In ordinary daily life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are 9 excellent compositions of Grade 8 compiled by me for reference only. Let's have a look. 1

As a student, I am most concerned about my grades. I am a layman, and I can't escape this fate.

when I was a child, I was a very annoying person, but I couldn't tell where I hated it.

For example, in the primary school Chinese class, the teacher asked a girl to answer questions. The girl answered well, and the teacher was very happy. When she was happy, she praised her and said, Everyone should learn from her. There are already seven or eight five-pointed stars in her exercise book.

then I will say in a quiet voice, I have seventeen, but I will continue to work hard.

I would never do such a thing in junior high school.

When a classmate says how much I practice writing, someone will immediately jump out and say, "What's the difference? What's my score?" Then she will be complacent in the admiration of people around her.

I thought about my score and smiled quietly.

I know what it is.

Our class has the third place in the world in Olympic Mathematics, so why not the first and second place? Because she thinks it's too annoying to fly to Singapore to participate in the finals and abstain.

Look, she is helping the teacher with the examination paper, which will be the answer for the next class.

she has absolutely no idea that someone is writing about her. I have a younger brother, Guo Zhanwei, who is six years old this year. He looks no different from me, but he has a mole under his nose. There is a funny story about this mole!

Once, my younger brother was learning to draw a self-portrait in kindergarten. When he was drawing himself, he first drew the features that ordinary people have, such as a pair of eyes, a nose, a mouth and a little hair. After he finished drawing, he looked left and right in the mirror and found something missing, so he clicked a mole under the nose in the painting. This is really the finishing touch! Although I clicked in the wrong direction (because I looked in the mirror). He proudly handed in his self-portrait, and the teacher praised him when he saw it. Later, this self-portrait was posted on the entrance cabinet of our house. If you come to our house, don't forget to enjoy it.

He likes playing computer, too. When he wants to play computer, he can be very cunning.

once, while I was reading a book, my younger brother came to me and said, Brother, mom said you wanted to play computer. Then he said to himself, no, it's wrong. Then he hurried to his mother and said to her: Mom, my brother said he wanted to play computer. Mom heard what he told me just now and laughed with me. Together, we exposed his trick. Do you want to play computer? He left with a red face.

besides being cunning, he is a little rigid.

Kindergarten held the Children's Day Art Show. He was one of the carefully selected hosts, and there were four people. The teacher asked them to take a bow after a speech before they walked off the stage. Once, my brother and a host came to the stage, said the serial words, introduced the next program, forgot to bow and got off the stage. Soon, he found that he had not bowed just now. According to common sense, he should blame himself in the audience. Who knows that he actually pulled the host who just came on stage with him, returned by the original road, and made up this bow before the next program started. He is so rigid!

I love my brother. Although we sometimes fight, it still can't change the feelings between our brothers. 3

Looking forward to, looking forward to, with the flock of geese returning to the south, the footsteps of autumn are approaching.

after washing in spring and summer, autumn brings a refreshing feeling without any flaws. Fruit blushes, rice bends, and Ye Er falls, paving a golden road.

the heavy fruit is full of fruit trees, and it almost hangs to the ground. In the garden, on the road, look, one piece is full of red, yellow and purple ... Several girls are holding bamboo baskets, laughing and picking fruits. What they are holding is not only fruits, but also colorful jumping notes, playing an "idyllic symphony".

oh, I don't know where it came from, but it was a refreshing chill, mixed with the fragrance of fruit. Lying under the tree, taking a deep breath, you will feel more comfortable than ever, and close your eyes, as if you saw Miss Qiu playing the harmonica, and suddenly opened the blocked passage in your heart, hoping for more such coolness. From time to time, there are still a few naughty leaves falling on your face. Don't be annoyed, try to indulge it and cover up your inner shyness.

in the morning, I opened the door and looked around. overnight, the grass and flowers were covered with a thin layer of transparent yarn. It's frost, and autumn frost seems to herald the coming of winter.

If spring is a lovely girl, then autumn is a mature woman, because she gains.

