In real life or work and study, everyone has dealt with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought consideration and language organization. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, here are 5 excellent eighth-grade essays that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Excellent Composition for Eighth Grade Part 1
In my desk there is a withered peony. The person who gave me this flower was a distant cousin of mine named Ren Xiufang. The year before last, during the summer vacation, I went to my grandma’s house to play, and she happened to be on vacation too, so the two of us became inseparable, better than biological sisters. One evening, my cousin and I came back from my second aunt's house and saw the greedy dates on the jujube tree in Xiaohong's yard. I asked her to take some home to eat. Seeing that she remained silent, I continued to beg her. She blinked her eyes and said, "Xiaohong's mother is sick, and her father is going to sell the dates to buy medicine to treat her father's illness. If we steal it, we will feel uncomfortable!" She promised to buy some at the market. Take it home. Although I knew I was wrong, I persisted willfully in my heart and called her a "country bumpkin". My cousin looked at me in surprise, her eyes filled with tears and full of grievance. She glared at me, covered her face and ran away.
Since then, she stopped playing with me, not to mention how uncomfortable it was! When my grandma told me that she would send me home tomorrow, I really hated my willfulness and persistence for hurting my cousin.
I am leaving, and my relatives and friends are coming to see me off. I searched the crowd with the last glimmer of hope, but I couldn't find my cousin. How sad I was!
Just when I was about to leave, my cousin ran over in a hurry, and I was so excited that my eyes filled with tears. She suddenly gave me a bag of dates, and before I could say anything, she gave me another flower, a red peony, saying that she picked it for me personally as a souvenir. I accepted it solemnly. I felt that what I received was not just a flower, but a piece of true friendship from a rural girl. This flower connects two innocent hearts together like an arrow. I will always treasure the gift from my cousin and cherish this friendship. Excellent Composition for Eighth Grade Part 2
My father is a farmer. He is so ordinary that once he walks into a crowd, you can no longer recognize him. My father made me feel his love for me in a special way. This kind of love is both vast and boundless, yet profound and delicate. I can't help but get excited every time I think about it.
That was when I had just entered the middle school in the city. My father sent me to school. Although the journey was not far, my father insisted on sending me away, so I had no choice but to agree.
On the road, the sun was shining brightly. So hot! I looked at my father: his face was purple; his eyes were bloodshot; the straw hat on his head had been taken off, and his sparse hair clung to his scalp.
"Ping'er, take a rest!" Father said, taking out two eggs from his pocket. "Dad, you can eat." I pushed over. "There are... there are... here..." I took the eggs and found a shady place. My father squatted down not far from me, his bearded chin moving as his mouth moved. I looked over attentively. What did I see? "Potato!" I couldn't help shouting. "This... is delicious... delicious..." The father concealed it vaguely. ah! Father, you work hard every day. You have to work outside and take care of your mother who has been sick for a long time. You see the neighbors around you getting rich, but in order to provide for our brothers and sisters to go to school and to keep us well fed and clothed, you I'm suffering like this... I feel so bitter that I can't say a word.
School is here. I said, "Go back." "Hey, Ping'er, study hard! Use these thirty yuan first, and come back in a few days. Well!" said my father, taking out a few crumpled pictures from his pocket. money was thrust into my hand. ah! Hands, father's hands! What kind of hands are those! Veins like ivy, dry fingers like bamboo branches.
Being careless, I never realized that my father was so thin and heartbreaking! My eyes immediately seemed to have something rubbed into them...
Ah! Father, you don’t say many words, and you don’t have any profound truths, but what you give me is so vast, so deep and delicate.
Father, don’t worry! I understand your heart. Excellent Composition for Eighth Grade Part 3
It is you who brought me to this world and made me feel the splendor of this world. Thank you for raising me up and letting me know how to be a human being. Thank you for working tirelessly outside every day, so that I can have a better material life.
When I was a child, I could do nothing but you took good care of me. Whether it was eating or sleeping, I let you worry about me. At that time, I was still unable to walk steadily. From morning to night, you were hunched over and holding my hand to move forward step by step.
When I was in elementary school, I had nothing to do except go to class every day. You tell me: Your future life will be created by yourself. This sentence was very confusing to me at the time. I heard some truth but didn't know what to do. I unknowingly remembered this sentence firmly. You wanted me to succeed but you didn't force me to succeed. You didn't ask your children to get in the top spots like other mothers do. Instead, you summarized the reasons for my mistakes with me and encouraged me when I was holding an unsatisfactory answer sheet.
