The second volume of the eighth grade Chinese imitates the essay model.

1. Grade 8 Volume 2 My Childhood Imitation Composition 500 My Childhood

Childhood is like a golden field, filled with the joy of harvest, laughter and intoxicating fragrance.

Childhood memories are like golden ears of rice, so I will choose the most beautiful one to share with you.

I remember when I was a child, I went to menstruation's house. My aunt had a dog at that time. I often move it around with branches to tease the dog. Once, somehow, as soon as I approached, the dog barked, scaring me to sit on the ground and cry. Grandma heard this and ran to drive the dog away. "Let's go! Let's go You beast! " The dog barked even harder. Grandma kicked, but the dog bit her. Grandma still has scars on her legs that have been bitten by dogs.

I remember when I was in the first grade, I carried my newly bought schoolbag, used new stationery, looked at new books, made many friends, and started my study career with the teacher's smile.

The most unforgettable thing is a school relay race. My heart began to beat faster as soon as I played it. I am afraid that I will fall behind and the baton in my classmate's hand will approach me. I can't help sweating. It's my turn! I ran away with the baton, forgetting my opponent and myself. "hey!" I tripped over a stone and my hand was bleeding. My classmates are all sweating for me. I shook the soil and endured the pain. At this moment, I have been left behind and feel desperate. But when I think of the cheers of my classmates and the honor of Class One, Grade Six, I feel very strong in my heart, run fast again and finally cross the finish line.

Childhood is golden and beautiful. Childhood memories are embedded in my heart like pearls, and I will never forget them.

2. The eighth grade, the next book, Chinese Lesson 3 Imitation Composition Ants and bees are close friends. But one day, an ant from No.1 Middle School went to the city to look for food. Hear children sing "Our life is sweeter than honey"; There are pictures of bees collecting honey in the picture library.

The ant wondered: how can humans draw them instead of us! Maybe we can find something that human beings praise us in other places. But it searched every corner and found no place to praise ants. He went back to his den and told the king and queen what happened today.

The king and the king were unhappy after hearing this. The Queen first spoke: "Humans are really weird. Aren't bees bigger and more beautiful than us? " What's the big deal!

"yes! It is possible that bees often sting people, and human beings are afraid, so they have to make bees happy in this way. A "bribe" and a "bribe" are really shameless The king said plausibly.

"yes. Humans are really blind. What do we have against mankind? Humans protect them. Their backstage is always so big and unfair! Ants are complaining for themselves. " Well, I understand everyone's difficulties, and I often don't want to take revenge for it! I'll ask them myself tomorrow. Said the king.

Early the next morning, the king went to the bee kingdom on foot with dry food. It's really hard to wade all the way. Without food, the king was very sad, afraid that he could not get revenge in the bee country, and he was disheartened. At this time, he saw a new flower, so it was inconvenient to lie down and eat it with relish. Eating and eating, it saw a bee flying towards it, and hatred welled up in its heart, so it asked loudly, "Bee! Why should humans praise you instead of us? !

The bee said quietly, "This question is not difficult, so I won't praise you, because you only think about yourself and do things for you." The queen ant was speechless and left with conviction.

After returning home, the ant king came to the bee kingdom with his children and grandchildren.

3. The second-grade Chinese composition imitates the second volume of the eighth grade, Duck Eggs on the Dragon Boat Festival, and writes an essay about the Dragon Boat Festival, which is well-known in China.

I remember when I was a child, after the Dragon Boat Festival, I always got up early in the morning, stood in the yard to exercise my muscles, and then hung an unknown plant on my ear. This plant has a suffocating fragrance, and my sleep was swept away unconsciously, leaving only a breeze in my mind. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't know what kind of plant was useful, but my grandparents said it was a kind of herb that could ward off evil spirits, and the Dragon Boat Festival was essential.

Don't trust me either. When I went out that afternoon, I saw plants hanging in every household. The doors and windows, the huts and the whole town are filled with this fragrance, which is refreshing.

At noon, our children are very happy because we can eat duck eggs. Don't think that duck eggs are nothing, you should remember that it was the Dragon Boat Festival.

Yes, the duck eggs on the Dragon Boat Festival are very special. These duck eggs are cooked with the herbs I mentioned above. The smell of herbs and duck eggs themselves are not attractive. Moreover, duck eggs have all turned blue and yellow because of the soaking of herbs, which makes people stunned.

When I was a child, my hands were small, and I wanted to get more duck eggs, but I couldn't get a few, so I always knitted a complex with wool, then put it in one by one and hung it on my chest. Of course, this is not beautiful! But at that time, it was our children's favorite decoration. Duck eggs have been hanging for a long time. As soon as we were happy, we took out the duck eggs in the collateral and ate them. Children are very careful when eating duck eggs.