If spring is a robust youth, then autumn is a patient old man, because he is waiting. 4

That evening, when I came home from school, the room was dark, and my mother sat silently on the sofa in a daze. "Mom, are you uncomfortable?" I put down my schoolbag and want to get a glass of water. My mother grabbed me and sat me down beside her, saying, "Do you miss college?" "Ah?" I was surprised. "Yes, didn't you say that there will be fierce competition in the future, so I have to go to college?" Mother smiled reluctantly and said, "Mom is looking forward to your success!" "

another weekend, I came home early, only to find no one at home. I hurriedly asked Aunt Zhang, a neighbor who was peeling beans, "Aunt Zhang, where is my mother? Isn't she not going to work? " Aunt Zhang looked puzzled and said, "You don't know? After your mother was laid off, she asked me to help her find a temporary job in the food market ... "I flew out without waiting for my aunt to finish. Through the alley, through the food market, just to the corner, I was shocked. Mother, dressed in a shabby overalls, was bending down to wash the fish, her bloody hands were busy back and forth quickly, and a lock of yellow hair was blowing in the wind. Suddenly, my mother coughed and her waist was bent. After coughing for a long time, my mother beat her chest and straightened up again. Everything understood. My mother and I met in the eye, and she smiled reluctantly.

I just think that my mother did this job for me, which hurt a person's self-esteem. My tears came out. I stroked my mother's cold and rough hand and said, "Mom, don't do it, I ... don't take the college entrance examination!" " Mother was taken aback and tried to say something. But he didn't say anything after all. When she urged me to leave the counter, she murmured, "Mom can't be idle at home ... college is for studying ..." At this time, I found that my mother was really old, and wisps of silver were added to her dry hair.

Mother straightened up and urged me again, "Go home early and do your homework!" " After that, mother laboriously poured the fish into the basket by the counter. I tried to help her, but she pushed me away: "I'll do it myself!" "

the setting sun shines on the food market, and it is golden. At the alley entrance, I went back to see my mother again. Her back was straight and she was working hard.

People often say that there is a book in the world that can never be read, and that is maternal love. It is mother who supports this family with both hands. If there is still the most beautiful painting in the world, I would say it is a portrait of my mother, because this portrait contains infinite light and heat, which can be refracted to her son at any time, so that he can face reality and life. 5

Hold up a blue lantern, spread a piece of rice paper, and click a silence. The old begonia tree outside the window shook the stars and shattered the shadows. I have a special kind of companionship in this long night.

near the exam night, the lights in the dreary room are dense. The old begonia tree is dancing in the wind. Dad pushed the door and entered the room, sat aside and explained my doubts carefully. I answered them carefully. The piles of draft papers were as high as mountains, and the beautiful Chinese characters wrote a horizontal analysis, which made me get the message. Dad's words in my notebook were accompanied by the fragrance of begonia flowers. That night is no longer boring, that problem is no longer confusing, that light is no longer monotonous, and everything is added with special colors. Every night, my father is with me like this. Isn't this a special company?

The flowering and falling of the old begonia tree has become a special sight in my heart. The petals are fluttering, winter goes and spring comes, and white flowers are filled in my heart. The flowers are like snow, and they fall to the ground, but they are a little less bleak and a little more elegant. There is a special kind of companionship.

at night, I fell into the fire of homework again, and my father knocked lightly on the door and sent oranges into my room. I immediately put them into my mouth, and a sour feeling flooded into my heart. I spit them out and shouted sour. My father took the oranges out of the room, and my mouth said, "It's so sour, give them back to me!" After a while, I finished my homework and ate snacks in the living room. My father peeled oranges at one side. "Come and eat oranges!" " "Didn't I tell you the acid? Do not eat! " I replied impatiently. "It's all sweet. I've tasted it." Three plates of oranges are neatly placed in front of us. Suddenly, my eyes were wet. It turned out that my father had been peeling oranges and distinguishing between sweet and sour, just to give me that sweet orange. Tasting the orange that is no longer sour, my heart is a little warmer and sweeter. Isn't this special company? Outside the window, the old begonia tree is littered with white flowers, which is simple and elegant, like the company my father gave me, which is unusual and special. A withered peony flower is treasured in my desk. The person who sent me this flower is a distant cousin of mine, named Ren Xiufang. The year before last, I went to my grandmother's house to play during the summer vacation, and it happened that she also had a holiday, so we were inseparable, better than sisters. One evening, my cousin and I came back from my second aunt's house and saw the appetizing dates on the jujube tree in Xiaohong's yard. I asked her to take some home to eat. Seeing that she was silent, I continued to beg her. I saw that she blinked and said, "Xiaohong's mother is ill, and her father is going to sell dates and buy medicine to treat her father. If we steal it, we will not feel comfortable!" She promised to buy some from the collection and take them home. Although I knew I was wrong, I persisted willfully in my heart and called her a "hillbilly". My cousin looked at me in surprise, her eyes filled with tears and grievances. She glared at me and ran away, burying her face in it.

since then, she has stopped playing with me. I don't want to mention how hard it is! When grandma told me that she would send me home tomorrow, I really hated my willfulness and persistence for hurting my cousin.

