8 th grade story composition 1 My family has an old reclining chair made of bamboo. I don't know when it was left by our ancestors, but the front of the lounge chair has been polished very smoothly. The chair frame is senile, and when people sit on it, they will "squeak" and sing nonstop.
For as long as I can remember, the old recliner is grandma's patent. Grandma is old and often has backache. She will lie on the sofa and have a rest. At that time, I was too young to understand. I often compete with my grandmother for the recliner. Grandma always coaxed me: "Let grandma sit down and tell you stories." This story is very attractive to me. I quickly slipped down from the recliner, cleverly helped grandma to the recliner, moved a small stool, and held up my cheeks to help grandma tell stories.
Grandma's story is like a firefly on a summer night. There are countless stories: The Legend of the White Snake, Zhao Wuniang's Going to the Front, Yang Liulang's Words, Three Killings of haing s ngor, Chinese Cabbage ... Every time I fall asleep sweetly in grandma's story, I can always see the characters in grandma's story in my dreams.
The more grandma's stories are told, the bigger and more sensible I am in grandma's stories. But grandma and her old recliner are old. Later, grandma always told a story several times before she finished it. As she spoke, she kept coughing, and the old recliner sang along with it. Whenever this time, I am distressed to say to my grandmother: "Grandma, don't say it, I will tell you." Grandma listened kindly to me repeat her story.
One summer afternoon, grandma fell asleep forever without any pain in my story. Mother said, "it's no use for grandma to leave the old recliner." Cut it for firewood! " "I won't let me. I said, "Save it for grandma. "Every time this time, my mother will secretly wipe tears.
Now I am a junior one student. I read a lot of books. Every day after school, when I get home, I sit on the sofa and tell stories to my neighbors' children: Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Water Margin, Yang Jiajiang ... I think grandma can hear my stories in heaven.
When I was a child, my fantasy about my schoolbag stayed on a magic treasure chest full of staves and magic books. When I touch it with my hand, I can take out a book full of ancient words and read the inscription on it, then I can send out a golden spark. Growing up, knowing the truth, the novelty has not faded.
How amazing the schoolbag is. It doesn't look like a big area, but you can put a textbook with ink fragrance in several pockets and stick your head in it to smell it: it seems that all hearts emit a wonderful fragrance.
The schoolbag that impressed me the most was a small schoolbag that I carried for a long time in the third and fourth grades. Nothing special, but there is a crack in the middle that I pressed down with a colorful sticker in the shape of Mickey Mouse. Mickey mouse is cute, with round eyes and a golden smell like sunshine when he smiles.
The third and fourth grades are my rebellious period. I have a bad temper, so does my mother. Unconsciously, this anger burned into the school. It can be said that my grades have plummeted.
I tried to give up my studies several times and threw my schoolbag from the third floor, but every time I was about to put it down, that elusive smiling face made my hand shrink back.
Several times I stood on the balcony in the dark, screaming at insects and birds, wondering if every schoolbag has a story. Do you have your own emotions? Thinking of this, I suddenly felt awe of my schoolbag.
It is it, silently accompanying me through the roast duck restaurant in the rain and dancing in the shade under the gray sky; On Christmas Eve, open the greeting card of Santa Claus beard with me, and imagine the warm kang on the top of the mountain and the fog among the trees with me; Its belly has the criticism of the class teacher and my boring notes; Is it staring at me with silent eyes? When can I know?
The small schoolbag has long been thrown into the dark garage, and these fragments seem to be far away from me. But every time I get hit, my heart seems to be shining with a golden smile. Maybe a long time later, when I see a child excitedly unpacking his new schoolbag, a smiling face will appear in my heart!
8 th grade story composition 3 265438+ In the 20th century society, chasing fashion and trends has become a social trend. This trend is not only a beautiful landscape of society, but also the driving force of social progress. Now, from small to large, from male to female, everyone is following the trend. There are also many people around me. Let's have a look.
There are many kinds of tides. Some middle school students are good at electronic products, some adults play outdoor sports, heavy metals and parkour, some elderly people learn English, surf the Internet and send emails, and even some pets wear small suits and sunglasses, which makes people laugh and cry.
Just give one of the most common examples. The students in our class are all "electronic control". Ipad, iphone, computer use that is called a slip. The best can make animations and games, hide downloaded files, etc. What general itunes download, basic computer knowledge can be applied. This is our primary school students' way of catching the tide.