Nothing is broken except the short position. After eating the egg yolk protein inside, wash it with water.

In the evening, I got into the bamboo forest, caught some fireflies, put them in the eggshell, covered them with a thin layer and sealed them. Fireflies are shining in it, very brilliant! Now that I have grown up, the bamboo forest has disappeared, and there will probably be no more Dragon Boat Festival when I was a child.

In the summer of 2003, my old friends and I went to Yunnan and passed the Stone Forest.

The Jade Stone Forest is in full bloom, climbing the silver cloud into the clear water among the strange mountains and rocks, which is mysterious, magnificent, mysterious and strange, with thousands of gestures. This is the Stone Forest Grand View, which was prepared by our predecessors. However, the nameless lake in the north, the Antarctic botanical garden, and the literati travel here, and the sense of things is not unusual.

If the rain stops in Mao Mao, it will be dark, the clouds will be dense, the sun will not be clear in the distance, the mountains will be looming, there will be few tourists, the soil will be wet, the evening will come and the sunset will hang around. When you arrive at the Stone Forest, you will be filled with sadness and sorrow, and you will look bleak and sad.

If the spring breeze is warm, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the lake will be blue tomorrow, the pine and cypress will grow, the brocade scales will ripple, and the grass will be green. Or the clouds are empty, the beautiful clouds are thousands of miles away, the golden light reflects the water, and the shadow is like its object, and the tourists echo it. How happy I am! You go to Shilin, where people are happy, relaxed, far-sighted and have endless fun.

Hey, honey! Is it to taste the heart of the ancient benevolent, or to do something different? Don't be sad or happy because of foreign things, don't be sad or happy because of gains and losses, worry about people in officialdom and worry about their kings in Jianghu. If you advance, you will worry, and if you retreat, you will worry. But when will you be happy? The ancients said, "Worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later"! Wes, who are we going home with?

July 1st, four years.

5. The discussion and practice of the first lesson of Chinese in the second volume of the eighth grade of People's Education Press. The composition of the fourth question is a letter from Lu Xun to Mr. Fujino. Dear Mr. Fujino, hello! From the moment I left Sendai because I gave up medicine to become a writer, I miss you like silk, and I miss you all the time! On the way of growing up, I will always think of your training and teaching. You have no narrow national prejudice, you are rigorous in your studies and serious in your teaching. You can treat me as a weak student with a fair heart, and you have given me great care, encouragement and sincere help. Under the historical background at that time, how commendable it is that you can do this! Because of this, you left me endless anxiety and gratitude. Do you know that?/You know what? How great you are in my heart! You made me understand that the evil of treating people is not the fault of treating people. I originally studied medicine with the hope of saving the country and the people, but I left Sendai because I saw the movie news and found the ignorance and numbness of China people. So I decided to change the spirit of China people and arouse their sense of crisis and enthusiasm for governing the country with words. I think this is much more important than curing people's diseases, so I made this choice from the beginning. I lied to you to say goodbye that day just to avoid your sadness and regret. Now I hope to get your understanding and understanding. I haven't taken photos for many years since I left Sendai. I'm afraid you'll ask, so I'm disappointed, so I haven't written to you so far. I also keep the handout you changed for me, but in the process of moving, I broke a bookcase and lost half of it. I'm disappointed that the handout is missing. But at least, I still have your picture. Whenever I am very tired at night, your photos can always free me from fatigue, let me find my conscience again and increase my courage. Your enthusiastic hope and tireless teaching make me respect and admire you immensely. Your spirit and virtue will always inspire me to keep forging ahead! Shunzhi Jiaoan! One day, your student Zhou Shuren.

6. imitate the first lesson of the eighth grade Chinese dear grandpa: hello! Thank you for raising me and staying with me.

It's raining, please give me an umbrella; It's hot, please give me a fan; It's windy, please add clothes for me; When I am sick, you give me medicine. Grandpa, you love me in every way. I remember one day in the first grade of primary school, the clear sky suddenly changed face. In an instant, it rained cats and dogs, and the cold wind roared. The rain was pouring down, and I was shivering with cold. I look out of the window from time to time and think, "if only grandpa could give me an umbrella!" " In a few minutes, a familiar face caught my eye, ah! I looked at it carefully, and it was my long-awaited grandfather. I shouted, "Grandpa! Grandpa! You are here at last! " I shouted and rushed to grandpa. Grandpa took my hand and added me a thick sweater. Pass me a bowl of ginger soup as soon as you get home. "Grandson, frozen to death. Drink a bowl of ginger soup to warm your stomach. "

Tears as big as beans welled up in my eyes. Grandpa, I wish you a long and healthy life.