Now I am thirteen years old. Whenever I think of your care and warnings to me in the past, I shed tears unconsciously. Because my grades have given you a few more gray hairs on your head. I really want to improve my grades, but it's hard to calm down during class and listen to what the teacher is saying. How I want to hold the test paper and laugh with you, making you proud of my results. Along the way, you have shielded me from the wind and rain, but I have been calling the shots. Thank you for always putting up with my willfulness.
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You have beautiful willow-shaped eyebrows, beautiful double eyelids, strong perseverance and a hard-working spirit that is not afraid of difficulties. In this unknown world, because of you, I am no longer a stranger, you give me care, and you make me happier. You used your kind palms to lift me up when I stumbled again and again, leaving a mark on my heart every time, allowing me to remember so many failures and lessons. From you I learned a lot of principles of life, etiquette in dealing with others, attitude towards life, etc.
You have taken on too many responsibilities in my life that should not have been borne by you. You have sacrificed a lot for me without asking for anything in return. Here I want to say to you: I am really happy to have you! Excellent Composition for Eighth Grade Part 4
A journey, a bag; a life, some preparations.
Life is a long journey, one may be happy or sad, may succeed or fail, may be calm and calm, or may be anxious and fearful. Different situations come from how one prepares for the journey and how one faces them during the experience. Those with full bags will naturally be full of confidence, while those with empty bags will be worried. Only by preparing your own life luggage can you embark on the journey of life with peace of mind, not afraid of wind and rain along the way, and watch the paths filled with fragrant flowers.
Milan Kundera once said: "In this world, every step we take must be controlled and recorded." Yes, the journey of life is not a pleasant trip that can be taken at once, but It is upstream in the long river of destiny. We cannot predict the wind and rain ahead, but we can prepare our bags on our shoulders. Our careful preparation may not be able to cope with all sudden changes, but having an empty pocket will definitely make people more unprepared. So you don’t have to worry about whether the items in your bag are light or heavy, whether they are useful or not, or even what they are. As long as they can be put into your bag, just pick them up, whether it’s a seemingly clumsy work skill or a seemingly awkward thing. A sparse attitude towards life.
Diligent like her. She is the chief scientist of the China Academy of Chinese Medical Sciences and the winner of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine. She created the new antimalarial drugs artemisinin and dihydroartemisinin, which has benefited all mankind. When Tu Youyou received the Nobel Prize medal and certificate from the King of Sweden, China once again won the respect of the world.
Gently opening her luggage, we saw that it was forty years of persistence and forty-six years of careful preparation. Since taking on the task of researching and developing anti-malarial traditional Chinese medicine, she has read countless medical books, visited many senior Chinese medicine practitioners, reviewed a large number of folk prescriptions, and compiled a thick "Collection of Single Malaria Prescriptions", which will publish 640 kinds of prescriptions. Chinese herbal medicine has been included in his scientific research bag. Even though she was so precise, she still fell into the "quagmire" of research and could not find an ideal way out. She was also depressed in the face of setbacks; but all the savings in her pocket made her full of confidence. She said: "I also doubt whether I am on the right path, but I don't want to give up." Later written by Ge Hong of the Eastern Jin Dynasty The description recorded in "Emergency Prescriptions" of "a handful of Artemisia annua, soaked in a liter of water, wring out the juice and drink it all" finally gave her new enlightenment.
That’s it, your carefully prepared luggage may not be able to cope with all problems at the moment, but a full luggage will definitely give you infinite strength and the belief to win. Inadvertently, what you touch with your fingers is success. key.
He is as broad-minded as he is. He is the founder of the Jiangxi School of Poetry and one of the famous "Four Song Masters" in the field of calligraphy. What he left to future generations are unattainable achievements, but fate gave him endless setbacks. Huang Tingjian was a Jinshi at the age of twenty-three and spent seventeen years as a low-level official. He was not actively involved in the intrigues between the old and new parties, but he was involved in the vortex of party strife and could not escape in his life.