Now some new words, such as hip hop, parkour and extreme sports, are synonymous with adults. In the square near home, there are countless street dances and roller skating. They either lie down, or stand up, or rotate or flip, one playing better than the other. Professional heavy metal rock bands, such as those wearing ghosts and wolves masks and skeleton clothes, occasionally come to attract people to watch. This is a way for adults to keep up with the trend.
"That's great! Won! " Is this a young fan? Is this a crazy audience? Don't! Don't! Don't! This is the old man of 2 1 century! Old people? I believe everyone's impression must be the image of playing chess with reading glasses. It used to be like this, but not anymore. There are many activity clubs for the elderly in Kunshan, which teach them English, dance in groups, and some even play ipad.
A straight suit, a retro hat with European and American customs, and black sunglasses for bodyguards. Where is this sacred? This is the standard "tide pet"! I can't help laughing at the thought of that stupidity. It's really trendy
The trend is not to wear a few famous brands. Tide is not to say a few fashionable words, but to integrate into this era and society. This is the real tide.
8 th grade story composition 4 Feel the fragrance of spring flowers, listen to the beauty of summer rain, pick up the sweet fruit in autumn and snuggle up next to the stove in winter. Going to Qiu Lai in spring, four seasons alternate, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, weaving the story of me and the book.
Welcome in spring. A breeze caresses the earth, and a string of drizzles moistens everything. Bloom is dead, the ice has melted, and beautiful birds are chirping and singing spring sonatas. I like reading Yuan Shigong's Travels in Man Jing: "When the ice skin begins to melt, the scales are sparkling and crystal clear as a mirror, but the cold light comes out of the box." It is the absolute praise of spring water; "The mountains are washed by clear snow, fresh and beautiful, the clouds are as clean as the meeting of beautiful girls, and the beginning of the bun is only a little bit", written by the clear spring mountain; "The wicker will be comfortable, the cloak will be soft and the wheat field will be shallow." Write the trees in spring vividly and truly. Yuan Shigong made me really understand spring.
Summer solstice. Clusters of green came into view, and patches of blue spread all over the world. The sun is shining high, baking the earth, the wind is hot, the rain is crazy, and the sun can be seen everywhere. I think of Camel Xiangzi written by Lao She. Xiangzi was forced by the cruel society and had to continue pulling carts under the scorching sun. He was very sad, lowered his head and pulled the car slowly. He has no ideas, no goals, and he is in a daze. His body is covered with sticky sweat and smells bad. It was Lao She who let me know the sufferings and hardships of the working people.
Autumn is coming. There are fruits everywhere, and the sun is setting, which is a busy scene. Leaves wither, chrysanthemums bloom, and scenes change. "August autumn high wind whistling" is the autumn wind; "The crane in the clear sky clouds" is something in autumn performing its dream; "Moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream" is described by the autumn scenery. In the poet's pen, autumn is colorful, beautiful and refined, which is what literati pursue.
Winter is coming. Snowflakes fluttered, everything withered, plants lost their vitality, and animals lost their traces. But in Chairman Mao's pen, what I see is the magic and magnificence of "a thousand miles frozen, Wan Li snowing", "the river goes up and down, but it is lost", and the extraordinary spectacle of Wan Li's frozen river; The heroic spirit of "dancing mountain silver snake, like wax elephant, wants to compete with God" is boundless. Chairman Mao's style of writing is supreme. Writing the bleak winter so magnificently has given me a deeper understanding of winter.
Ah! How many spring, summer, autumn and winter, how many days and nights, I laughed with my ancestors, laughed with today's people, enjoyed the scenery together, and lived with flowers and plants. I have many interesting stories with books.
The evening sky is the most beautiful, bright yellow glassy clouds are flowing all over the sky, and rural land and all kinds of wild flowers and weeds bloom freely.
When I was very young, I was fostered by my parents in my grandmother's house-that small village.
Grandma and I often bathe in the bright sunshine and visit various houses. Businessmen like to comb my short furry hair neatly, tie it up with various ribbons, let him untie her long hair with silver threads, and let me count the silver threads on her head. Whenever I can't count, she always says with a strange smile, "I'm old, I'm old." Then she sat in front of the mirror, dejected and despondent. I know, she was thinking about grandpa. She combed her hair neatly. I looked at my grandmother again, feeling that she was not like an old peasant woman, but like a legendary fairy grandmother.
