Selected 800-word Collection of High School Students' Compositions (Part One)? "I don't like quarreling the most. I can bear it. " She advised me to break my heart. She is a little shorter than me. At this time, she bent her knees slightly, took my arm, pulled my sleeve from time to time, and said in a slightly meaningful tone: "Many things will be tolerated. There is no need to make everyone unhappy, don't you think! " She pulled out her arm-in-arm hand and patted me on the back as if she had been here before.
? She is always like a glass of warm water, neither hot nor angry. She is always indifferent when someone slanders her. "Oh, slander itself is a kind of hope!" "Sometimes, after she gives up her seat, someone will give her various nicknames, but she also readily accepts it.
? She has a good temper and always enjoys herself with others. In the corridor, she always chats side by side with others and goes to the bathroom. Sometimes when doing homework quietly in the classroom, I can always see her chasing each other with others. Perhaps because she was not tall when she first met, she was always ridiculed by us and didn't get angry in the days when she got along. Whenever we hit her happily, she always seems indifferent. The ponytail is combed high behind the head, unkempt, and a few strands of miscellaneous hair stick to the face. The funny thick lips on the baby's fat face evoke a radian, and the brown pupils are full of helplessness, sighing: "Melancholy!" But there is nothing we can do about it.
? Her home is on the way to mine, but mine is farther away. I went home with her that day, and she kindly sent me downstairs. I dragged her: "Will you send me away? Please, stay away. " She's a little tangled, but she should be down. After arriving at the designated place, I was still persistent and attentive to him. She put a hand on her forehead and sighed, "well, let's go to the dentist in front!" " "I am very happy, jumping around holding her arm like a rabbit and walking back. When I arrived, I said, "Oh, it's not far. Cross the street with me. It's very close! " "She frowned. "Well," "I really won't go this time." "Are you sure?" I smiled insidiously. She was surprised, her eyes suddenly enlarged, and her lips stood there with a big mouth. She immediately reacted and squatted on the ground, looking at me with tears in her eyes. I dragged her forward in spite of her overflowing despair. I pulled her like a frog jumping in a pond in early spring. Tired after a long time, I am almost home, and she has sent me there every day since then. She always cares about me. I was sitting behind her when I remembered. I accidentally cut my hand, and the red blood overflowed from a small gap, getting bigger and bigger, and then burst open and stained a large piece of skin. She looked at it with a frown, and her brow was full of worries. "Oh, stop playing. I told you to be careful. Are you all right? " She looked at my hand and said, "Don't do this next time. Be a good boy." She chattered away. If I remember her many years later, I don't know whether I remember her figure when she accompanied me home, or whether I remember her silly appearance being teased by others, or whether she couldn't hide her joy when she talked about me!
High school students' 800-word composition collection (Volume II)? In September, when I came to a new school, I was full of joy, curiosity and a little nervous. The first time I felt the change of the environment was that people kept coming in and out of my life, and the windows in my heart opened and rotated inexplicably.
? At the beginning of school, I tried to find the familiar figure of my classmates who had been together in primary school for six years, and I was also actively facing new classmates I had never met. Coincidentally, primary school students in different classes at the same level have become "new classmates" that I am not new.
? He has a sunny appearance, deep eyes are very kind, his mouth is always naturally upturned, his face is smiling, and his tall and straight posture always makes him stand out from the crowd.
? The story between him and me is always full of interest, and there will always be unexpected results. I still remember that we played a game of pushing hands with great interest during the break, and we entered a white-hot stage from the beginning. He gave me a hard push forward unexpectedly. My center of gravity was unstable, my hands danced wildly, my body wobbled, and my knees and waist sucked hard to stabilize my body. I don't breathe a sigh of relief, nor do I show weakness. A pusher, as he expected, dodged the attack, but I also announced the result of the game because my center of gravity was too high and ended in failure. He laughed at me loudly, and the laughter resounded through the class. I was angry with embarrassment. Although I am short, it doesn't mean that I am a "soft persimmon". I quickly grabbed his arm. In this "contest", I saw his sensitive and strong, very tough side. It also deepened our friendship invisibly. It's really "no fight, no deal".