After studying under Su Men, he still inherited Su Shi’s boldness and open-mindedness, and gently put this free and easy temperament into his life bag. Regarding the false accusation and the relegation, he smiled slightly, just like a Taoist in the valley. He went to Wuling in spring, admired the peach blossoms, listened to the orioles, swallowed the rainbow in his chest, and vented the depression in his heart; he compared himself to Ganoderma lucidum, fearing that the dewdrops of the world would wet his noble soul. He guarded the pure land of his soul and let out an angry roar, Banishing the pain imposed by fate; he came to the depths of the white clouds, sat on the jade stone, flicked the golden emblem, and called the banished immortal Taibai to get drunk and rest. He was drunk and staggered down the mountain with the smell of alcohol all over his body; he woke up and walked into the historical picture with his head high and a broad-minded life bag. That's it. What you carry in your bag may just be a temperament infection given to you by others. Maybe it's just a bowl of chicken soup for the soul. It seems useless, but when you are at the lowest point in life, it is what makes your heart strong and your sun. Rising slowly.
So friends, you can put clumsiness in your luggage, you can also put looseness in your luggage, you can put everything useful or useless in your luggage. Prepare your life's luggage, go on the road with fullness, and go with confidence. Only in this way can you be able to brave the wind and rain along the way and watch the paths filled with fragrant flowers! Excellent Composition for Eighth Grade Chapter 5
The dream is as bright as the sun, and the protagonist in it lives in this world like a myth. Let us sing softly for this immortal love.
I saw the little girl who was only over three years old going hiking with her father again. The mountain in the dream was so high, as if there was a holy old man living on the other side of the mountain. The little girl climbed very fast, as if she had endless energy. Panting, she turned back to her father and shouted: "Dad, why are you slower than the turtle?" It was really like a fairy tale, the little girl insisted on climbing to the top of the mountain. The father looked at his cheering daughter with approving eyes. There was a hint of expectation and a bit of love in his eyes. As agreed in advance, the two of them watched the sunset together, and the huge sun set on the top of the mountain. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on my father's body. In the girl's heart, her father is the whole world, and her father is the omnipotent God. The girl's heart is full of infinite respect for her father...
"Ding——" I was woken up by the alarm clock. The girl in my dream is me. At that time, I wished so much that all this was true. Although I was very eager, I would always complain from time to time: Why? How could it be like this? This is too unfair. There is only one year difference. Why is there such a big difference in treatment between her and I? I hate her. She is my sister. Since my sister was born, I was sent to my grandma’s house. I cried for a long time when I was away from my parents. I feel like you don’t love me anymore, and all your love seems to have been given to my sister.
I am so helpless that I can only hide my inner longing and sadness with a smile in front of others...
Now, I am finally home, and my sister and I can be treated exactly the same . What I didn't expect was that instead of making up for me, you doted on her. At that time, I really couldn't understand why.
In the spring of that year, you said you would take us to go mountain climbing. I should have been very excited and happy, but I seemed to be nonchalant and agreed casually. When climbing the mountain, I seemed to be deliberately antagonizing you. You said to go east, but I preferred to go west. I don’t know why. Maybe it was because of my previous complaints and dissatisfaction. When we reached the mountainside, I was so distracted that I didn't even see a small pit full of rocks in front of me. Just when I was panicking, a strong hand pulled me aside, but you fell into the small pit and fell heavily in it. "Ouch!" Your moan suddenly melted the iceberg in my heart. "Dad!" I quickly went to pull you, but you smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay..." and asked me in turn: "Are you okay?" I saw your worried eyes, and saw that you were scratched by stones. With my fingers, I realized how stupid, naive, and ridiculous I used to be. "I'm sorry, I was wrong." I said silently in my heart.
Also last winter, when I entered junior high school and lived on campus, the weather was extremely cold. My mother bought a new quilt. She said she wanted that quilt. You told her no, this is for me. She bought it. The school conditions are poor and it will be very cold if she lives in the dormitory. She can sleep on a kang or turn on an electric fan at home. This time, I really understand your heart. Parents all over the world love and care about their children, including you, of course, so we don’t have to doubt our parents’ love for their children.
People say that the sky is high and the sea is the deepest, and a father’s love is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. Perhaps, there is a book in the world that can never be read, and that is the love of parents. If there is a song in this world for fathers, then let us sing softly for the immortal father's love in this world: Let us be quiet like before, without saying anything, you can always understand.
Because love never grows old.