really a bad student, this is just a test, just to help you find out your shortcomings in learning. As long as you are more careful and work harder, you will always gain something. Is this still considered a poor student?
Because this is not a real separation, but just a temporary separation. When they achieve something, they will definitely come back. Is this still considered parting?
Because this is not a real death. This temporary "autumn sleep" is exchanged for the brilliance of the branches in the coming year. Therefore, Ye also has immortality. Is this still considered death?
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What are those “troubles”? Not worth mentioning. Eighth Grade Composition 10 of Those Years
Summer nights in the countryside were particularly quiet. I lay in the field and watched the stars.
"You are so interested in watching the stars here!" His words really shocked me.
"I'm scared to death. When did you come here? I don't know 'people are scared, scared to death'" I think he shouted.
"I only know that 'if you don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of the devil calling you.'" He said to me with a smile.
I turned my head and ignored him.
"Put it on quickly, or you will bleed to death," he said seriously, and handed me a piece of clothing.
"Thanks" I said to him. "No need," he said with a smile.