? He also has a different side, very intimate and meticulous. Once, when I was cooking, I picked up my meal card and brushed it on the sensor, and the four characters "insufficient balance" appeared on the screen. Look at the chef's surprised eyes. I was like an ant on hot bricks, not to mention how embarrassed I was, but my stomach growled disappointingly. At this time, a familiar subwoofer voice appeared behind him: "Is the meal card out of money?" I looked back and saw him with a concerned expression on his face. I insist on my dignity. After the last "contest", I am still a little unconvinced. I deliberately ignored him and didn't talk, then he kindly took out his meal card and handed it to me; I was shocked. After the instant contradiction in my heart, I turned around in a hurry with my card, swiped my card and said "thank you" in a hurry! When I sat down to eat, I felt the warmth of this classmate friendship. It is like the sunshine in my heart, as soft as the spring breeze. This meal is ordinary, but I have a different warm taste.
? He is my "new" classmate Hu Xinrui, a tough, handsome and helpful person; There is a delicate and caring big boy behind mania. I think fate ties us together, and the silk thread of friendship ties our hearts together. The window in my heart has been opened to welcome a warm hug from the new class.
A collection of 800 words selected from high school students' compositions (Part III)? There are beautiful people in the garden, and they are independent. Exercise is moderate, and it is pleasant in the evening.
? Her name is Chen Jiayi, a beautiful woman, a lovely woman. She has long black and smooth hair, and often wears a ponytail, which pours down neatly, gentle as running water and light as a waterfall. The jade-like face is more delicate and graceful, and a pair of iconic phoenix eyes add the charm of oriental temperament to her. The oval face and small mouth arch eyebrows make her smile and refined.
? Move like a rabbit
? She likes moving. In dancing, she is one of the best in our grade. "Hurry up, hurry up, the school dance forest conference is about to begin." We were very excited, sitting in the audience, and finally it was Chen Jiayi's turn. She appeared with light steps, and the flash fell on her eyelashes, flashing and bursting into a confident smile, just like a flower with dew in the morning. Her slender fingers, soft waist and graceful dancing are amazing. The audience under the stage was attracted. She enjoyed the feeling of being bathed in the light and enjoying every minute on the stage. She put away freely on the stage. Finally, she danced wonderfully and won the first prize. Sitting under the stage, I watched her smile with a certificate, and my heart was full of admiration. I learned to dance, and I know how much sweat and effort she put in these ten minutes.
? Quiet as the bright moon
? She likes to be quiet. She likes sitting by the window. The sun shines gently on the pages through the cracks in the leaves. Thin fingers touch the edge of the page, press it gently, and the page will turn up with the wind. Mottled shadows are still lightly printed on the pages.
? After school, she likes to sit on the slate and rest on the trunk for a while, or look up at the rolling sea of clouds in the sky, or smell the sunshine and flowers, or look at the fish playing in the pond. Looking from a distance, the wind stirred her hair naughtily, and she seemed to soar in this quiet world, like a peerless picture scroll, so carefree!
? I am the representative of Chinese class. She is also the representative of Chinese class in our class! Although she is gentle when dancing, she is careful when she is a class representative. She is a good cook, and I admire her from the bottom of my heart. Every time a Chinese teacher assigns a task, he always tries to finish it first. I remember once, I asked her out to play, and she was reciting the text. I said, "What are you doing so early? You can carry it at home at night! " I saw that she slowly turned her head and said to me, "I am a representative of Chinese class, and I want to be an example." Every time after class, she always runs to the teacher's office with her homework. If she has no homework, she will ask the teacher if she needs help. Every time her homework is always the fastest, her writing is serious and beautiful. Every time she checks her homework, she can find that she hasn't even written a small question. No matter how much homework is piled up on the desk, she always keeps it in order. Why are you so serious? If you ask her, you will definitely get the same sentence "because I am the representative of Chinese class".
? There was an umbrella that lasted for a long time and refused to accept it when the rain stopped; There is a bunch of flowers that will not be thrown away after smelling for a long time. There is a friendship that is expected to last forever. Even if the hair turns white, it can still stay in my heart.
High school students choose 800 words for their compositions (Chapter 4)? Mom said that her best friend in this life is her childhood classmate, because childhood is the most natural and authentic, and childhood friendship is the most real and simple. The classmate I want to talk about is also my childhood good friend Chang Yuan.