I'm leaving, and my relatives and friends have come to see me off. I searched the crowd with the last glimmer of hope, but I couldn't find my cousin. How sad I am!

just as I was about to leave, my cousin came running in a hurry, and I was so excited that tears filled my eyes. This is when she suddenly gave me a packet of dates. Before I could say anything, she gave me another flower, a red peony flower, saying that she picked it for me herself and left it as a souvenir. I accepted it solemnly. I felt that I was not only holding a flower, but a real friendship from a rural girl. This flower connects two innocent hearts like an arrow. I will always cherish my cousin's gift and cherish this friendship. 7

Among the countless lamps I have seen, one lamp is unique. It is not as bright as a street lamp, but it is more useful than a street lamp. It can illuminate people's hearts without illuminating anywhere.

Six years in primary school is a very relaxing and happy six years. Playing with my friends, I'm not nervous or worried about my study. Happy time always passes quickly, six years will soon be over, and my heart will be somewhat reluctant.

I still remember the last meeting before graduation-the graduation ceremony, where the head teacher and several classroom teachers took turns to give our last speech. Several teachers all smiled, but they told us a lot with earnest heart. In fact, we all know that teachers always hope that we can make progress and surpass ourselves.

Teacher Zhang, the head teacher, also gave us a book and a notebook. The book is not repeated, everyone's is different, and it has been carefully selected by the teacher. An hour passed, and the last class given to us by several teachers was over.

With the last bell of primary school ringing, we graduated. After school, it is rare for us to volunteer to stay and clean. After cleaning, a group of students decided to go to the nearby shopping mall to play together, so I went together.

When we arrived at the mall, we put down our schoolbags and immediately started to play wildly as usual. You chased me and laughed together. It was really a great joy. Later, we went to play "Escape from the Chamber of Secrets". It is said that we are going to play, but in fact we are still chatting together. The quiet and gloomy atmosphere in the secret room has also been changed by our words.

At this time, it was suggested that everyone say a word to inspire others. I can't help thinking of a sentence I read in the book before, "There is no end to struggle, and any time is a starting point!" After a circle, nearly ten different words have always left footprints in our hearts. At this time, our hearts are all excited and boiling.

after a while, we went home.

What teachers and classmates said when they graduated, as well as their comments, have always been the lamp in my heart, and it is also the most difficult one to put out. 8

Plain is a kind of pursuit and a kind of realm. A plain life is like a chrysanthemum, and it is aloof and secluded.

A dull life is like a light rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Although it is not as violent as a storm, it also gives people a freshness after the rain. Although the plain life is not as solemn and stirring as "sealing the event with your words, which will make the hero's bones wither", there are also "Mei Xuxun's snow is white, but the snow loses Mei's fragrance", which is so aloof.

Ordinary life also has its own unique beauty, which is different from the secular world. All of them are outside Tsinghua and indifferent to it. Plain chrysanthemums, weather-beaten, beautiful as usual, proudly branch. Plain orchids, in the deep mountains and valleys, spit quietly and fragrant. The plain lotus is graceful in the mud. Dull plum blossoms, fragrant and blooming in the snow and ice. Life is impermanent, winning or losing is only temporary, plain and calm, and relaxation is a kind of character, a state, a kind of magnanimous and detached wisdom.

the plain life runs through the pursuit of "the water is not competitive, and the clouds are late", and the plain life can also blossom into another splendor. Tao Yuanming's life is plain, but there are also the profound artistic conception of "I am drunk and want to go to sleep, and the Ming Dynasty intends to hold the piano", and "I can see Nanshan leisurely under the hedge of chrysanthemums", and there are also "How can I bend my back for five buckets of rice?" The noble and proud shore.

A dull life, though meaningless, is indifferent to fame and fortune. However, we should have the ambition of "helping the whole life", "being poor is immune to it, and being up to it is also helpful to the world", and we should always shed our blood for the rise and fall of the country, so that the dull life will bloom with excitement. Excellent composition of Grade 8 9

"Life lies in competition, and without competition, it is equal to loss.