Grandma often teaches me folk songs or tells legendary stories. I saw a bunch of snow-white flowers, pale pink petals and slender leaves in the garden, which should be picked. Grandma smiled and said, "This flower is like Yazi's curved eyelashes when she was a child." I keep blinking at my eyelashes. Grandma looked at me with a smile: "This baby stinks." I like Xiaohua Mall smiling at grandma. Grandma picked me up and went to the kitchen to make my famous bean jelly.
Grandma gently grabbed a handful of cut white bean jelly and put it in a small dish, adding ingredients: red pepper, purple vinegar, brown sesame paste, garlic paste and salt. Message ... I'm not full yet, but I've had a big meal.
When the bean jelly was served, I was already "salivating". When my grandmother helped me adjust it, I couldn't wait to gobble it up. A big plate of bean jelly was destroyed by my greedy cat. After washing pots and pans with grandma, go to the small yard to enjoy the cool. My grandmother has never told me foreign fairy tales. Other children are listening to Daughter of the Sea in their mother's arms, while I am listening to Daughter of the Sea beside her. "Butterfly Lovers" ... I feel that my grandmother knows everything, but her talent has been covered up by words like farm work. She watered me with her thoughts.
Looking at the whispering swallows, she taught me that "flowers are helpless, swallows are familiar", pointing to the hand-painted lotus flowers on the wooden cabinet, she taught me that "lotus leaves can be picked in Jiangnan, and there are lotus leaves in Hetian Tian". Oh, I see. Song poetry flies in the tip of the swallow, and Yuefu poetry is the fragrance of lotus flowers. ...
Grandpa magically took out some rough candy from his pocket and asked me who to buy a big house for when I grew up. I grabbed the candy from grandpa's big hand and stuffed it into my mouth. I said vaguely that I would buy a big house for my grandmother. The teased grandfather was so angry that he wanted to hit me. I quickly hid behind my grandmother and made a face at him. Grandpa couldn't help smoking a beard and staring at the kang.
Later, grandpa left, leaving only a few shabby houses and grandma. When I grow up, my parents will take me to the outside world. When I grow up, my grades are getting higher and higher, my study pressure is getting heavier and heavier, and my time is getting less and less. During the summer vacation, I took time to go to my grandmother's house. My grandmother has cut her hair. Grandma with short ears looks younger and more agile, but what do I think is missing? I walked into grandma's house with a box of milk and several bags of fruit. I feel that milk is so light because he has lost the weight of filial piety!
Grade 8 Story Composition 6 "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond ..." In the classroom, students read aloud. I can't help but think of the little things I got along with my classmates at school this year: we listened carefully in class, raised our hands actively and studied together; They also run, chase and play together on the green grass under the blue sky. Su Shi's famous saying, "Those who have achieved great things in ancient times are not only talented, but also determined to persevere" has become our motto, hanging on the spotless wall of the classroom, and whenever we encounter difficulties in learning, we will take a look to motivate ourselves. This effect is really good, and we have all made great progress.
Although we have only been together for a short year, I deeply feel the teacher's love for my classmates, the deep friendship between classmates and the enthusiasm for learning, which are printed in my mind.
Once, there was an unfortunate news from high school: a big brother in high school unfortunately got cancer, but his father died and only his mother took him to school. Therefore, the school held a fund-raising activity, so that every student volunteered to pay and dedicate their love. When the students in our class heard this, they all frowned, sympathized with the big brother, and more importantly, thought about how to help him. When I came home from school that day, I wanted to ask my parents for money, but on second thought, I was helping others and should solve it myself. So, I took out my piggy bank, poured out my usual coins and counted them several times, which happened to be 70 yuan. I took it all to the canteen downstairs and changed it into whole money, ready to donate it all.
The next day, I went to school and solemnly handed over the money to the life Committee. I hope it helps. To my surprise, most students in the class use their own pocket money. They rushed to the life Committee, as if afraid that they could not help. A classmate generously donated 100, and all his classmates gave him a favorable look, but he said modestly that it was proper to help others, and there was nothing worthy of praise. Through this incident, I felt the enthusiasm and helpfulness of my classmates. The school is like a big family. All the students are brothers and sisters. We are very happy to help each other.