? Chang Yuan is a beautiful little boy. Of course, a boy should be handsome, not beautiful, but his big eyes are so charming and beautiful that when we first entered primary school, many parents had to look at the boy with beautiful big eyes in Class Two when they met us at the school gate. Parents who have seen him also lamented, "If only these big eyes were given to girls!"
? When I first met him, I didn't like him very much. He is more beautiful than a girl, and he is as coquettish and complaining as a girl, as if I have been bullying him. I am often scolded by my mother because of him. Our parents have a lot of private interactions, even if we don't want to play together, it's useless and we can't be apart.
? He is my good friend, but in a sense, he is my "enemy". Because our mother is also a classmate and a good friend, we often tie together, compare and spend. So we're still struggling with each other.
? Chang Yuan is a slow-witted person, which makes me feel that he is too tardy and always makes people wait together. I don't like him. However, I am impressed by his slowness and persistence, and I really admire him. His handwriting is now the best in the class. He didn't dare to compliment the speed of writing at first, but he tore up his homework many times because of one word. Whether it is 12 pm or not, he seriously corrected it again and again until he felt that he had finished writing. It is precisely because he is not afraid of slowness, hardness and the energy of special research that his handwriting is good and fast all the time.
? One more thing changed my opinion of him. I am proud of my memorization speed and memory, and privately I think it often lags far behind me. But after a game on the way back from a summer trip, I understood his strength.
? At that time, in the car, my mother asked us to recite the text assigned in the summer vacation quickly. Because of laziness, I began to recite in recent days. I think I must know it better than he does. At first, in the front part, my speed was ok. He is the kind of unhurried rhythm. But when I got to the back, I couldn't go on, but he still kept his original speed and recited the content bit by bit. His mother praised him and asked him how he completed the recitation task during the summer vacation. He said that he recited it every day, insisted on reviewing it every day, added some new ones, and would not impose a lot, but he never stopped. Mother asked me if I saw the difference. It lies in learning attitude and learning habits. Good habits need to be cultivated, even if it is slow, even if it is small, the results will naturally come out. Unfortunately, I have speed, good memory, no correct learning attitude and no perseverance.
? This is my classmate, a slow-tempered, but has the spirit of serious and diligent study, which makes me understand the significance of serious persistence!
High school students' 800-word composition collection (Chapter 5)? This painting is very long in the sunset, watching the clouds fall in Yun Qi. Looking at the basketball court in the distance. Only a teenager, holding a basketball, flashed his fast posture in front of my eyes, and his stretched posture has become the most beautiful frame in winter campus. Further on, the young man was dressed in white, letting sweat soak his body, standing outside the three-point line with no distractions, and his eyes were full of firmness. Then take off quickly, and the technical action is done in one go, "whoosh!" The silence of the campus, the sweat of teenagers, and me watching from afar have all been painted into the most beautiful oil paintings by time.
? We call him an "old man", but he has the ambition of "old people gossiping about teenagers". He claims to be honest, but he always likes to be clever. A short hair, simple and neat; He has a public face, but we can always find him from the crowd; As for height, this is the last thing he wants to mention. Every time I mention him, I blush, reluctantly follow him, keep silent, put my hand on my shoulder for a while, and rub my face for a while. Surprisingly, his height has not grown since the first day of junior high school.
? I still can't forget that time. I found him after class and told him that I had a stomachache. He changed his usual way of talking and laughing, dragged me to the infirmary, and finally came to the infirmary through the noisy crowd, only to see the door closed. He suddenly got up and ran out, leaving me at the gate. "What happened to him?" I thought he would be a kind man, but he is as unreliable as ever. Just when I was depressed, a familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes, followed by an aunt in a white coat. "I won't leave you. Won't the doctor come? " He looked at me, laughed heartily and made a face at me. Is it really good to always be so heartless? "I sighed silently.
? Although he plays basketball well, his physical fitness is really not so good. The sports meeting was supposed to be bright and sunny in spring. When the students were happy, his stubbornness made the whole class nervous. During training the night before, he ran as hard as he could, but accidentally twisted his waist. He kept saying that there was nothing, but his feelings were written in his heart. The pain is heartbreaking. But he took part in the competition that day. He just wouldn't listen. When it was his turn, there was a mistake in front of him. He tried to recover the gap, ran like hell, and finally something happened. He fell, but he propped himself up with his hands, gritted his teeth, jumped up with his hind legs, stood up, endured the pain, stood up again and ran as hard as he could. After the game, he was still running alone.
? There is love and hate for the "old man", and I think it is more love. Reminds me of the person I can never tell when I answered the phone, the person who played wing chun when I entered junior high school, the person who insisted that I stay because of pain, or the heroic spirit on the basketball court and the care in difficult times, which were engraved in my heart day after day and embedded in those three years. It's good to have you with me for three years!
Selected 800-word essays of senior high school students (Chapter VI)? The lotus in the pond is graceful, and the green lotus leaves stand quietly aside, elegant and simple.
? When she appeared in front of my eyes, I looked at her intently, so pure and clear eyes, like dew; Dark skin and slightly emaciated posture add warmth and stubbornness to her indifferent face.
? I walked into her bit by bit and found that she was not an indifferent person, just quiet. When she is happy, there will always be a smile on her mouth, such as the delicate texture exposed by the wind blowing through the lotus leaf. She is not bored, she has her own unique humor, because lotus leaves can dance with the wind.
? Lotus leaves never compete with lotus flowers for other people's eyes, just silently sheltering from the wind and rain, just like her thin body can always bring you a sense of security. Holding her hand and looking into her deep eyes, you will be as calm and simple as her. How much pressure those indifferent eyes bear! As an elder sister, she has to take care of her younger sister; Her parents are busy at work, so she has to share the housework. She also feels very wronged and unfair, but she still silently undertakes everything and takes care of Xiaolian with all her responsibilities and love. You may think that she is not exquisite or outstanding, but she is simple and tenacious. People may be more easily attracted by the beautiful lotus, but the lotus leaf is still growing safely and humbly and blooming brilliantly. You have seen that touch of green with a clear water; Have you ever seen fish and bugs resting on broad leaves?
? It's hard to find a way. She has an almost harsh insistence on rules and details. She will always have muscles and a hard spirit. Follow the rules, but she is not pedantic. She always faces differences politely and rationally. Leaning over the lotus leaf doesn't mean going with the flow, but avoiding shouting and going your own way silently and firmly. She was born noble, never noisy, never quarreling, and always strictly abides by her own rules.
? No matter how much it carries, her waist is still straight, and her slender stems stand tenaciously in the wind and rain. She will face it with a smile, even if she encounters great difficulties. Sometimes, she cries. Occasionally she cries when she doesn't do well in the exam, but her face is pretty, so you don't often see her sad figure. She doesn't like to talk. She always keeps things in her heart and sticks to it.
? Walking into her heart, you will find her lotus leaf heart that strives to grow and pursue progress. She never fantasizes, never shows off, but is diligent and practical. "Although I will stay in No.2 for the time being, my grades will definitely improve and I will definitely enter No.3"; "My English is not bad. If I am hierarchical, I must go to the top. " Her homework is always neat; Her notes must be meticulous. After the dance company training, she went home alone. With the dim street lights, riding a thin bike disappeared into the night. I seem to see her writing under the desk lamp. The sweat shed by this lotus leaf for the future will inspire her to achieve herself.
? After a thunderstorm in summer, there is a lotus leaf in the pond next to the harvesting field. In Longyue, Xia Yutian is like a lotus leaf.
High school students choose 800 words for their compositions (Chapter 7)? Seriously, I think he is really stupid.
? Of course, there is a reason to call him stupid! Look at him: a seven-foot man, but afraid of bugs; Legs are so long, but they are not good at sports; My head is big, and my exam results are sometimes not as high as mine. Every time I call him "stupid", he always replies to me: "There is a reason for being stupid".
? As far as I am concerned, he is usually "stupid", because he is too honest, so he is always bullied. On several occasions, when several students on duty saw him, they would ask him to come and help on duty under various excuses. How is he? Elm head, clean it without saying anything. By the time I came back from duty with some escaped students, the classroom had been cleaned. "You look at you, how so stupid? If I were you, I would ignore them and leave directly. " "It doesn't matter, stupid is stupid. Besides, everyone is a classmate, and it is also appropriate to help each other. " "You mean to help each other? I see, only you helped them, ok! " "No, they all helped me, but you didn't see it." He said, without looking up. "Oh, forget it. I'll go first. See you tomorrow! " I sighed and went back.