Not only do students get along well with each other, but teachers are also very good to their classmates. They often take time out to help us evaluate our homework and review what we have learned all day.
In a dictation before the mid-term exam, our English was very poor, and most students only got more than 70 points. Teacher Zhu, who teaches English, left us all in the afternoon and took pains to tell us again, and also told us how to recognize phonetic symbols and recite words. Some students don't know how to raise their hands to ask questions She will speak more patiently and carefully until each of us understands. After school that day, I stayed to help the students on duty clean up. Walking to the garbage bag in the office, I saw that Mr. Zhu was still trying to correct our papers. Teacher Zhu has really done too much for us. We should study hard to repay her.
My school, Renmin Middle School, is a school that I am proud of. I have learned a lot of knowledge and a lot of truth here. She is like an airplane, full of hope, leading us to a bright future. If life when I first entered middle school is a blank sheet of paper, then this blank sheet of paper must be covered with colorful balloons and flowers, recording one story after another here. I love my school, my alma mater, Renmin Middle School!
8 th grade story composition 7 Spring is the season when even the soil is fragrant. The air is full of fresh smell, tender green. The air in the morning is still mixed with the smell of dew, which is sweet and worthy of the name "dew".
The lotus of grass is soft, the ridge is dry and warm, and the smell of the sun permeates the cheeks. Spring is a good time for an outing.
Today, we came to Xiangshan Film and Television City, stepping on the breath of spring and setting foot on this beautiful "ancient city".
Out of the retro pavilions, covered with pink, a new garden.
The peach blossoms are blooming, and I can't help but stop.
There is a clump of black in a crystal pink, which seems to be still swaying. Inadvertently, my eyes widened a lot. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be two playful braids. Also, am I the only one who can find such a beautiful season to enjoy? Putting down this surprise, I slowly stepped forward and wanted to see more clearly.
It turned out to be a group of children with the same purpose as my visit. There are all kinds of jokes on an elegant beige floral tablecloth, and the children sit around and enjoy this wonderful afternoon tea. Surrounded by peach trees, there is a faint fragrance floating around. Lying under a tree, the sun shines through the petals, and the flowers turn into transparent colors, crystal clear and dreamlike beauty. The nose is surrounded by soil mixed with the smell of grass, and there is a faint floral fragrance. I seem to smell the sun. Warm, just like the smell on the quilt that was dried for an afternoon when I was a child, soft. There are still children's laughter in my ears. ......
So I fell asleep, lost in this forest, lost in this spring. ......
8 th grade story composition 8 happiness, anger, sadness and joy are frequent visitors in my life.
happy
Listen to my mother and take me out to play this Saturday, but wherever she is, she always laughs it off, hehe, it's rare! You can go out to play, and your heart is tickling. I hope this moment will come soon.
angry
It's just a long time. Damn weather changes face faster than anyone else. Suddenly, my face looked good, but it sank again, which made me flustered. It is raining again. I looked at the sky helplessly, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became. Who are you showing your face to? You are angry with me on purpose!
sympathize with
Alas, I sat on the side and kept checking the weather changes, while my mother was reading the newspaper leisurely. "Mom, look at the weather, can you go?" Tell me where to go. What if I can't? Don't stay at home either. "I looked at my mother anxiously, but I couldn't see the slightest worry on her face." What are you afraid of? I'd better not go, but it will save me money. Don't you know the time? "Mom said while reading the newspaper, I looked at the clock, it's already one twenty-five, is it still early? alas ...
Sigh, time passes quietly.
happy
14: 15, the rain stopped and I got excited again. I made a fuss and said, "Mom, look, the rain has stopped. Let's leave now. Hey, look, it's getting late. " I only heard my mother say, "Good morning, it's early." I am speechless. Well, if you don't take me, I'll go somewhere else to play. With this in mind, I put on my shoes and got ready to go. "Hey, where are you going!" My mother stopped me and asked, "Where do you want to go again?" "Play by yourself!" I'm getting a little impatient. "Wait, ok, I'll take you there. I am impatient. If you wait a little longer, I'm going to take you to the column! " Mom said. Hehe, I am happy again when I hear this sentence. ...
At this point in the story, I believe everyone has a little understanding of their own life, so is life, and so is life.