? The next day, the math teacher suddenly announced that there would be an exam in the afternoon, and suddenly there was a howl of ghosts in the classroom. Anyway, let's see if we have all the tools: ruler, 2B pencil and black pen. I don't have a compass! I think I should borrow it from that "stupid" classmate in the back seat. "Hey, stupid classmate, do you have a compass?" "I brought one." "Very well, you are finally smart once." I nodded with satisfaction. At this moment, a strange girl appeared at the door. She looked at us and asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, who can lend me the compass?" We have an exam next class, and there are not many students in the class. There was silence in the class, and then someone shouted, "No!" "Yes, who knows if she will return it! Who knows, the "stupid" classmate went up and gave her the compass. "ah! Are you really stupid! " I shouted. "In the afternoon, we also have an exam!" He didn't speak. When the exam approached in the afternoon, the compass of the "stupid" classmate had not come back. I was thinking about where to borrow a compass, but I found a bunch of students around the "stupid" students, who were scrambling to let the "stupid" students use their own compasses. When I looked intently, it was the students on duty! The "stupid" student is refusing, the classroom door is opened, and it is a girl who comes to borrow the compass! The girl returned the compass to the idiot classmate, bowed her head and said "thank you", stuffed a bag of candy into his hand and ran away without looking back.
? The "stupid" classmate turned around and the sun shone on him. He smiled at me: "I told you, silly makes sense!" "
Selected 800-word essays of senior high school students (Chapter 8)? I studied Mo Bosang's Sunday in Flaubert. I envy French writers in my heart. Every Sunday afternoon, you can eat a small dish, drink a pot of good tea and talk about literature with like-minded friends and sisters. How leisurely! My Sunday, although not as desirable as Flaubert's, was also very interesting.
? Every Sunday, I sleep in. I have been bored with homework and study for a week. In this wonderful time, it is natural to sleep late. I often stay up until ten o'clock. I couldn't get enough sleep for a week, but I couldn't stand the "resistance" of my stomach and was forced to get up. For me, Sunday doesn't start until after ten o'clock.
? Often the first person to come to my house is Tiger Tiger. She has been my classmate since primary school. Her arrival always makes me feel more cordial. I have nothing in common with her. I like fire, she likes water; I like cats, and she likes mice. I like silence, and she likes nagging. Often when she comes, she will start nagging me. About life, about study, about family ... in short, everything she knows has to be nagged at me. I always listen quietly. In her description, I saw a world different from mine. I don't know why, but she also likes to nag me. Maybe I am lonely and need a listener! It is not so much that anything can happen in the world as that people in two different worlds will get along well, but feel bored.
? Then, Fu Juan came. She is a lively and cheerful girl. Although she talks a lot, she doesn't nag. I love listening to her talk, and often a few words are enough to make me smile.
? Fu Juan has a big round face like a moon cake. A pair of keen little eyes flashed on her ivory face. It seems to penetrate everyone's heart. Her hair is also very interesting, like a messy thatch casually covered her head. She always feels relaxed and free,
? Sometimes, Xiao Xiao and Xiao Dan will come. They always come together and always feel that they are comparing themselves. Xiaoxiao is not "small" but as strong as Song Wu. I believe that if there is a tiger, she will be killed ... Xiao Dan is really "small", like the poor in the old society, thin and black, as if she had not eaten several meals. Xiaoxiao's eyes are very big, like big grapes embedded in them, going round and round. Xiao Dan's eyes are surprisingly small, like a grain of rice falling into the eye socket. His eyes narrowed into a line when he laughed. But she's funny. Every time she pretends to be poor, she is very vivid. I also think Xiaoxiao should be renamed "Da".
? Almost everyone is here, so we sit around the sofa in the living room. Xiao Xiao and Xiao Dan are always singing duets. I'll say whatever you say. Many times, it is precisely because of the tacit understanding that they quarrel as a bee. Fu Juan and I always have a lot to say. Red lake is very unsociable, sitting on one side talking to himself.
? It's almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and all my friends have gone home. I shook hands with them kindly and watched them go home. ...