Life is a story book, with a beginning and an end, and tomorrow will be more exciting. Please continue to watch my sequel. ...
8 th grade story composition 9 life is like a rugged road, with swamps and flowers; There are failures and successes. And everything that happens around you, like every step of life, is unforgettable, although there is no vigorous and touching plot.
Just entering the gate of middle school, everything you have to face is different, and it is inevitable that you will not be used to it.
I failed the first Chinese exam. When I was holding the test paper in fear and trembling, two bright red and dazzling numbers jumped into my eyes: 63! God, this is the worst result in the exam since I went to school. The shadow of failure is like a rock of fate, which makes me breathless. Seeing others in high spirits, I hate myself for disappointing. When I was in the sixth grade, I often heard people say that girls gradually failed after entering middle school. Has this sentence really come true for me? This was the first turning point in my life, but it left an indelible black spot. I really want to cry, and my heart is in a mess. It seems that there is a little rabbit playing drums in my heart. No matter how to comfort yourself, it won't help. I was scared, afraid that the first thing I saw when I came home was my mother's cold face and that kind of merciless reprimand. I hesitate to tell my parents the truth or pretend as if nothing had happened. Finally, let irresistible vanity prevail. When I got home, I quietly hid the test paper in the closet, trying to completely forget the hateful 63 from my mind. However, instead of making me feel relaxed, the boulder in my heart became heavier and heavier, and my heart became uneasy. It seems to me that vanity and honesty are struggling. Tell me honestly: "paper can't wrap fire, and things will be exposed sooner or later." Instead of letting my parents find out first, let them take the initiative. " And vanity said, "don't listen, it's all nonsense. You'd better think about that cold face!" " "My brain is blank and I don't know who to listen to. Just when I was hesitant, I suddenly remembered what the teacher once said: In the face of difficulties, you should cheer up!
Finally, I told my father everything, and the answer was not reprimanded, but meaningful: "It doesn't matter if you fail, it's important to know how to face it." Difficulties and setbacks have always been with us, and we can't be devastated by yesterday's failure. What is needed in front of them is courage. Only in this way can we face every day of our future life correctly! "Dad's words made me feel suddenly enlightened. I want to cheer up and get rid of the hateful 63!
Yes, failure is only the touchstone to test people. Life has a long way to go. We should face it calmly and never let today's body fall into the quagmire of yesterday. Otherwise, yesterday's sadness will corrode today's mood, yesterday's heaviness will bind today's pace, and yesterday's failure will confuse today's direction!
8 th grade story composition 10 I am a girl who loves flowers. I have loved flowers since I was a child, and I can't walk when I see them. My mother said I was a flower bug, and my father said I was a bee.
My favorite flower is dandelion with the second name "Little Paratrooper". I love it from the sky, love it can be settled anywhere, love it will grow tenaciously wherever it is, and love it to dance in the air with the wind. ...
I was five years old. Once, by chance, I found a flowerpot that I had just picked the flowers but didn't pour the soil on the windowsill, and two small buds appeared. I looked intently, hey, it's still one big and one small! I jumped three feet high with joy, ran to my mother's side to follow me, told her everything I saw, and dragged her to the windowsill to see Xiao Ye. Mother said, "This is the bud of dandelion seed."
Under the careful care of my mother and I, two small flower buds gradually grew up, covered with long green serrated leaves. In the middle of the leaves, a cylindrical flower stem sprouted. The flower buds were oblate and bulging, and slowly cracked, and all of them opened into small flowers in Huang Cancan. They swayed with the wind, as if to say to me, "Thank you! Thank you! " Soon, the two small flowers gradually withered and each wore a small white velvet hat. After a night, the white hat on the bigger flower disappeared without a trace. I was so sad that I ran to my mother in tears and choked up and said, "Mom, that white man ... dandelion's white velvet hat ... took it away." My mother touched my head and told me softly, "The white velvet hat on dandelion's head is its seed. Each seed has a pinch of small white hair. When the seeds are crowded together, they become a white velvet hat. When the wind blows, the' little paratroopers' will take advantage of the wind to find their new home. " My mother took me to the windowsill. Ah, a cool breeze blew, and another little flower's white velvet hat flew away. I waved and shouted, "goodbye, little paratrooper!" " "
How can I forget this wonderful story of dandelion?